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cryptidfagswag · 1 year

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Band is over for the year and I'm sad, here are all of the quotes I've gathered from it (long) (very long) (contains sex jokes)

I've got myelin on my jeez-o-pete

Ohp- that's not how you put pants on

Great sound! but the battery died :(

Low brass, can you count to six?

Who won the race? not the band

Let's go swimming, no I might die

You're just eating flour now. Mmmm delicious, I'm choking

Why are you thinking about his cock? Thats not very "I like women'' of you

You do everything he says, he's got this big ass knife

Shit me, fuck me, stick me in a can

You're good with that?

I mean, yeah, I know how to use an elevator-

*carrying chimes up the stairs,*

Don't mind me, just a fairy

Festive, super festive, like Santa threw up

They will not be held responsible unless they stab you directly with a sea urchin

What kind of pie?

Pie!!!

Put your bongos away Noah, you delinquent

Nah I like my men with nice tits

Can you feel it, the rays of sunshine, joy, fear

Hey, it's kinda hot up here. It's not really, I just want you to take off your clothes

Anyone want…plugs

If you can suck a mouthpiece, you can suck a dick

That shits gonna kill you

That's the point

Chicken pot?

Pie!!!

Causes microwave issues

C'mon, fuck me in the ass. With a condom, don't forget that part

How are you today

Pretty fucking horny

See, now I know you're gonna hide

But you don't know where

I'm sticking my penis places it shouldn't be. Like the meat grinder. I'm making sauce, making it saucy

Let's play happy!

Oh, I am not happy anymore

Industry baby!

Everybody just started sobbing, you cannot think this is a good idea

He took, no, he took his skin and fed it to his family, he's a good luck charm

When I die, I wanna get cremated and put into a blunt

Ah, fuck me

Was that an invitation?

Was that an offer?

Contrary to popular belief, I am in fact a bottom

Murder hornets all over those clarinets

Sweet Caroline, fuck my ass

There's nothing inspiring about your digga-digga-dahts

Oboe- gods gift to the woodwind section

It's not a gift, it's a a hazard

Oboe, more like oh no

I just burped on the snare

What the fuck-

Just thought I’d let you boys know

Look, a Lowe's! We're gonna build a wall!

Poom poom

Beacon no, we promised we'd stop

I'm the recessive trait hiding in your phenotypes

I'd make out with you in a Denny's parking lot, and I'd suck your dick outside and IHOP

Do you have a shitty pancake restaurant kink?

Ok no, if you got a worm, and fried it in cheese, it would be exactly like a cheeto

Honestly I would eat a worm raw

Ohp you're too tall, I decapitated you

Friends, colleagues, fucking rat bastards

He dropped his euphonium on my tuba once. Well, not my tuba, if it was my tuba I would've murdered him.

We need an instrument. Aha! So, a clarinetist walks into a bar- no-

Where did you even get that?

Theft? I don't know

Babies aren't supposed to be that cute, they're like, all mushy. There's too much skin and not enough surface area

The guy with the bottle of rocks looked like he was having fun

Silas is in the shit container

Honestly I'm just really tired and really horny

A balloon fetish, like, do you stick your penis in a balloon

Dude if a worm looks at me, I will cry for like, two hours

Dad, where do babies come from? Mmm storks

I could fight someone with my cheeks and win

Do you need lungs to play the trumpet? No

Sorry I can't come to band today, my pigs are giving birth

I'm straight but I too would offer my hole to him

Wyatt put your trumpet mouthpiece in this

Do not put your trumpet mouthpiece in this

Vape? Nah, half a clarinet

Have you seen gus?

Oh he's over there getting molested by his mustard yellow friends

I can't wait to get to Hawaii and say 'bonjour, mexico'

It burns my mouth like a hot pocket from hell

I am shiny, fabulous, and full of syrup

I had to manhandle my English muffin

Stop crying, start smoking

I like the humidity. Makes me feel moisturized. Like I'm being licked by the atmosphere, everywhere on my body

No I would like to sex him with considerable vigor

Don't you wanna climb up those mountains, it looks so appetizing. Gonna slurp up those clouds

Oh is that nice on your cute little patoots

Anyone got weed up there?

Yeah! Do you want me to just, like, toss it down?

I remember you, you were useless

Penguins, cause they have toes. That's gonna go well

Let loose and defenestrate

I like it, you look like a stripper

I want to vomit with gusto, with enthusiasm

I am actually a trained exorcist

I like that in a man

That did considerable hurt upon me. I did not like that

They went spearfishing together, that's the gayest shit I've heard all week

Who would win, Scheels or an orca

As in, dressing up in a dinosaur costume and fighting Elvis

We say 'here's the tune,' and then we all just scream for six minutes

Damn girl, what those knees do

Hold on a minute, im sacrificing a freshman to the old gods

No, no, come back, i'm getting sacrificed

I've heard you play, you sound scrumptious, you sound slaylicious

Isn't today a special day to be a third trumpet

No, part of my personality is I'm just having an existential crisis, all the time

That's not smoke on the water, that's I smoked too much

I want to be the justice, wrath, and love of God all at once

He has his masters in going hee honk

Do you like country? Well you're about to find out

He drives like a maniac with his colossal biceps

How do you do the alphabet? It's complicated

Why did you touch your toes like that?

Because we're thermostats

I don't want to know your name, I like our relationship the way it is

You have no business wanting my skin

I will feed your sun dried bones to the old gods

Mack, what time do we get out?

Like, 10:40

What time is it?

10:22

Jesus balls

Violence is not the answer

But cannibalism is

Our churches are all, like, old Walmarts

Shake that bagpipe? Yes please

Everyone's days are numbered

Your number is significantly lower than the average american

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lunisway · 1 month

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04/06/24

I don´t like today.

I was so proud of myself for not eating or snacking today. Then I made a super healthy and low kcal veggie fry with couscous and greek yoghurt and tuna steaks in sesame crust with a little bit of lemon juice drizzled over(and tbh, I could have used less couscous, but my hubby likes it this way). Which was totally fine, but then he took me to the eater fair in our little town and insisted we have fries and some drinks. I really wanted to get a diet coke, but all they had was full sugar ones and though it was only 0.2 liters I still feel like shit! Afterwards he wanted to get some treats at McDonalds so we got a McSundae FroYo. All in all I actually held back a lot at the fair. Old me would´ve gorged herself on all the amazing foods, but alas I got better! I just wish T didn´t put me in a position of so many temptations. In the end I know he means well and I did walk over 15.000 steps (or 6,5 miles) today. But I´m terrified what the scale will say tomorrow. I already ate like shit yesterday. I should´ve kept it under 600. UGH. Tomorrow I will be better. Funny how I say that every day and every day I fail. I am such a failure. I hate myself. T should´ve stayed with K and all would be better. Well ...

Also my cat, baby C is running around like a crazy cat - or a headless chicken. I´ll leave that to your imagination.

Recipe for the Couscous salad (8 portions):

275 gram, Celeriac, raw (1/2 medium sized bulb)

2 tbsp, Low Sodium Soy sauce

1 teaspoon, Teaspoon of Olive Oil

370.00 gram, Carrots

0.50 container (500 g), Parsnip

400 gram, Broccoli ( 1 head)

1 cup, Quinoa, Organic, Whole Grain

1 tablespoon, Rice vinegar

200 gram, Onion ( 1 whole)

Chop all the veggies up in same sized pieces. I try to get them to 1 inch by 1/2 inch. Chop the onions up a little finer ( I hate biting on them, if you'd prefer leave large chunks)

Pour oil in pan and fry off onions. During this cook the rest of the veggies on high in your microwave. Mine has an auto setting for fresh veggies, but 5 minutes on high should do the trick.

Dump all the other veggies, along with the soy sauce in with the onions and cook for about 5 minutes. I add spices (1 tbsp paprika, 1 tbsp cumin, 1 tsp coriander) at this point too. If you like your veggies softer add some water (a few tbsp at a time) to soften them, if you want to brown them do not add water.

Cook the Couscous according to package instructions and season the water with salt or use some sort of broth to cook the Couscous in for flavor.

Once everything is cooked mix the couscous with the veggies and add in the rice vingar. If you´d like some sweetness add a tbsp of Mirin. I added some Worcestershire sauce at this point too (just a few dashes).

Here is the nutritional information:

#recipes #weight goals #weight loss #weight management #diary #i need to lose so much weight #i need to lose this weight #i wanna lose weight #update #cooking #eedee tumblr #tw ed sheeran #tw eating issues #cook #vegetarian #recipe

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whumpsday · 2 years

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Kane & Jim #8: Tomorrow

Masterlist

takes place the day after You’re Mine Now

content: vampire whumper, defiant whumpee, manhandling, captivity

how has it taken 8 chapters for there to be some blood drinking in my vampire series

Jim was tired. He wasn’t sure what time it was or how much he’d slept, but he was sure it hadn’t been nearly enough. How was he expected to sleep in this fucked-up situation?

He had half-hoped that when he opened his eyes, he’d be back home in his own bed and it’d all have turned out to be a horrible dream. Unfortunately, he was stuck with it. He was trapped here, in a vampire’s home, for who knows how long.

The stress of it was making Jim’s stomach turn, but he forced himself out of bed to try and eat. He wasn’t sure how much blood the vampire would be taking from him, and it would suck to just die right away because he didn’t prepare beforehand.

Ha. It would suck. Get it? He grinned at his own stupid joke.

Upon closer inspection of the fridge and cabinets, what he found was... weird. In the fridge were some sort of organ meat (maybe chicken livers?), a ton of oysters, a bag of raw spinach, and a carton of eggs. The cabinets were no less strange, containing a few cans of various types of beans, a bag of pumpkin seeds, a can of sardines, some dried apricots, a box of boring non-sugary cereal, and a couple bars of dark chocolate.

Yeah, he’d be making good use of that notepad.

For now, Jim grabbed the eggs and spinach and started working on an omelet, devouring a chocolate bar while it came to fruition. He wished there was some cheese to put in it, taking a moment to make that the first item on his little shopping list.

After he finished eating, he took the opportunity to fully explore his prison. His main goal was to find something made of wood that he could potentially fashion into a stake. As he’d expected, the search turned up nothing, but it was worth a shot.

And with that, Jim just had to wait for the vampire to show back up. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, and added more normal food to the list. He tried the locked door, to no avail. He ripped off the page with his list and started playing tic-tac-toe against himself on the next one, munching on some pumpkin seeds. This grew old unbelievably quickly. He added ‘books’ to the list, hoping the vampire’s offer extended past food items. Made another omelet after what must have been a few hours.

By the time Kane showed up, Jim was almost happy to see him, if for no other reason than it was something happening.

Almost.

“Good evening, human.” the vampire greeted.

Jim held up his paper. “Got that list.”

“Got that list, sir.” Kane corrected, grabbing the sheet and stuffing it in his pocket without even looking at it. Jim was concerned by his nonchalance, he really hoped the vampire wouldn’t forget about it.

“I’m hungry. Kneel.” he ordered.

Jim rolled his eyes. “Is that really necessary? You don’t have to be so dramatic about it.”

“You’re too tall. Fucking kneel.”

He smirked at that. “Oh of course, I didn’t think about the fact that I’m just so much taller than you, my bad.” He dropped to his knees and smiled up in a mocking façade of obedience.

Kane scowled at him, but leaned over without a word. Jim braced for the bite, but the vampire kept shifting his position, trying out angles and discarding them just as quickly to try out new ones.

“What?” He asked. The anticipation was making him anxious, he just wanted to get it over with.

“Nothing.” Kane said hurriedly. He placed one hand on Jim’s shoulder and used the other to tilt his head to the side, and bit down.

It was not like getting his blood drawn at the doctor’s. It hurt. The vampire’s fangs were large and they were clamped down in his neck and he was bleeding and it hurt. The blood was spilling down his collarbone, something was wrong, he was losing too much. Beginning to panic, he started struggling to get away, but it only caused the fangs to catch in his neck, and suddenly it hurt so much worse.

“Stop!” Jim screamed.

Kane ripped his fangs out to talk. “Stay still!”

Jim pulled up his now blood-covered shirt to the wound to staunch the bleeding. “No! You’re gonna kill me!”

The vampire hesitated. “That wasn’t right. It’s not supposed to go like that.” he muttered to himself.

“Shouldn’t you know how to do this?” Jim asked shrilly, curling defensively away from him on the floor.

“I have... never actually fed from a human before.” Kane admitted begrudgingly, his voice tinged with frustration.

Jim didn’t know whether it was the lack of sleep, some sort of weird coping mechanism, or the sheer absurdity of the situation, but he couldn’t help himself. He just started laughing.

“Ha! Oh, that’s just hilarious. I had to get nabbed by the vampire that’s got no idea what he’s even doing? God, you’re gonna kill me on accident within a week.” His laughs were almost indistinguishable from crying.

“Shut up!” Kane snapped, “I will not be-- disrespected by a human!”

Jim knew he probably should shut up, just as a matter of not making his situation worse. But he was tired, and in pain, and pissed off, and honestly, it was kind of funny.

“A vampire that doesn’t know how to suck blood! What’s next, I’m gonna get in a bear attack but the bear doesn’t know how to use its claws? Gonna meet a serial killer but when he brings out his gun he gets all confused ‘cause he’s never shot it before?” he ribbed. “Bet that’s why I’m not hypnotized, you dunno how to do that either?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he’d fucked up.

Kane’s face morphed from frustration to utter rage as he grabbed Jim by the hair and forcefully slammed his head back against the wall. He then moved to hold him by the chin instead, sharp nails scraping against Jim’s throat.

“Wait--” He protested, heart pounding.

“Shhh.” Kane tightened his grip threateningly, nails digging in, but not quite enough to break the skin. “I’m talking now.” His voice dripped with malice.

Jim shut his mouth.

“It’s true. I cannot use persuasion. But,” he leaned his face in closer, closer. Jim could see his own blood staining the vampire’s mouth. “I don’t need it. You are going to obey me of your own free will, because you have no other choice.”

Jim didn’t respond, not wanting to risk angering his captor further. Kane flicked his wrist to the side, forcefully tilting Jim’s head and exposing his wound.

“W-wait,” he stuttered, dizzy with fear and blood loss, “If you take more I’m gonna, I’ll-”

“Relax.” Kane interrupted him. “I know. We’re done.” With that, Kane licked his neck. He shuddered in disgust, but at least the bleeding seemed to stop as the blood clotted, even if it still hurt.

“We’ll try again tomorrow.”

man, kane’s been such a dick these past 2 updates. let’s have something bad happen to him next time! you know, just to be fair!!

if anyone catches the correlation between all the weirdass food in the kitchen, you win the prize! (the prize is the satisfaction of being right)

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@cupcakes-and-pain

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#kane and jim #whump #my writing #vampire whumper #defiant whumpee #manhandling #captivity #whump writing

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Raven I love reading your character X character imagines! Can i request one of the magift 🦁 club 🍩 trio 🍎eating yakiniku after a club meeting?

I actually don’t recall writing any character x character imagines (just some characters hanging out with one another platonically), but I welcome the variety!

Most of the requests I get are reader or MC x character, so I’d like to get more character x character and platonic requests (when I’m accepting new ones again, of course)~

For now, let’s chill out with some tasty yakiniku and the Magift Club!

Imagine this...

Epel looked down into his glass of sparkling apple juice. The golden liquid produced a glossy reflection of himself. Wide doe eyes and well-groomed hair, skin as smooth as an apple itself... His appearance was neat and tidy, save for the sheen of sweat decorating his face.

Proof of his hard work during practice.

All around him, his Magift Club team mates excitedly chattered while swigging their own glasses of juice. Friends exchanging stories, bragging about how they’ll definitely be prepared to take on RSA at the next match. Good vibes all around, permeated by the crackle of fire and food cooking upon the grill set in the center.

“Epel-kun,” Ruggie, brandishing a pair of tongs, called to him over the noise. Click-clack. Its jaws snapped as the hyena maneuvered the tool over a selection of raw meats and vegetables. “What’cha want?”

“Ah, um... Could I have some of every meat? As much as you can cram on the grill.”

Ruggie blinked.

Then broke out into a cheeky grin.

“Huh, didn’t think you’d have an appetite as big as mine,” he chuckled, slapping on a thick cut of marinated beef, followed by ribbons of lamb, slices of chicken, and pieces of duck marbled with fat. “Good on ya, though! Might as well cram your belly full of good food while you’re dinin’ on someone else’s coin~”

Ruggie added a tinfoil-wrapped bundle onto the grill, then cast his sheepish smile to his dorm leader, who was seated beside him. “Sure must be nice having a royal credit card, Leona-san.”

“You don’t need to bring it up every time I take the team to eat out,” Leona snorted, folding his arms. “I need to keep you guys motivated to train somehow, don’t I?”

“Nishishishishi~ Free food always does the trick!”

“Clearly.” Leona put an elbow on the table and tilted his face into his palm. His piercing green eyes bore into Epel. “Still... all that meat? I wouldn’t have expected it from a dainty Pomefiore kid.”

Dainty? The corners of Epel’s mouth twitched as he fought to keep his irritation, and his accent, contained. Did ya really jus’call me dainty? Ah’ll show you dainty—

Epel swallowed hard and attempted to meet his Magift Club captain’s powerful gaze head-on. “Yakiniku is good. And besides, you need protein to build muscles for playing sports.”

One glance at Epel’s noodle arms, and Leona snorted. “In that case, you’ll need to eat a lot.”

“Aww, c’mon, Leona-san. Don’t bully the fresh meat too much,” Ruggie chuckled as he expertly flipped over a few pieces on the grill. “Epel-kun’s got enthusiasm goin’ for him. He’s improved a lot since his first day, too.”

“Th-Thank you, Ruggie-san!” Epel sat up a little straighter, propped up by the praise of his upperclassman.

“Don’t mention it. Hard work’s gotta be recognized, right?” Ruggie held up a hand, connecting his index finger and thumb, and peered through the circle formed at Epel. “Though if I were you, I’d rather be rewarded in madol.”

“Madol’s nice, but... I’d be happy just getting better. Stronger.” Epel traced the rim of his glass with his fingers—shiny, pale pink, and well-manicured.

“Hoh? And why’s that?” Leona challenged, leaning even closer. “Planning to pick another fight or something?”

The old me might have said that—the old me would be happy to win against Vil, to make him taste the same defeat that I did. Because beating others down was the only path forward for me back then.

... But I’m no longer that naive countryboy.

Epel gazed back into his apple juice. His reflection seemed more sure of itself—his stare, determined, intense. Not like a lamb, but like a fellow lion.

“I’m not satisfied with the way I am now,” he replied earnestly. “So I want to eat lots of meat, play lots of Magift... and get stronger. Not just to beat other people, but for myself. If Vil-san can do it, then so can I!”

“Hmm.”

A moment of silence elapsed. No words exchanged, only the crackle of fire and the sizzling of meat.

Leona’s smug mouth tugged into a lopsided smile. “I usually don’t like brats, but that fire you’ve got is something else.”

“E-Eh? It... It is?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t piss me off like when I see that primadonna Vil.” The lion beastman grunted—clearly not used to doling out compliments, even half-assed ones like his. “Most Pomefiore punks aren’t exactly keen on sweating off their makeup or messing up their hair. But you? Looks like you’re ready to go the distance.”

“Yes!! I am. I swear, I’ll play my best and help bring Magift Club to victory!”

“Oi, don’t get melodramatic on me,” Leona scowled, leaning back in his seat. “I came to eat, not to listen to ‘inspiring’ speeches.”

“Speaking of eating,” Ruggie piped up excitedly, “the food’s ready!! Plates out, you two!”

“Oh...!” Epel eagerly offered his, which Ruggie gladly stacked with glistening, fragrant meat. “Thank you! This looks great—I can’t wait to dig in.”

“Eat up, Epel-kun! As for you, Leona-san...” Ruggie retrieved a tin foil-wrapped item and, while snickering into his hand, deposited onto his dorm leader’s plate.

Leona frowned, peeling away a small corner of tin foil to reveal something... green inside. “... The hell is this?”

“Your food,” Ruggie replied casually.

“Don’t bullshit me. This is broccoli, not meat.”

“That’s still food,” the hyena beastman pointed out (as he piled his own plate high with meat). “You gotta eat other stuff too, if you wanna be big and strong.”

“Give me some real food, you bastard,” Leona roared, slamming a fist down on the table. The condiment bottles rattled from the force.

“Huh? Leona-senpai, could it be... you don’t eat your vegetables?” Epel asked, eyes widening in surprise.

“So what? Vegetables are disgusting.”

“... Pffft.”

“Are you laughing? At me? You’ve got some nerve.”

“Cuz, well... It’s just funny,” Epel giggled lightly. “My Ma—er, my mother... She would nag me for not eating my veggies, so I always ate them. I don’t mind the bitter tastes now. And then you have the big, tough Leona-san refusing to eat a little broccoli!”

A wicked grin replaced the first year’s docile look. “Heh, look who’s actin’ like a little kid now.”

“Nishishishi! He’s gotcha there, Leona-san~ You’d better gobble up your greens if you wanna grow up faster.”

“Oi, don’t side with him, Ruggie...!”

“Huh? Who said I was taking sides? I’m just an innocent bystander.”

“Likely story!!”

“Ahahahah!”

“Damn it, stop laughing!”

The Magift Club’s banter seeped deep into the evening. Eventually, the stars and the moon would come out, lighting their way in the darkness as the team strolled hone—their bellies full of marinated meat, and their hearts filled with camaraderie.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Ruggie Bucchi #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland requests #imagine this #spoilers

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emsylcatac · 3 years

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“You’re pretty”

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“You’re pretty, Marinette.”

He says it casually, just like that. He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He says it as a fact, some unquestionable fact, and Marinette truly forgets how to breath this time.

Because his words hold such warmth and love and tenderness she’s not quite sure how to respond.

You’re pretty, Marinette. It sounds true to her ears just because of the way he says it. She isn’t even sure she ever wondered if Adrien found her pretty before.

But he does.

Read it on AO3

For @rosekasa following this post ♥

(Hope the English is alright, I wasn’t beta-read!)

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“Could you pass a hair clamp on to me, please?”

Marinette tries to ignore the feeling of his arm against her as his hand appears in front of her. She swallows, once, praying he wouldn’t hear the sound.

“Sure,” she half-speaks as she reaches forward for the clamp and drops it in his open palm, careful not to brush his skin with hers.

He doesn’t seem to notice her nervousness as he thanks her enthusiastically, and she can see him clamping a handful of her hair in the mirror in front of her just as she can sense his hands running through them. It’s just hair, Marinette thinks, she shouldn’t feel more than something pulling at her scalp yet his touch travels through her entirely.

She sees Adrien bending to grasp the curling iron, before he takes a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“Tell me if it’s too hot or if I’m burning you,” his breath says on her neck.

Oh, it is too hot and Marinette feels her cheeks burning, and she can only hope the mirror won’t betray her. However, she can’t exactly tell him that.

“Okay,” she barely whispers.

She watches how Adrien skillfully rolls her hair around the iron, and waits a few seconds before releasing it all in a beautiful and perfect curl. Marinette resists the urge to pull on it and feel it bounce, not wanting to destroy his work or worse—brushing her finger with his.

Adrien then grabs a second strand of hair and repeats the same gestures as before, modeling a new curl to accompany the previous one, then a third, and a forth. She watches him do in silence, wondering how many times he’s done it before, when and with who.

She could ask him. She could. But she doesn’t know how to break the silence that is starting to weigh upon her.

When Adrien releases yet another curl, Marinette straightens up a little. She gives herself a pep-look in the mirror, and starts to count to five. At five, she’ll ask him the question.

One. Two. Three.

Adrien detaches her hair only to clamp some other on the top of her head, once again letting her feel his hands sending shivers on her scalp.

Five comes all too soon and Marinette takes a deep breath and holds it for one, two, five seconds before releasing it in a sigh as she chickens out, again.

She glances at Adrien to see him poking his tongue out in concentration and presses her lips in a thin line. She’ll count to ten this time, and at ten, she’ll talk. For real.

Adrien starts humming a song she doesn’t recognise, and she almost forgets her counting until he seems to realise what he’s doing and suddenly stops. She wishes he had continued as she thinks nine, ten and—

“Where did you learn to do that?”

She feels a little proud when Adrien smiles in the mirror, and a little relieved as the tension slowly eases up.

“With modelling, there’s all sorts of hairdressers around to prepare the models. I like watching them work, it’s weirdly fascinating,” he says. She wonders why it was so hard to ask him that. “One day, I asked this one who had looooong hair—her name was Cécile—if she could teach me how to do it. She just gave me the iron and sat on a chair and let me play with her hair how I wished.” He chuckles and shakes his head, as if recalling an old joke. “Let’s say it looked easier than it was. But she let me try again the day after, and the day after… Until I got the hang of it.” He shrugs with a smile, a little proud but a little shy at the same time.

“That’s amazing,” she comments, finding herself gaining confidence. “She sounds really nice.”

“She was,” Adrien enthuses. “It’s too bad she had to move in the south. But I suppose that’s how it is.”

Marinette nods, not knowing what else to add.

Adrien resumes his work on her hair, clamping and unclamping them then and there as he goes.

As the silence settles again, Marinette finds her mouth speaking against her own will. “You can sing again if you want. I don’t mind.”

Her eyes widdens comically in the mirror as she realises what she’s said, and Adrien startles and looks at her in the reflection. “You...you don’t?”

“I...no,” she finds herself saying. “I like...I like it.”

She’s rewarded with a bright smile, and a foreign kind of glint in his eyes as he answers. “Thanks. But you should sing with me too.”

He doesn’t let her the time to protest as he starts humming a popular song she knows she heard on the radio but can’t remember the name of.

When he glances at her insistently in the mirror, she understands he’s waiting for her. Shyly, she joins in the humming, mindful to not be louder than he was.

He seems satisfied as he smiles, resuming curling her hair. His voice reverberates in her body and chest as he hums close to her ear, and she lets her eyes close to enjoy the sound and the feel of him caressing her hair.

All too soon, his humming trails off and he turns the iron off and unplugs it before putting it back on its stand.

“Psssst, Marinette,” he whispers, prompting her eyes to open. “Do you also hum English songs when you don’t know the lyrics?”

She giggles. “Yes. But don’t tell anyone,” she whispers back.

She feels him chuckles as much as she hears him. “Me too. Otherwise I pretend I know the words but really I’m singing nonsense. Only when I’m alone with my piano, though.”

She is about to answer him back when she feels his hands in her hair, closer than before and her face promptly catches fire. She watches hypnotised as he runs his fingers through them, readjusting some rebel strands as he pleases, ruffling them so they look a little bit wilder and a little less polished. He smiles as he goes in the mirror, seemingly satisfied with whatever it is he’s making of her hair. She knows she’s gaping but she doesn’t bother to close her mouth.

Then, slowly, Adrien untangles his hands from her hair and let them come to rest on her shoulders instead. She sees his face coming next to hers on her left, his hair tingling her cheek and neck and she has to remember what it’s like to breath again. She wonders if he can see her eyes glued to him instead of herself, but if he does he doesn’t acknowledge it as he smiles tenderly at her reflection.

“You’re pretty, Marinette.”

He says it casually, just like that. He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He says it as a fact, some unquestionable fact, and Marinette truly forgets how to breath this time.

Because his words hold such warmth and love and tenderness she’s not quite sure how to respond.

You’re pretty, Marinette. It sounds true to her ears just because of the way he says it. She isn’t even sure she ever wondered if Adrien found her pretty before.

But he does.

“Don’t you agree?” he goes on, unaware of the effects he has on her. He squeezes her shoulders once as he says it, and Marinette wishes his hands could stay here forever, with the sound of his voice oh so close to her ear. It makes her want to be held closer by him and to hide from him at the same time, a weird mixture of sensations she can only dream to begin to understand.

It’s an easy question and a simple touch, and yet it makes her lose all her resteint.

“I...sure? Maybe?”

She hears him smile. He brings his hands around her face, with only the tips of his fingers touching her cheeks and jaw, a soft pressure she can barely sense. He tilts her head up, gently asking her to look at herself this time, to really look at herself.

“It’s not maybe, Marinette. You are.”

And he could have spoken loud and enthusiastically, but Adrien chose to murmur his words instead. He delivers them with such an admiration that Marinette feels, at this very moment, that she is falling in love with him. It makes her wonder how much more in love can someone be and how much place there’s in her heart to contain all of it.

Seeing her reflection being in love, she finds herself agreeing with him.

“I’m pretty,” she whispers.

Adrien grins at that. “You know what else is pretty?”

She bits back the ‘you’ she wants to say, and settles o a questioning frown instead.

Adrien’s fingers delicately slide from her face to her neck and hover above it, barely touching her skin. “Your smile,” he adds in a breath.

She barely has the time to gasp at hearing him speaking with a raw honesty she envies that she feels his fingers tickling her neck and squeals as a first laugh escapes her.

Adrien bursts into laughter, and decides to attack her ribs instead. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, to turn around to face him as himself and not as his mirrored-self, but it’s too late; she managed to catch her smile and he just proved to her that she’s pretty, all carefree and joy spilling from her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she tells him once they’ve both calmed down.

“You’re welcome.” He frowns. “I didn’t even ask you if you liked your hair.”

She turns to the mirror, and runs a hand through her now messy, wild curls, repeating the motion his hands had done in her hair earlier and smiles.

“I love them.”

#miraculous #ml fanfic #adrinette #mine #myshitwriting

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blackberry-bloody · 3 years

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so I haven't done much original whump in quite a while, but I really felt the need to fill my own prompt (even though technically this turned into waaaaaaay more than I intended, and the tail whump is kind of an after though in this it seems.), and I really wanted to introduce my boi Dayzel officially. So Here's two birds with one stone.

@darkwarfy, @icyheart-and-friends, @seagullsausage

Contains: creepy whumper, retrained whumpee, non human/demon whumpee, angel/non-human whumper, implied prior whump, torture, choking, broken bones, loss of limbs (not graphic/ not described), humiliation (if you squint, so just in case), stress position, snarky whumpee that doesn't know how to shut up, whumpee reaching their breaking point

Dayzel's breathing came wheezy and strained from where he was unhappily seated. The ropes pinning his wrists to each if the chair's arms were starting to cut bloody red lines from his tugging, and his vision was just a little hazy from the repeated blunt force injuries to his head. Still… He looked up at the man glowering over him, a smug grin plastered quite firmly from ear to ear. He was Dayzel Infernos, and he was not about to be bested by some punk angel trying to get all high and mighty on his ass. "Look, chicken wing-" a resounding slap echoed in the room as his head snapped to the side. He clenched his jaw and slowly turned his head back to glare at the very narrowed purple eyes that had gotten much closer. "Oh wow, don't like nicknames huh? I'll keep it noted." His voice was practically dripping with a toxic mixture of venom and sarcasm as he chuckled in the man's face and spit a globule of blood at him.

The look of disgust on his face made his smirk that much more smug as he leaned forward as much as he could with his wings tied to the back of the chair. Just needing enough to close the gap. He was not impressed. "Hey bird brain, I don't know what you, or your buddies that dragged me here are thinking you're doing, but whatever it is… It's pretty fucking pathetic." His tail twitched from it's position around his leg, swaying from side to side like a snake judging the creature before it. "You're not the first person to try and "teach the evil demon a lesson", hell you're not even the first angel. I've had humans do worse than you. All you've done is smack me around a bit and glare at me." A slightly manic giggle escaped, but soon turned into a coughing fit as he had to pull back to catch his breath and relieve tension on his wings. Once he opened his eyes again, he noticed the angel's expression had changed from one of anger and disgust, to something more unreadable…

Dayzel paid the change no mind however, and continued with his taunting."I've been here many times before and not a single person… Human, angel, or otherwise has yet to make me break. None of you have any creativity. You're all so dull."

"Is that so?" The man before him finally spoke. His voice was deep and commanding, but also incredibly soft. But in the otherwise quiet room… It was practically booming.

Dayzel's eyes snapped up once more and processed the moment, his grin faltering for only a split second, and only due to the surprise. "Ah, so he can speak. Wonderful. I was starting to get tired of my own voice. Oh wait, no, that's impossible." He laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls and making them echo. However, he was abruptly cut off as a hand shot out and grabbed one of his horns. It didn't hurt, but it was just jarring enough to make him wince. He let out a low growl and tried to tug it out of the angel's grip. Only for the man to laugh in return, and guide Dayzel's head into an uncomfortable position looking straight up at the ceiling. "For the record. Yes. It is so. And of all the times I've been caught, this doesn't even make the top ten." He bit out. He tried to jerk his head again to make eye contact… But his head was held firmly in place.

"I see. Then perhaps it's time I showed you some of my… Creativity… Hm?" Delicate and utterly cold fingers found their way to Dayzel's fully exposed neck, and ever so gently wrapped around the skin… Before the grip became crushing hard, cutting off his airflow entirely.

Dayzel gasped and, although he tried his best to hide it… He did start to panic… As he tugged on the ropes trying to reach up and claw his hands off him. Or even shift his head so he could bite him. But neither were really options, so he was just left to slowly choke on nothingness until his vision went black.

~~~ Eventually, and ever so slowly, Dayzel could feel himself being pulled from the black void of unconsciousness. The first thing he noticed was that he was no longer seated in an uncomfortable chair, but instead was laying face down on an uncomfortable floor. The second thing he discovered was that he was indeed still restrained, despite the new position… His arms twitched behind him to try and push himself up, but was only met with stiff and sticky resistance of boring duct tape around his wrists. He had yet to open his eyes, but he still rolled them behind his eyelids. “I thought you were going to show me creative, not cliche, pigeon,” he growled out, despite the somewhat still smug tone in his voice. “Oh, don’t worry your fake red haired head, I’m getting to it. Try not to pass out before I can, ok?” The same voice as before spoke somewhere directly above him. Monotone, flat, and utterly condescending.

Dayzel’s eyes finally snapped open and he tilted his head to try and see where the angel was, “What the fuck is that-?!” He was abruptly cut off as a boot was placed securely at the base of where his wings met and weight was steadily applied. “Oh” was the only thing he could wheeze out as he struggled to take in air with his rib cage being crushed. He attempted to seem nonchalant as he felt the angel shift his weight behind him… But that was quickly thrown out the wind as he felt soft hands carefully take hold of his tail, lifting it up to get a better look. Immediately Dayzel started thrashing under him, letting out curses and threats that could put a trucker to shame.

"Oh hush, no need to get so worked up yet." Was the only reply given. Well, the only verbal reply… The twist and added pressure on the tender muscle between his wings were his other reply all it's own. The motion itself was enough to stun Dayzel beneath him, reeling from the pain. The angel, of course, took advantage of this moment and swiftly tied a cord around the man's tail before releasing him. "See? Now, up you come."

Delicate hands corded through Dayzel's blood matted hair and yanked, startling Dayzel from his daze, guiding him to be standing upright.

Dayzel gasped and heaved for breath as he stood up, wobbling ever so slightly as he did so. Although, he'd deny it with the same vigor and venom as he would anything else that might bruise his ego. His eyes were ablaze with fury. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! As soon as I can, I promise I'm going to pluck you like a chicken!"

The angel's expression remained neutral as his hand made its way up to wipe the spit off his face. "Yes… I'm quite certain you'd like to. But do please remember you brought this upon yourself sweetheart." There was no warmth, nor malice for that matter as he reached up and patted Dayzel's cheek. "Don't worry, though, I'm almost ready to leave you alone."

"Don't you dare touch me like that!" Was all he could manage to growl as he snapped his face to the side and bit down hard on the man's hand. However, instead of pulling away, or even acknowledging the red lifeblood dripping down his hand… The angel simply tsked and gave Dayzel a look of… What he could only describe as disappointment… Which was enough to startle Dayzel enough to let go.

The angel's uninjured hand shot out so fast he actually flinched as his horn was once again grabbed and his head tilted back. The angel carefully and slowly maneuvered behind him once again, and as he was still held in place, Dayzel had no idea what he was doing. "Such a shame. Your wings are actually quite beautiful you know? I was hoping to merely pin them for this… But seeing as how you want to resort to such. Brutality. I shall return the favor in kind. They should make a nice mantle piece."

Dayzel felt his stomach drop. All tough guy act and threats thrown away as fear took over his face. Actual, genuine, raw fear… "Wait, please don't-!" But he didn't even get the finish as the angel gripped tightly at the base of his wing and twisted and wrenched until the limb fell to the floor. And before he could so much as gather his thoughts… He immediately started on Dayzel's other wing, doing the exact same. That too fell with a soft thud to the floor. Dayzel never cried… And that much held up… No, through his screams, instead he was sobbing. And once his horn was released from it's crushing grip, he too fell to the floor in a heap of himself.

"See? Now we're getting somewhere. Lesson one. Fighting only ends in pain." The shifting of the voice told Dayzel that the man was once again in front of him. He didn't respond. "If you don't acknowledge me, I'll cut off your horns next."

"Fuck you." Dayzel lifted his head ever so slightly to get a look at him… Splattered with his blood across his white uniform…

The man crouched down to be closer in view. "Ah, out of threats I see. That's good. That's progress. There may be hope for you yet." He reached down and delicately pet the tufts of Dayzel's hair and the fuzz of the back of his neck. And Dayzel hated himself for being grateful for the gentle touch as opposed to pain. He merely clenched his jaw. "Unfortunately for you, lesson number two is that hope is meaningless." His hand withdraws and he stands back up to his full height, before fishing around in his pocket for something. Once found, he pulls out a tiny two button remote, one up arrow and one down arrow. He presses the up arrow.

Confused, Dayzel looked up as he heard some sort of mechanical noise, like a motor. And that's when he noticed the cord going up, that was attached to his tail… Which was seemingly being lifted by said motor.

Again, panic rushed through him as he scrambled to stand up and tried to reach the cord just below the tip of his tail… But he was still far too dazed and in pain to grab hold and undo the knot, let alone with his hands tied. He watched as the angel started walking towards the door out of the room, meanwhile his feet finally couldn't touch the ground and he lurched forward with a hiss of pain. The motor stopped, leaving the wingless demon dangling from the cord and the tip of his tail. When he looked back… The angel was gone, leaving him to his own misery. "FUCK YOU!!!" He screamed again, this time raw and full of hate, so loud that it left him once again panting for air.

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It started as a sharp pain, every muscle and joint screaming at him to get down. To ease the pressure. To stop what was happening. And it lasted like that for the first little while as he struggled against the tape and spun in the air. He even tried being upside down and climbing backwards up his own tail to reach the cord. It didn't work of course, but he was desperate enough to try.

Eventually, he figured he'd try staying as still as possible to reduce the sudden jerks on his tail. But then he got lightheaded, or his legs fell asleep and he inevitably had to shift again, sparking the pain once more…

However, after a while… The pain became duller, and more muted. Still very much there and ever persistent. But his tail was slowly losing its ability to hold him up.

Finally he lost the ability to move his tail at all. It had gone a tingling sort of numb and lifeless…

He slumped, folded in half, and without the strength to hold himself facing parallel to the ground. He didn't know how long it had been, nor did he know how much longer it would be… But for the first time, he felt completely helpless.

#jay jabbers #my writing #whump #villain whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #demon whumpee #Dayzel oc #nonhuman whumper #angel whumper

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sirikenobi12 · 3 years

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The Empty Nest

So, I’m working on this fic, but it’s not exactly coming together the way that I want it to so I decided to post the one part of it I’m feeling good about - that and been seeing all the April Angst posts and wanted to help shatter some hearts!

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“Don’t, don’t you DARE say her name!” Anakin Skywalker hissed. “You don’t have that luxury anymore.”

“Anakin,” a much calmer yet equally raw voice answered. “We should be able to talk about her, I miss her too.”

“Stop it.” Anakin continued to throw items in the box. “You lost that right when you turned your back on her.”

Obi-Wan released a pent up breath and considered his words carefully. “I, we never turned our backs on her…”

“Abandoned her then!”

“Anakin, we’ve been over this so many times.” Obi-Wan folded his arms into his sleeves, a nervous habit of his left over from his Padawan days. “We were left with little choice, the moment she ran we lost all chances of keeping this as an internal Jedi affair. Her actions robbed us the opportunity to even defend her, we lost all credibility in the eyes of the Senate, the people...how can you not see this?”

“You could’ve fought for her!” The younger man cried.

“...We did. Fight for her.” Obi-Wan’s voice caught. “And we lost.”

Anakin shook his head and tossed another item in the box. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.”

Obi-Wan moved towards his former apprentice. “Come, sit with me and have some tea. We can work through these emotions, together.”

“I don’t want tea.”

“Whiskey then.” Obi-Wan offered a genuine smile and moved towards the kitchen.

“I want Ahsoka back,” Anakin’s voice trembled.

Obi-Wan kept his back towards Anakin, his shoulders slumped. “...so do I, Anakin.”

After a moment of silence Obi-Wan returned with two tumblers that contained a small amount of brown liquor. He held one out to Anakin who took it, ungratefully.

“To Ahsoka’s new adventure.” Obi-Wan held up his glass as if to toast.

Anakin slammed his down on the table. “That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“She’s out there, alone. With nothing to fall back on and you are toasting her like she graduated from a University or something?!” Anakin moved back towards his room to grab more of his things.

“Anakin, she is figuring out where her place is in the galaxy. That should be something we celebrate. Our Padawan has grown up into a remarkable young woman.” Obi-Wan said as he contemplated his own drink.

“MY Padawan!” Anakin shot back. “And she’s out there on her own, with nothing.”

“She is highly educated and skilled, she has plenty to fall back on. Plus, it was her choice to go at this alone. She could go back to her birth family if she wanted to - Madame Jocasta offered to help her with that. Or she could go live with the people of Kiros, you know Governor Rosti would offer her any job she wanted. Seven hells Anakin, I’m sure Padme would take her in in a heartbeat.”

Anakin’s head snapped up at this. “Yeah...yeah she would.”

“Ahsoka made the choice to do this on her own and we have to honor that decision, no matter how much it hurts.” Obi-Wan moved closer to Anakin, bringing their glasses with him.

Anakin’s eyes were bloodshot, Obi-Wan wondered how long it had been since his former Padawan had slept. Anakin accepted the glass, reluctantly.

“...so we didn’t abandon her?” His voice was so low it was difficult to hear.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No, of course we didn’t. Did you honestly think Master Yoda, Master Koon or I would actually let her leave without something to fall back on? What type of monsters do you think we are, Anakin?”

“Then that means...she abandoned me.” Anakin’s voice trembled.

“Anakin, that’s not fair…”

Obi-Wan was suddenly slapped in the face yet again by how much Anakin reminded him of Qui-Gon. Memories surfaced of being thirteen years old and choosing to leave the Jedi in order to help the Young fight their war, all the while sensing (and later learning) that his Master took it as Obi-Wan abandoning and betraying him. There had been a rift in their bond for several years because of it, and it took him far too long to regain Qui-Gon’s trust. In the chance that Ahsoka might come back into their lives one day he couldn’t let history repeat itself.

“Anakin, I know this hurts. But, she didn’t ‘abandon’ you.” He stepped forward and risked placing a soft hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I promise you, if she actually thought you felt like she did this to punish you then she’d never forgive herself.”

“You don’t know that,” Anakin turned his back on Obi-Wan, unable to look at him. “You don’t know anything.”

“I do know about this, trust me, Padawan.” Obi-Wan reached up to try and turn Anakin around, expecting to hear Anakin’s usual argument about how he isn’t a Padawan any longer.

“This is all your fault, you know. I didn’t even want a Padawan…” Tears began to silently slip down Anakin’s cheeks. “You set the whole thing up and made me care about her!”

“Anakin, the Force wills…”

“Stop it!” Anakin screamed. “You never listen to me! I told you I didn’t want a Padawan, I then told you she was innocent...you, you forced her on me and then you didn’t fight harder for her against the Council and against Tarkin...and now she’s gone. And all of this, this whole stupid war is YOUR fault!”

Obi-Wan stood, stunned.

“I think...I think I need some time away from you right now.” Anakin tried to compose himself. “Just, reassign the 501st somewhere, I need to put as many systems between you and I as I can right now.”

“Masters Tiplee and Tiplar have requested reinforcements on Ringo Vinda.” Obi-Wan did his best to keep emotions out of his voice. “I will put in a the order to have the 501st sent there at once.”

“Good.”

Obi-Wan stood still as he watched Anakin gather the last of his belongings and toss them in the box. The Knight then angrily picked up the box and shoved his way out of the apartment.

“You don’t have to move out right this second, you know.” Obi-Wan said finally. “There will be time for all of that later.”

Anakin looked back at his former Master. “We’ve put this off way too long as it is. If Ahsoka’s moving on, then perhaps it’s time for us to move on too.”

They locked eyes for a moment, both playing a game of chicken with the other, yet both secretly hoping the other would fight for Anakin to stay.

“You must do what you feel is right, of course.” Obi-Wan finally said, clearing the lump from his throat.

“Yeah, see you around. I guess.” Anakin huffed and the cold durasteel door swished shut behind him, leaving Obi-Wan Kenobi once again with his thoughts.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #The Clone Wars #clone wars fanfiction #the wrong jedi #obi wan kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #angst #heavy angst #angstapril #ahsoka tano #ahsoka's 2 dads #obi wan deserved better

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zabrak-show · 3 years

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Vacation on Concordia

Maul x nightbrother!OC

A/N: This is a gift for a dear friend on twitter, Zennybb!! (ilysm thanks for trusting me to write this) Vex Var is their OC, an AFAB nonbinary (they/she) nightbrother. Art and OC characteristics etc are all theirs! I just write the smut, LOL

Summary: Maul asks Vex to meet him on Concordia for a little getaway.

Length: 2.4k words, ~10min reading time

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Smut, NSFW, 18+, lots of sexy grinding/humping, skinny dipping, fun in the sun, maul has his chicken legs, biting/marking, tiny bit of blood play, no robodick, just good ol fashion oral and dry (tho technically it’s wet...idk just read the damn story lmao) humping

AO3

link to the art

Concordia was a strange mix of industrial mining complexes and lush forests sprawling out through the moon. Vines and trees snaked their way through the abandoned mining facilities. Once booming with the life of miners' hard endless toil, their distress could still be felt all around. Or was it the grief of nature being almost choked out on the once brimming with life moon? Likely both. Needless to say, the planet was a juxtaposition of feelings and scenery.

That wasn't to say it was terrible- there were still forests to get lost in, rivers, waterfalls, mountains, and hot springs. What more could one want from a moon? The abandoned mines were a curiosity as well. Though not one so sought after as a luxurious hot spring. The hot springs were what everyone gushed about to Vex Var anyway. Vex, a nightbrother turned smuggler herself, knew all too well about the secret mines of Concordia, and was no stranger to the moon of Mandalore. Why Lord Maul had asked them to meet here was an entirely different question.

The air on Concordia was pleasant and airy on its own but radiant in the direct sun. Vex's black jacket, baggy maroon pants tapered at the bottom into black linen, and dark red shoes soaked up all the sun's heat. The intensity of the beaming light almost overheating the Zabrak. They found respite from the heat by ducking into shady areas as they walked down well-worn paths.

Lord Maul sauntered alongside them in his signature walk. Towering over Vex from the height gained by his metal prosthetic legs. He wore only a leather collar and wrist gauntlets. The heat didn't phase him. Figuring his metal legs were pants on their own, he never felt the need for much clothing. Vex would tease him about it at times, usually in a playful attempt to learn about this strange Zabrak. If it bothered him, he never let it show and perhaps refused clothing now on spite alone. Vex wouldn't put it past him. That much at least they knew about him.

The curiosity nipping away her insides about what exactly they were doing here. And alone. Memories of the last time they were alone together flooded their mind. The interrupted kiss and awkwardness that followed. Was it getting hotter out here? No, and in fact, she was still walking in the shade.

"What exactly are we doing here, Lord Maul?"

Vex's voice, lean and sturdy as their physicality, cut through the chatter of birds and critters. Maul stopped in his tracks to look down at Vex, blocking the sun from their eyes.

"Last time we spoke, you were stressed out. I am told this," Maul gestured to their surroundings, "can help with that."

"Concordia?"

"No," he started to get perturbed but caught himself, "no, I mean, like getting away. I believe some are quite fond of the hot springs here."

"You brought us here to relax? Lord Maul, I thought it not something possible for you!" Vex jabbed his side with their elbow accompanied by a light laugh.

Maul growled back, baring his sharp teeth. It would take more than that to scare Vex away. She rolled her eyes and pressed on down the trail, following Maul's lead.

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The first stop was a gorgeous cascading waterfall. The water rushed down, filling the air with its unbridled noise and cool mist. It pooled into the river where Maul and Vex stood at the banks into a dreamlike hue of hyaline aquamarine. The energy was powerful and calm.

The cool mist hit Vex's face in a welcome diversion to the sun's taxing heat.

"Is it safe to swim?" Vex turned back to Maul, who stood under a tree with his arms crossed.

"Yes, unlike Dathomir, not everything is a death trap to the unsuspecting traveler here."

Before Maul finished speaking, Vex was already stripping down to jump into the calm waters. A light splash and their naked form was under the glass-like waters. The cool water was chillier than the Zabrak was expecting, but swimming around in it a bit and it felt perfect.

"Come on, Lord Maul!"

"Hmmm…" He dipped a metal toe in, and Vex giggled.

"The water's fine. Get in!"

He entered the water with trepidation. Though half of him was metal cybernetics, they contained Dathomir magick. He could still feel everything but in a more subdued way. Once the water reached his stomach and chest, his skin pebbled at the temperature change.

"The water's freezing," he complained.

Vex responded with a splash, "Not if you keep moving around."

After several minutes of swimming around, it became evident to Vex she was the only one having fun.

"I don't see how this is supposed to be relaxing."

"Well, we can lay out in the sun for a bit. When the sun starts to go down, we can try the hot springs out. Maybe you'll like those better." Vex, ever the pragmatic negotiator, and well, it seemed they had a bit of a soft spot for the Sith Lord.

"Very well." Maul climbed out of the river and perched himself on a grassy knoll. Vex followed close behind, the water rushing off their tattooed skin, glistening in the bright afternoon sun. Maul tried not to stare.

"I guess we should have brought some towels," Vex suggested as water poured off their skin.

They plopped down next to Maul with a grin. If he could walk around naked all the time, then what was there to be nervous about for Vex?

"Oh, I didn't realize. Should I go back to the ship?"

"Maybe before we go to the hot springs, but for now, the sun will dry us just fine."

Vex squinted into the sun, the warm rays already evaporating the water off their golden skin and sepia tattoos. Maul stared straight ahead, not wanting to make Vex uncomfortable with the lingering gaze he so longed to do.

"How do your legs do in the water anyway? Is it bad for them?"

"No, Mother made sure to waterproof them in her magickal construction of them. Though, I fear, it may not always be the case for them."

Vex held their hand out and over his thigh, "May I?"

"Yes, go ahead."

Dropping their hand down on the cold, wet metal, and it was clear his legs held a robust magickal power. Almost like static electricity around them, but not quite. Still, it was the best descriptor Vex could think of.

"And you can feel?"

"Of course I can feel! I feel your hand on me. Though it is not the same as skin on skin contact, it's...hard to explain."

"Like static?"

"Yes, I suppose."

Vex took their hand away and stared ahead at the waterfall and picturesque river. Their eyes narrowed on a mining structure. It stuck out like a sore thumb against the vibrant colors of nature with its dull dark gray stone frame. Yet still holding its own raw beauty as a juxtaposition against the moon's natural environment.

Using her hand as a brim to shield her eyes from the sun, she turned to look at Maul, staring at him.

"Do they hurt?"

"Sometimes."

Vex looked down again with her big expressive eyes, and Maul lost himself in the moment. The sun sparkling off their still damp skin, he studied their tattoos, similar to his own, but with their own unique story to tell. Maul had yet to see so much of them, it was hard not to stare. He decided to give up trying and absorbed their handsome, athletic figure into his mind. Nothing seemed to ever last long for the Sith Lord, save for pain and suffering. Something this good would be gone before long. He needed to remember it all. Remember Vex and the moments they shared together always.

"You shouldn't stare so much, Lord Maul. It's quite rude."

Maul turned his face away and grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

"We should move to the next spot. Are you dry enough yet?"

Vex climbed Maul's seated body on all fours, her face lined up in front of his, though he refused to look at her for a moment. The tension was too much, and he had to turn to face them, finally.

"I think we should stay right here," Vex responded at last, "I'm not dry at all."

She leaned into him with her face, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. It didn't take him long to reciprocate. They were soon consuming each other's mouths, teeth clashing against each other. All insecurities either may have felt earlier in the day washed away in the clear blue river. It was only lust and passion now.

Maul reached a hand up to Vex's, holding her face in a sweet embrace while he studied her exquisite features. They leaned into his hand and looked into his glowing amber eyes.

"What is it?" they asked.

"Nothing, I, I, don't want to forget this is all." He trailed a thumb down to their lips and dragged it along their lower lip before grasping their chin and pulling her face back into his. Vex dug her knees into the soft ground at either side of Maul's hips and sat on his lap with her arms around his neck. Their adventuring hands made their way up to Maul's crown of horns. Massaging the base of his horns and scratching the skin between them with her long nails. His breath hitched with a moan. He ran his hands down their back and grabbed their ass to pull them even closer into him.

"Fuck, I want you so bad," he whispered in their ear.

"You have me," they whispered back, "all of me."

The kisses now getting sloppier. Too consumed with desire for each other's bodies. Vex's hands unable to settle anywhere, all his body so perfect for touching, his horns, his neck, his back, his pecs, his arms, his prosthetics. She wanted it all.

Maul struggled in a similar fit. How was their skin so soft? And they smelled so good, floral and citrus, he was ravenous for them. Biting into Vex's neck with his sharp teeth and they let out a small groan of pain. Droplets of blood spilled down her neck, and he lapped it up, flattening his rough tongue around the afflicted area, careful to not let any go to waste.

The stinging sensation brought forth by the bite and subsequent licking of the wound sent a rush of desire through Vex's blood. The arousal was now almost more than they could stand. They rocked their hips back and forth onto Maul's metal groin. Gyrating around for a moment, before long, they found that magic spot where his metal prosthesis rubbed their clit with perfection. The static feel of the cool metal, now warming up against their heated core, was unlike anything they'd ever experienced.

Maul's eyes grew big as he watched Vex come undone on top of him.

"You're so sexy," she breathed out. Their foreheads touched, and their horns clashed together in a soft show of dominance.

"I need to taste you," Maul moaned and picked them up by their ribcage to flip positions.

Vex's back now on the damp mossy ground. Maul prowled on top of them like a predator. Starting at their neck, he licked the wound that still throbbed with a dull intensity. Making his way down their body with his tongue and hands. Stopping for small moments to suck a nipple or bite their divine skin as he went down. Leaving a trail of saliva on his way down along with scratches from his long nails, clawing down their toned physique. Vex arched their back and moaned at each kiss going lower and lower. Until at last, Maul reached his destination and buried his face in their pussy.

Vex was already throbbing in delirious arousal. Once Maul's soft lips and rough tongue caressed their soaked cunt, all control disappeared. He was a gift from the gods as far as Vex was concerned at this moment. Grabbing his head between his horns and pulling him further into herself, she moaned in a heated lust. His tongue traced all along the trails and valleys of her wet lips. Any moment now and she'd explode in orgasm, yet never wanting this sensation to end all the same.

"Please, Maul, oh maker, don't stop!"

Maul had no intention of stopping, that much was certain. He consumed their aching cunt with a hunger that may never feel satiated. Swirling his tongue around in tasty patterns, Maul couldn't get enough of them on his tongue. As he paused a moment to suck on her clit, they pulled his head off and up.

"I want to cum looking into your eyes," she explained as she pulled him on top of herself, "and I want to taste myself on you."

She met his lips with her own. His entire bottom half of his face was slick with their arousal. The taste of themself on him was delicious. She found a position again where she could grind up against his leg and hit that perfect spot. They continued their messy wet kisses, stopping only for a moment here and there to gaze into each other's eyes. It was as if they each needed a moment of clarity to make sure the other really was there, and this wasn't all a dream.

Vex convulsed faster and faster onto his metal leg. The static sensation coupled with the wetness Maul's mouth had left on them had them at the precipice of explosion.

"I'm going to cum," they paused kissing, breathless, to inform Maul.

He took their face into his hands and looked into their eyes, foreheads touching. Vex yelped out in utter exasperation, letting herself come undone by the sheer pleasure and love at the moment. They gyrated themself against Maul in dramatic pulses while clutching Maul closer and closer to themself. Their cunt, still impossibly wet, flooded even more as they ejaculated onto themself and Maul's leg.The power of their orgasm spread to Maul, as he let out his own infernal groans of pleasure.

As the convulsions of the orgasm slowed, Vex, still holding the back of Maul's head, rubbed her cheek against his.

"I'm glad your legs are waterproof for now."

For the first time ever, Vex heard Maul laugh in happiness.

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smarchit · 3 years

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Unforgivable

Summary: A short little fluff fic with our boy. While cooking, Frankie does the most heinous thing someone can do - puts his cold ass hands on your warm body. Based on real-life events of me and my darling boyfriend and his own cold ass hands.

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word count: ~650

"Babe, can you come here for a sec," Frankie called from the kitchen. He'd graciously offered to prepare dinner that night while you finished up your workday and you were always thankful he lent a helping hand wherever he could. It definitely helped that Frankie wasn't a half bad cook.

You slowly unfurled yourself from the blanket nest you'd made yourself on the couch and slipped into the tiny kitchen in your apartment. The early-December chill finally had settled in and you were making every attempt to keep warm. You hissed as your bare feet came into contact with the frigid tile flooring.

"Can you hold onto this?" he asked, nodding towards the styrofoam container that held leftover semi-frozen raw chicken. "I'll put this away. We can make something else with it this weekend, maybe."

You squeezed against the counter beside him and pinched the edge of the packaging to hold it down while he peeled off the meat from the paper lining.

"Yuck," you grimaced. You stuck your tongue out and scrunched up your face as Frankie tossed the extra chicken in a freezer bag. He playfully swatted you on the ass when he moved past you to put it in the freezer. You carefully washed your hands free of chicken juices and turned to smile at him.

He wordlessly tossed the dish towel over your head before you could finish rinsing your hands free of soap.

You didn't even bother removing the towel when you went to go dry your hands withit, hoping he'd remove it for you, if only to see his smile at the dumb face you were making beneath it.

Instead, what Frankie did next was absolutely, positively unforgivable.

He lifted up your shirt and pressed his ice cold, frozen hands against your now-exposed, still toasty warm torso.

"No!" you shrieked with laughter, trying to squirm away. "No! Holy shit!"

Frankie roared with laughter and crowded you against the countertop, sliding his cold hands all over you. "Nope, not getting away from me!"

"Bastard, evil man!" you gasped breathlessly as he moved his hands up to cup your tits. In the commotion, the dish towel slipped off your head and onto your shoulder. You smiled back at his wide, childlike grin at the absolute torture he was reigning down on you.

Frankie took the opportunity and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, momentarily lulling you into a false sense of security... before he removed his hands and pressed the cold backs of them to your skin.

"No, no, no!" you laughed, still trying to wiggle out of his iron grip. He had blocked you in with his body and he was not budging. "You jackass!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist - above your shirt this time, and pulled you in for a kiss. "Love you," he hummed.

"I love you too, but that was just evil," you said, still catching your breath from how hard you'd been laughing. You smiled and snuggled close against his chest.

Frankie shrugged and reached down to grab your ass as he held you. "I dunno. Seemed pretty fair to me after all those times you put your little cold ass feet on me at night."

You chuckled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Oh, my apologies to Mr. Space Heater. How long till dinner is ready?"

"It'll be done when you're finished with work," he said, looking over at the clock on the stove. "We're having chicken quesadillas."

"Mm, yummy," you replied, puckering your lips for another kiss.

Frankie just smirked and yanked the dish towel back over your head. Before you could say anything, he lifted it like a veil and finally gave you the kiss you'd been waiting for.

"I love you," you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

#triple frontier #pedro pascal #frankie morales #frankie x reader #frankie x you #no use of y/n #my writing

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youarejesting · 4 years

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Hope in the Sheets.4

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers,

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Reference to a previous sexual encounter, pregnancy, Toxic Family.

You were sitting at the bar drinking your fourth glass of orange juice, the sweet citrus flavour was really hitting the spot. Laying your head onto the polished shiny wood you could see the dance floor lit completely. Jimin swept the floor and mopped it diligently, of course they cleaned up thoroughly when they closed the bar but Jimin prefers to clean again.

You felt a fondness blooming in your chest watching Jimin dancing around with the mop in hand. Yoongi was setting up and testing each speaker individually and testing out his equipment.

There were two hours left before the bar opened and Seokjin began ordering some food, Jimin got a text as he was putting the mop and now empty bucket away. Yoongi leaned over to read it —That guy had no shame— “Hoseok is on his way over”

“Really?” You asked a little nervous to see Hoseok so soon, you hadn’t even figured things out, you weren’t ready to see him.

“You sound surprised but we have pizza night every second friday” Namjoon smiled exiting the staff room, smelling clean and fresh his hair combed back.

A part of you happy for the oncoming pizza boxes heading your way. Seokjin began by placing a container in front of you, you opened it excited. A large part of you hoping it was some fried chicken, only to see plainly seasoned roast chicken and vegetables.

Seokjin had already started acting protective, reading the pamphlets and telling you, you can’t have barbeque, raw fish, deli meats or soft cheese. So you were enviable of their pepperoni cheese heaven.

“We haven’t had pizza night since before the renovations behind the bar, did you see the difference compare to last month when you had come in?” Namjoon added unmoving as Jimin gracefully spun around him heading towards the door unlocking it for Hoseok to come in when he arrived.

“I don’t really remember much about that night and what I do know I have tried to repress” You couldn’t help but pout looking at the plate of beans, you could eat most veggies but beans were the worst. You pushed the plate away and Seokjin pushed it back and you looked up with puppy dog eyes and he shook his head.

“He could not have been that bad,” Yoongi said, missing the exchange between the two of you, especially the way you were making rude gestures to the manager. “I have danced with Hoseok, he knows how to grind.”

“What’s all this?” Namjoon said, sitting at the table and looking over the pamphlets Seokjin was reading. “Who is pregnant?”

“I didn’t want to tell you?” Seokjin looked at Namjoon his lips pursed the way they do when he tries to keep a straight face, “but I am pregnant”

“Haha, guys can’t get pregnant” A small voice chuckled and you saw a familiar face. He was freshly showered and looking well dressed in black boots pants and button up.

“Oh everyone this is Jeon Jungkook, Seokjin and I hired him to help with the door and any rough housing” He gave a nervous smile, looking around. He opened his mouth to talk when the front door opened. Jungkook turned squaring his shoulders only to be deflated by Jimin carrying drinks “Jungkook sit down this is Hoseok”

You smiled pulling out your seat to the left and gesturing for Jungkook to sit. Hoseok faltered whilst removing his jacket for a moment, questioning why you had let Jungkook sit on your left. Genuinely sorry, you gave him an apologetic look. He laughed and walked across to the bar where he pulled out a pair of your spare shoes from his bag and placed them in the staff room. You found out last time that he was the one leaving your shoes at the bar but to actually see him do it was really sweet.

“Do you work here as well Noona?” The apprentice bouncer asked pulling your attention away from your neighbor and best friend.

“No, I just stop by every Friday for pizza night”

“But you're not eating pizza?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I will trade you some beans for a slice” you grinned and he nodded picking up a slice and turning to you and freezing “um… maybe not”

“No, you need to eat healthier,” Seokjin argued.

“But they are disgusting!” You whined letting your head fall back.

“Eat them or no ice cream” He stood up heading behind the bar for a tub of ice cream that was used for special cocktails.

“ice cream?” You almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast your head lifted.

“Eat the beans and you get ice cream!” He said sternly and Hoseok moved around the table and stole a bean. “And no help from Hoseok” huffing and putting them in your mouth grumbling as you chewed.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” He said

“I hate it, the texture is wrong, it’s not food”

“But you did it, so what ice cream would you like?”

“Cookie dough?”

“Can’t have raw egg, I got chocolate, vanilla and strawberry”

“We have coffee too…” Jimin’s voice died out with the glare Seokjin gave.

“This house is a prison” you frowned, throwing a stray bean at Seokjin and he laughed handing you a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

“Hey are we partying tonight?” Hoseok asked around a mouth full or pizza, how could he be so damn handsome even when he is doing the weirdest things. “Ah but you haven’t gotten changed from your work uniform”

“No, I am just having dinner and heading home, tonight” you sighed “doctors orders”

“Oh well I guess, we can go out another night or something” he said being polite and waiting for you to talk about your doctor's appointment, Hoseok never pried with things like this. Jungkook was a charming young man and Yoongi asked for a dance.

It was Yoongi’s version of bonding, he held your waist and gently moved to the music and you laid your head on his chest. “You okay?” He asked the gravel in his voice was almost purr like and woke you from your daze.

“Just tired” the words mumbled as you hugged his torso, his heart beating a steady rhythm.

“You are thinking too much, no more thinking tonight, just go home and get some rest and think some more tomorrow” pulling away he looked you in the eyes taking your face in his hands he kissed your forehead. “I will support you and your body no matter the decision”

“Thanks Yoongi, I decided I’m not going to get the prescription. I think a part of me already loves them way too much” touching your lower belly, allowing yourself to be a little excited, if only for the moment.

You were worried and you should be. This was a big deal, but something about the support the boys gave you made it almost exciting. You began to day dream about a baby just like Hobi running around your apartment and cringed, taking the child to school on the bus before going to work.

Blanching at the thought, you needed to put the baby first and your life right now wasn’t good enough to support a family. It was time to stop thinking single and start thinking like a mother.

Maybe Yoongi was right, it was time to stop thinking, get through the night and plan everything tomorrow. With you in tow Yoongi led you back to the other, he placed your hand in Hoseoks and told him to take you home.

Hoseok nodded getting your coats and thanking them all for dinner, he reassured Jungkook he was in good hands and told him to relax. Hoseok helped you dutifully into your coat looking longingly at the bar you frowned feeling bad for him.

He took your hand in his warm one and walked you to the door opening it for you like a gentleman. He noticed how miserable you seemed and took your hand racing down the sidewalk until he arrived at a small convenience store.

“Wait here.” He turned to you and paused looking you over with a smile “you look really pretty today”

You visibly reddened a considerable amount enough so that Hoseok noticed grinning and ran into the shop. Watching his head pop up over the aisles as he ran back and forth, you had no clue what he was looking for but clearly he did as he raced back and forth not once appearing lost.

He emerged with a biodegradable bag filled with an assortment of midnight snacks. He opened the bag letting you peek inside. “I got all your favourites, we can go home and watch some late night telly or one of your favourite movies”

Your mood skyrocketed. Grasping his hand, swinging it enthusiastically on the way home. Hoseok stepped between you and a group of men smoking and drinking on a bench. He gave them a curt but polite ‘good evening’ and continued guiding you along.

The two of you made it to the door seeing the door had been pried open. “Again, I hate this stupid appartment, let’s hope they got bored before they reached our apartments.”

They got to their doors and thankfully noticed that they were not broken into. “We need to add a few more locks on the doors.”

“Or you know move” You laughed

“Come on the rent is almost nonexistent and the pizza shop is in sight, what else do two bachelors need in their lives.” He laughed flopping onto your couch and grinning at you upside down.

You placed the snacks into a bowl and placed it on the coffee table as Hoseok began flipping through the channels. “Knocked up is on you wanna watch that?”

The scene that happened to play was at the restaurant where Katherine Heigl announces she is pregnant and the father makes a witty clueless remark.

“No thank you,” Your tone was clipped and he thankfully changed the channel.

“Yeah it’s a bit overplayed. What about Juno, it just started?” He shrugged

“Nah,” You said, sitting beside Hoseok laying against him and closing your eyes to push back tears you were overwhelmed.

“Animation numbness?” He asked, turning on your Disney plus you laid there without opening your eyes “anything?’

“Yes” He put on his favourite ‘Peter Pan’ and pulled you up to lay against his chest sensing you were not quite alright. He sang cutely in your ear along to ‘We’re following the leader’ with the children on the television.

You got to the part where Wendy sings ‘You’re mother and mine’ before the tears started to fall. Hoseok noticed the way your chest shook against his and sat up. “Hey Little Darling, tell me what is wrong.”

“Everything.” You sniffed burying your face into his chest and he patted your head threading his hand through your hair soothing the raging emotions.

“Tell me little darling,” He whispered softly, trying to calm you and give the support you need. “Is it about the doctors, are you sick, is something wrong?”

“No nothing, it’s fine,” The finality in your voice made him go quiet, of course he was upset but he respected your decision and just held you. “I think... I might go to bed.”

The abruptness of your decision made him sit up, “Are you sure, I can stay and I won’t pry”

“I really should sleep, this is something I have to figure out by myself and then I can talk to you okay,” You said standing and he nodded standing grabbing his coat and heading to the door. Before you could shut the door he turned pulling you into a hug.

“I am here for you okay, don’t try to do it on your own, not when I am here and willing to help you, okay” he looked at you grabbing your shoulder and making sure your eyes would meet his before he continued “I will be by your side no matter what, trust me okay. I love you sleep well”

You would be lying if that I love you didn’t hit a little different, you nodded “Thank you Hoseok let me process and then we can talk okay.” Shutting and locking the door you began taking a few deep breaths. There was undeniable comfort from Hoseok’s words and it made you believe everything was okay.

Taking out your phone with shaky hands you searched for a name you hadn’t contacted in a long time, even their name in your phone was mocking you. You clicked ‘Mum’ followed by the small phone icon before placing the phone to your ear.

Your hands trembling, you didn’t know what to do. You heard your mother answer with her familiar underlying snobbish greeting.

“Good evening?”

“Hey Mum,” You caught yourself before your voice cracked, never giving your mother the satisfaction, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, what do you need?” Her voice clipped and you bit your lip trying not to fight, this wasn’t why you were calling. You journeyed into the bathroom feeling a little sick, your mother always brought your anxiety back ten fold.

“Nothing, I was just wanting to tell you…” You squared your shoulders and stared at yourself in the mirror. It was a challenge, you were telling yourself to be a proverbial man. “I am pregnant.”

“Of course you are, you wasted your college degree by becoming a carny and now you are pregnant. I was waiting for you to stuff your life up more. And what now you need money, to help get rid of the thing, come home and we will take care of it. Maybe this will be a reminder to keep your legs shut”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, I am an adult don’t ever contact me again, because I sure as hell am never going to” You hung up placing your phone down and the sickness faded like a weight off your shoulders your mother was not a part of the equation.

Walking to the kitchen you sat on the breakfast bar stool and pulled out a book and began writing out a plan. There were things you needed to do. Of course telling Hoseok was important but you were planning without him. Because if he rejected you and this baby well then you were on your own.

It was always best to plan for the worst case scenario. A better house; the baby cannot live in a broken down high theft studio apartment. A drivers license; you definitely couldn’t take the child to school on the bus everyday before going to work and as for work you needed a serious job. You paused; these were the first important things.

Opening your laptop you began looking at houses and loans, saving tabs and looking at a driving school, there was no time to party. Texting Seokjin ideas he told you he would help you with some of the lessons and you were grateful that he would help you.

[Jimin: Hey, I thought...] [Jimin: And feel free to stop me but...] [Y/n: Spit it out Jiminie] [Jimin: I might have a better job for you, I just thought that the theme park would be too physical and at somepoint you won’t be able to lift and such.] [Y/n: Oh wow, I hadn’t thought about the lifting and standing business but I did think I would need more money and a real job, what do you have in mind?] [Jimin: You are qualified for it and it is a desk job, that pays well.]

You kind of felt good about everything, Jimin gave you an application for the desk job and depending on what you heard back you would have to give your two weeks notice at the theme park.

[Jin: As tomorrow is Saturday, How about your first driving lesson?] [Y/n: I mean sure, I have booked in to see the Realestate and I have filled out papers for a home loan, I can’t live here, it isn’t safe for a child.] [Jin: I will be there in the morning and I will drop off some healthy meals...] [Jin: I am slaving away in this kitchen so you better eat them.] [Jin: We don’t want the little one getting hungry, okay?] [Y/n: Okay, I get it. We will drive and look at houses tomorrow don’t be late] [Jin: I am never late.]

Seokjin was really getting into his role as fake father. But it made you feel like you had some sort of support behind you and that made you happy. You were exhausted laying on your single bed and decided not to dwell on things any more that evening.

The next morning Seokjin knocked on your door, upon opening he looked at you with horrified eyes, “Your front door has been smashed in, why do you still live here?” He huffed placing bags on the bench, “you better understand that I love you, look at all these dinners I prepared”

“Thank you Jin, for everything, I really can’t thank you enough right now” You hugged him and he held you a little longer than normal perhaps waiting for you to break down.

“Are you ready to go?” Seokjin said, opening the front door to reveal Hoseok standing there looking absolutely confused.

“Go where?” His voice croaked a little evidence of his recent rising.

“We are looking at houses” You said nonchalantly, “Do you want to come?”

“Sure let me get dressed,” He ran back inside and Seokjin looked at you cautiously and you nodded. The three of you got into the car and Seokjin began instructing you to drive and you were doing pretty well even Hoseok who is scared of almost everything was calm.

You all spent the day looking and discussing houses and your price range and the possibility of a home loan, Hoseok just listened. He seemed amazed by the length you were going to, just to get a home or at least that’s what it felt like.

You looked at different houses and you knew which one you could afford but you couldn’t help but dream about one of the more expensive ones that they had accidentally showed you. Even Seokjin and Hoseok saw you smile when you looked at the places.

The last house you looked at was overrun with grass weeds and trees, garbage in the yard, a broken window and everything needed fixing but it was the cheapest.

The neighbourhood wasn’t bad, but the plumbing was, there was no electricity either which meant you had a lot of work cut out for you. Nothing could compare to your dream house, it had french doors to a back porch and a large backyard with a neat garden.

After inspecting each property you went back to the real estate office and stood outside in the fresh breeze while the agent made a few calls about your loan flexibility. Seokjin went to get coffee from the Cafe just down the road and to enter the real estate office when Hoseok grabbed your arm gently and blushed apologetically, “Hey can we talk just really quick?”

“Sure Hobi,” Your eyes scanned his sheepish form and he opened his mouth but quickly shut it, “What is it?”

“Is it about the break in, I can totally understand if it is, We can find a new place together, something nicer, and with more space in a better neighbourhood.” He looked flustered he wanted to express so much he was fumbling over his words, “Just I don’t want it to be cause of something else, I don’t want it to be about me, or something I have done”

“Hoseok, I have something to tell you,” Your heart was beating out of your chest, “I got some news from the doctor and well I have to get my life in order because this is serious Hoseok”

“Oh god!” He clutched you in his arms, “Don’t say you are dying, please anything but that, I can’t live without you”

“No Hobi, I am pregnant, I have to get my life in order, I can’t raise a baby in a broken studio eating tinned food, I need a proper job and house and…” He pulled back to look at you in a mix of shock and relief “I am scared, and alone”

“You are pregnant, like really pregnant?”

“Yes, and I am pretty much disowned too, so I have no help from home and have I said I was scared because I am shaking” You sniffed tears falling and he held you

"I will be there for you" He smiled, “We can get a house together and raise a baby. Wait. Who did this?”

“I got you a smoothie cause you can’t have Coffee” Seokjin smiled handing a coffee to Hoseok and a smoothie for you. You saw Hoseok’s eyes slid to Seokjin and flick back to yours.

“Him?”

It looked like Hoseok was about to punch him when the Agent stepped out and guided us back into the office, I spoke with the bank and they said you are only eligible for the broken down bomb site of a home.

But amongst the deadly glares of Hoseok and the disappointment on Seokin’s face at the bank’s refusal to lend any more he went to speak. “What about if I add a Ten thousand dollar deposit?”

“No, No deposit I will take it. I have some time to fix it and I intend to.”

“You can’t live there, it is creepy.” Hoseok said

“I can and I will, I have to make a safe environment for a baby Hobi, I can’t sit around in our apartment and wait for someone to stab me in my sleep, I have fate in my hands and I am taking it” You walked into the realtors office and signed the forms, the house was now yours.

You sighed stepping out of the realtors and Seokjin said, “the boys and I will help you clean up”

“I can get some of the guys from work” Hoseok said, appearing more like he was trying to outdo Seokjin, instead of genuinely helping. Either way you were thankful for their help.

The clean up was going to be a huge task and you needed all the help you could get.

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janicho88 · 4 years

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Come Back Part 3

Paring- Dean x Reader

Word Count-3810

Summary- After everything you and Dean have been through to get together you deserve some happiness right?

Warnings-Smidge of angst, fluff, some language, maybe just a couple words. Implied smut

A/N As of right now this is the final part. There is a chance someday there will be a fourth. There are a few more pictures in this one, I like to visualize things, was trying to help you see what I was. Pictures found on google.

Part 1 Part 2

Three months later

Chaos, mayhem and craziness, that was what surrounded you. Currently you were hiding in your old room in the bunker trying to get away. Unfortunately the knock at the door told you that they found you again. Charlie, Donna, and Jody, all of whom you had renamed in your head, hurried in. They were trying to help get everything ready for the wedding in a few days. They all had an opinion on how it should be, the problem was, their opinion didn’t match yours.

Chaos, I mean Charlie thought you should do a Star Wars theme. They women could all dress like Princess Leia and the guys Jedi, with the robes and hoods. You think you just about had her talked out of it. You had told her if that was what she wanted to wear, go right ahead, but she would be the only one.

Mayhem, oh miss Donna wanted you to learn square dancing. She was also hoping for big dresses with these crazy bows, and so so many ruffles. You told her she was more than welcome to have one herself. At this rate it was going to be more like a costume party than a wedding. You mentioned to Donna you didn’t think Dean was going to learn square dancing this week for the wedding, but if she wanted to show people that night it was fine.

Craziness, bless her heart. Jody’s ideas were probably the closest to what you were thinking. After you lost your parents you spent most of your time at Bobby’s before going off hunting with Dean. You saw Jody as a mom figure, and she knew the inner girl you kept hidden. You just didn’t want to make things as grand as she did. You appreciated everyone’s help, they were just a bit overwhelming when you had them all at once.

You weren’t expecting too many attendees. Besides the three ladies, Alex and Claire would of course be joining. Garth and his family would be here, a few other hunters the guys kept in constant contact with also coming. You expected, but weren’t completely sure Crowely and Rowena would also make an appearance. Rowena liked you, and the two of you had become friends over the years, even if Dean wasn’t thrilled about it. Sam was Dean’s best man, Donna your maid of honor. Since Dean was legally dead, and also wanted for numerous federal crimes a marriage license was out of the question. Cas was officiating, both you and Dean figured married by an angel would make it legal and binding for the two of you.

Turning your attention back to the three ladies in front of you, you figured it would be wise to see what questions they had this time.

“What are you doing for decorations?”

“Where is the caterer going?”

“Where is your dress”

Jody’s question was the easiest so you started there. “My dress still needs to be picked up, they finished the last alteration yesterday.” While hunters don’t often get normal things, one thing you always dreamed about watching chick flicks was a beautiful wedding dress. When you told Dean you were just going to get a simple dress or wear one you had, he encouraged you to go after your dream one. He joked about wanting to see you in a big fancy dress in your real wedding pictures, not just your fake ones Sam had made.

As for the decorations, “Dean and I talked, we will move the tables aside in the library and rearrange the chairs for people to sit. I don’t have any decorations.”

“What nothing? No fancy lights or even flowers?” Charlie wanted to know.

“No, we figured simpler was easier.” Charlie just rolled her eyes.

“There aren’t that many of us, we didn’t exactly get a caterer. There is a restaurant in town we’ve gone to a few times that does party size orders. We ordered a few dishes to serve 30 that should give us plenty. Sam or Dean are picking them up the day before the wedding, we just need to reheat it the next day. Dean joked that we can order pizza later if people are hungry. Honestly, I don’t care much about any of those things, well other than the dress, but it still isn’t as important as Dean. End of the day what matters most is actually being together with Dean. I want to be able to truthfully say he’s my husband.”

They all chuckled at that. You still had to humor them with a few more answers before they left you alone. You had about two minutes to yourself when there was a knock on the door. Turning your head toward the door you saw Dean walking in.

“How’s it going with your wedding army?”

“Not funny, they are driving me nuts. I know I said I didn’t want to go to Vegas before, but is that completely off the table now?”

“Personally, I wouldn’t want to face the wrath of those 3 if they found out we eloped now, but if you really want to Baby is gassed and ready to go.”

“UGGHH, you’re right, we would never hear the end of it now.”

“I’ll talk to them, see if I can get them to calm down.”

“Thank you, Honey, you're the best.”

After giving you a kiss your fiance left to try and wrangle in your help. Fiance, what a crazy year you two have had. It started with the fight that had you leaving the bunker and Dean. Followed by the amnesia and being Dean’s fake wife. They two of you had been together since the memories returned, you had officially moved into his room. He didn’t say anything else about a wedding after the comment about getting real pictures so you didn’t push. A month after all of Dean’s memories of you came back he took you out to dinner then a walk by a nearby lake. It was by the lake he dropped down on one knee and asked you to be his wife. With tears in your eyes you had said yes. Dean didn't want to ever lose you again, hunter’s don’t always have the longest lives so he wasn’t going to waste any more time making you his actual wife.

The next month and half had kept you all pretty busy with hunts, you had not had much time to do anything for the wedding. One of the few things you two finished was picking out your rings while gone on a case.

Your lack of completed tasks is why the girls are here now trying to help you. You appreciated the help because honestly the last couple of weeks you hadn’t had a lot of extra energy. You were thankful Dean hadn’t noticed that yet though.

Dean talked to your three friends and got them to tone everything down a bit. It made the next few days so much easier for you. The night before your wedding they took you out for your bachelorette party. You mentioned to them you didn’t want a hangover the next day so you wanted to avoid the alcohol. They took you out for dinner, and still ended up with a trip to the bar after. Things went pretty well though, and it was a fun night with the girls. You weren’t sure what the guys were doing for Dean, but you knew they were hanging around the bunker. When you made your way from the garage to your old room, you could still hear them in the library.

You know those days where everything that can go wrong will? That was your wedding day. It was now 11:30 and the wedding was supposed to be starting at 1, if it ever did. You could not believe the morning you had had. Dean and Sam had picked up the food yesterday from the reception. Everything was sealed and labeled just how you had ordered it. The guys brought it home and put it in the fridge. This morning when you, Jody and Donna were in the kitchen talking about when to reheat everything and what goes where you took it all out of the fridge, good thing. What was supposed to be an alfredo pasta was, well you weren’t really sure. It was something slimy. In the container labeled chicken breasts, raw vegetables, at least those were edible. They would work too since Sam forgot to grab anything to make a salad. Instead of mashed potatoes you got yams. The cornbread Dean wanted, just cream corn.

Jody called the restaurant to see if they could fix it and get you the right things. They were extremely sorry, but could not fix it right now. Apparently your food got mixed up with another catering they had today for a bigger group. They were working on fixing that one right now, and it would take a few hours to start on yours. They told Jody they would be giving you a refund though. Looks like you’ll be ordering pizza after all.

Leaving the kitchen after that mess you headed up to the library. The site that met you had you closing your eyes hoping it was all a nightmare. The guys little bachelor party the night before looks like it got out of hand. For some reason there were books everywhere, the tables and chairs all over and as soon as your shoe hit the library floor it stuck to it. They apparently spilled a bit of alcohol, you could smell it now. That had you running for the bathroom. You carefully made your way back to the library, Sam looking around the corner when he heard your approach.

“Hey we were going to come clean this up before you woke up. Guess we overslept. Don’t worry about this. It will straighten up in no time.”

“What about the smell Sam?”

“We’ll find something.”

“What happened in here anyways?”

“Cas might have had a bit too much to drink and he was trying to show off some of his powers. Didn’t go well as you can tell. Used too much energy and passed out before we could get him to fix it.”

As you were talking you didn’t notice Charlie and Donna coming behind you. They were going to finish the cake table and chose to bring the cake out now. Charlie hit the sticky floor and stumbled. She held her balance until she hit an out of place chair and the cake went flying. Now you had another mess and no cake. At least you had bought Dean a pie, which Donna was carrying. Never mind it met the same fate as the cake. What else could go wrong?

You should not have asked. After trying to help clean up some of the mess, Jody sent you to shower. She was going to start your hair after. You two had practiced your updo a few times and she knew exactly how you wanted it. Problem was today your hair didn’t realize it was supposed to cooperate. The half up half down with curls you wanted was mostly down, and extremely limp. Oh well, it was just hair you told yourself. While looking in the mirror at the flop on your head someone knocked on the door. It was Sam.

“What’s up Sam”

“Is anyone here any good with alterations?”

“What kind, to what and why?” You asked with your eyes narrowing in the mirror.

“Slight problem with the tuxes. Um how do you feel about purple?”

‘What’s wrong with the tuxes? What’s purple that I need to feel something about? Again why?”

“Cas’ tux apparently came in purple. Now is the first time he’s opened it. He must have hit the wrong box. The alterations are for Dean and I. My tux is a bit too big, and his is too small. He can’t even get the coat on.”

“Didn’t you get measured for your tuxes? Why didn’t you try them on before?”

“We sent in our measurements and they sent us things to try on and we told them what fit. Things have been hectic. We all thought they would be fine.”

You didn’t say anything just stared straight ahead for a minute. “I guess your Fed suits will have to work.”

You were hoping to do a few pictures outside before people came, that way you weren’t holding up the reception after. You had figured if everyone here was ready by 11:30 it gave you time for pictures and to get back to your room before anyone else arrived.

Shortly after 11 Donna and Charlie were helping you into your dress while Jody looked for your shoes.

“I can’t find them anywhere Y/N do you know what they were in?”

They were in a white box. They were on the counter, I grabbed the dress and Charlie grabbed my shoes.”

“I didn’t carry anything out of the shop.” The redhead behind you spoke up.

“Did anyone carry the white box out?”

Silence great, you left without your shoes. You had white flip flops guess that will have to do. Donna started to zip the back of your dress with Charlie helping when you heard a ripping noise.

“What is that?”

“OH NO! Y/N, I am so sorry!” Charlie exclaimed. Apparently she had ended up standing on the dress while they were pulling the zipper and it was enough to tear the fabric in the back. They unzipped it, while Jody left to see if there was any thread in the bunker to try and sew it up. Charlie kept apologizing, but you told her accidents happen, and ushered them both out for a few minutes of quiet for yourself.

There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Babe it’s me. Jody told me about all the problems, are you okay? Can I come in”

“NO! If the only thing that goes right today is the tradition of not seeing the bride then so be it. You can open the door a smidge, but don’t peak in.”

“Okay, okay. How are you holding up.”

“I’m beginning to think someone cursed us today. Who did we piss off now?”

“Just a rough morning, we aren’t cursed this time. I’m sorry about the mess we made in the library. We got the spills cleaned up.”

“Does it still smell like beer?”

“Eh, maybe some.”

“Okay. Thank you for getting the rest ready.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry this isn’t the day of your dreams.”

“It’s okay, I’ll survive. At the end of the day the most important thing is I have you by my side.”

“Always, Sweetheart. We’re in this together.”

As you and Dean were talking you heard the clank of heels coming down the hall. “Is that Jody coming back?”

“No, it’s Rowena. Hello Rowena, can I help you?”

“Hello Dean. No, you cannot, I just fancied a word with the bride to be.”

“Dean, be nice.” You whispered out to him

“Fine, I’ll see you out there Sweetheart everything will be fine.”

As Dean walked away you opened the door and let Rowena in.

“I heard from Samual, it’s been a bit of a rough morning for you? That library smells like a brewery.”

“That’s one way to put it. Not much is going right, the food is wrong, the cake hit the floor, along with Dean’s pie. The library was a mess this morning. They cleaned it, but like you said it still smells. The guy's tuxes don’t fit, Cas’ is the wrong color, I forgot my shoes and my dress ripped. My hair has decided this will be the day it does it’s own thing. This isn’t exactly how I thought this day would go. I guess I should just be happy we haven’t been called for a hunt yet.”

“Sit here and let Rowena see what she can do Lass.”

You had been sitting in your room for about five minutes when Jody and Donna came back. They took your wedding dress and an old pair of shoes and left again. They must have found some thread, not sure what they are doing with the shoes though. Five minutes later they returned again, much too quickly to have actually sewn the dress.

“Okay, let’s get you dressed,” Jody said.

“Wait, what about the dress? Did you fix it already?”

“We did not. Your witchy godmother did. She fixed your dress, shoes, the tuxes, cleaned up the library a bit.”

“Oh my.” You were speechless.

As they were finishing closing your dress there was another knock at the door. Rowena entered a moment later.

“You look just about perfect deary. One more little thing.”

Rowena spoke a few words and you could suddenly feel your hair moving around. She was fixing that too.

“Rowena, I’m going to cry thank you so much!”

“No tears today, it’s a happy day. Even if you are marrying that Winchester.”

“Thank you so much.” You gave her a hug and she went back out to the library.

You had just enough time to get a few pictures finished before you needed to come back inside. While Dean was outside getting his pictures with the guys, and ladies, you went to the library. You could not believe your eyes, Rowena had worked her magic in here also. It was no longer the library you knew, but a ballroom. Gone were the bookcases, tables and chairs. White Chairs were set up for the guests and a beautiful wedding arch where you would say your vows.

“This is amazing Rowena, I can’t believe you did all this thank you!”

“You are more than welcome. Alas I can’t take all the credit in here, your fiance made the arch as a surprise for you.”

You couldn’t believe Dean had done that. It was perfect. The door opened and Jody came in to see where you were, so Dean wouldn’t see you when he came in. She ushered him to the hall, then helped you up the stairs. When your pictures were done, she went inside and looked for Dean, to keep him out of the way. Sam came over to talk to you.

“You look stunning, my brother is one lucky guy. I’m glad you both came to senses. I’m glad you decided to come back here.”

“I am too. Mostly I’m thankful we got our Dean back.” Sam gave you a hug as you both headed back inside.

Soon it was time for the ceremony to start. You had asked Jody to walk you down the aisle, being the closest thing you had to a parent. Dean actually had a tear in his eye when you reached him, and he told you how beautiful you looked. You told him how dashing he was. The ceremony went much quicker than you imagined. Both you and Dean reciting traditional vows. When Cas pronounced you husband and wife Dean grabbed you to him in a longer kiss than you thought he would. After you walked back down the aisle and people were getting up from their seats, Rowena changed the room to a different setting again.

The white chairs were now around tables, a buffet line was set up that smelled delicious. In the corner a beautiful wedding cake, with smaller circles surrounding it on the table. Upon closer inspection they were mini pies. You were going to need to hide some of those from Dean so he didn’t get sick. This was incredible and more than you could imagine, you were going to owe her big for this.

You and Dean spent the afternoon and even talking with guests, dancing and enjoying the wonderful food Rowena provided. When it came time to cut the cake, you told Dean if he made a mess it would be a long time before you made him another pie. He took that warning to heart and did his best not to smear it on your face. You doing the same with the piece of pie you cut him. Dean picked your first dance song, Aerosmith’s "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing." He said he wasn’t missing anymore of your life together. Most of your guests were crashing at the bunker tonight so it was one long party. At one point you caught up to Sam.

“Think Rowena could have helped us with Dean a few months ago?”

“Probably, wish we had thought to ask her back then.” You nodded your agreement before going to find your new husband.

You and Dean finally decided to call it a night and head back to your shared room for a little alone time. There was something you wanted to share with Dean tonight. Opening the door and turning back to pick you up Dean carried you in and placed you on the bed. You were staying in the bunker tonight before heading off to your honeymoon. Dean had actually rented a house on the beach, but far enough away from others you would have some privacy.

“I missed you in my arms last night wife”

“I missed being held close to you, husband. I like being able to honestly call you that now.”

“I love hearing it. I like the idea of filling those frames with pictures I actually remember.”

“Dean I have something for you.”

“Yeah, is it under your dress”

“Not in the way you're thinking.”

Getting off the bed you went to your dresser and pulled out a gift wrapped box. As you handed it to him, he told you he didn’t get you anything. You told him he already did, and just open the box. He tore the paper off and when his eyes shot up to you when he removed the lid. He looked at you and then back to what you had made for him in the box.

“Really… are you?.. Am I?” With tears in his eyes he could finish his sentences.

“Yes, we are going to have a baby, you're going to be daddy.” He grabbed you and pulled you in for a tight hug before he thought better of it and loosened his grip. Leaning down his lips met yours in a slow sweet kiss.

“How far along are you?”

“Just about 6 weeks I found out this past week. Cas told me and I swore him to secrecy.”

“You know this means no more hunting for you right?”

“Yes, I kind of figured that.”

Dean leaned down to kiss you again. It didn’t take long till you were working the buttons on his shirt and he was trying to figure out your dress. You had to break apart to deal with clothes before coming back together and finishing your wedding night wrapped up in one another.

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thewritewolf · 4 years

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Black Cats and Chinese Takeout

Marinette is dealing with a broken leg, but thankfully Chat Noir is there to help keep her company while she is homebound. A light hearted Marichat story.

I wrote this for @firebird525 for the discord secret santa!

Enjoy!

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“Marinette, be careful! You don’t want to-”

“Make it worse, yes, I know,” Marinette replied curtly as she hobbled to the couch with her crutches. “I haven’t suddenly forgotten about my broken leg since the last time you told me to be careful.”

“Right.” Marinette glanced over and saw how Tikki’s antenna dropped. Taking a deep breath, Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose to clamp down on her frustration. She was just being concerned for her, after all.

“I’m sorry for snapping, but I don’t like being coddled.” Which was an understatement. With everything that had happened, she felt more vulnerable than ever. Tikki assured her that even outside of the suit she’d heal quickly, but that didn’t help her now. She slowly adjusted herself so her leg was elevated and gestured at the cast. “And this thing doesn’t give me a whole lot of choice in the matter.”

“Well, you know what they say,” came a voice from the window. “A princess deserves to be waited on hand and foot.”

“That pun doesn’t even work,” Marinette said, glaring at a grinning Chat Noir. “My leg is hurt, not my foot.”

He shrugged as he entered the apartment through her window. “Are you sure you didn’t break your funny bone? That joke was pretty humerus to me. Ah well. I guess I’ll just have to do some research ahead of time. You know, get a leg up on it.”

Marinette was unimpressed by his rapid-fire punning. Although she only had herself to blame - Chat was always one to double down on his jokes whenever she pointed out their flaws. Her lips were pressed into a thin line when she saw the two styrofoam take-out containers he was carrying in a plastic bag.

“You don’t have to bring food everytime you come,” she said, but her words were immediately uncut when her stomach growled in protest. “Ignore that.”

“No, ignore her,” Tikki said from her place on Marinette’s shoulder. She deftly dodged out of the way of Marinette’s hand as she half-heartedly swatted at her. “She has been in a mood today. A grumpy one too.”

Chat chuckled. “Looks like you’ve been outvoted, princess.” He tapped at his chin. “Or should I call you ‘my lady’ even when you’re outside the mask?”

“I’d rather you use neither of them,” she said with a huff, crossing her arms.

“I know you don’t mean that. Here.” He passed her a container along with the proper cutlery. “You’ll feel better after you eat.”

“I don’t know, kitty. I don’t trust Chinese food in Paris. Not unless it’s made by my maman.” Despite her words, she begrudgingly she took the offered box. Her eyes widened when she saw the logo on the box. “Is this…?”

“Yup! The owners are close friends of your mom’s, right? I think you told me once that they were about the only people to get it as close to perfect as possible.”

Marinette looked back at her partner and narrowed her eyes. “I definitely did not tell Chat Noir that. It’s bad enough that I messed up - you at least still have to protect your identity.”

His tail flicked back and forth, the only outward sign of his irritation. He grumbled, “Seems kinda pointless now, doesn’t it? It can’t hurt us that much now. Might as well get it over with.”

“No, Chat. And that’s final.” She opened her container and a heavenly scent hit her nose. Despite her annoyance, she sighed in bliss. “Chicken chow mein. My favorite.”

“Oh! Speaking of your favorites…” Chat reached into his magic pockets and pulled out a single red tulip. “For you, my buginette.”

She eyed the flower. While it was definitely her favorite, she wondered if he was aware of its meaning, representing true love. Knowing her cheesy romantic of a partner, it seemed likely.

“Leave it on the table, I’ll find a vase for it later.” She patted the spot on the couch next to her. “Now come on, you got enough food for the both of us. Take a seat.”

Marinette smiled and raised an eyebrow when she saw that he had gotten shrimp fried rice. “Fish for the cat, huh?”

“I promise it’s not just because of the suit, Mari,” he said with a wink.

They ate in silence for a few moments. Despite everything, she did enjoy his company. And he’d been nothing but respectful ever since he discovered her identity, even toning down on the flirting. Although there hadn’t been any akuma fights since her accident, he had made a point of visiting her every night and making sure she was recovering. Usually tag-teaming with Tikki to keep her from doing anything strenuous.

Most of the time, it almost felt like nothing had changed and they were just bantering on the rooftops of Paris in their suits. She was grateful for it at first, but then as he dropped more and more hints that he knew her as a civilian, she began to get worried. Did he back off to let her heal? Or was he no longer interested now that the mystique of Ladybug had been exposed?

It was an irrational fear, she knew that. But she couldn’t help herself. Once the idea had occurred to her, it was hard to shake off.

“You didn’t mess up.”

She was startled out of her own head by Chat’s murmured words. He was watching her carefully. How long he was watching her, she had no idea.

“What?”

“Getting hurt. That was just an accident - you didn’t mess up anything. We beat the akuma perfectly fine.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but that just makes it worse. Since I busted my leg leaving the fight, that means it didn’t get healed like the rest of the city.”

“More terrifying than any akuma fight,” Chat said with a shiver. “Seeing you cry out in pain and just crumble was horrible.” He nudged her with a smirk. “But hey, at least it will make for a funny story later.” He held up his hands as if making a picture frame. “The time Paris’s darling, Ladybug, crashed into a billboard of Paris’s golden child, Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Don’t remind me. I’m just glad Alya wasn’t there to get pictures for the Ladyblog. That would’ve been a disaster.”

“And don’t worry - I’ll only tease you about it a little,” he said while patting her back. “I’ll even wait until you’ve recovered.”

“Thanks for bringing me home, by the way.” She gave him a weak smile. “Getting an ambulance to pick me up at home was also very sweet of you. Especially since you were panicking along with me.”

“I wasn’t freaking out! This cat was cool as a cucumber.”

“You were crying as you carried me home.”

“I was feeling a lot of emotions, okay? I finally knew who my lovely lady was.”

“In fact,” she continued, now smirking. “You confused the emergency number because you said that we had a broken leg. I had to explain when they got here that it was just me. My friend had only been very concerned.”

“Can you blame me?” He huffed and pouted. “I was worried… You know how much I care about you.”

Mhm,” she said, even as her heart fluttered. “And thanks for all that, by the way.”

“No problem,” he muttered while picking at his rice again. “Not exactly the romantic reveal I’d had planned, but I’ll take it.”

“...I know I’ll regret asking, but what did you have planned?”

He grinned and rubbed his hands together. He put a hand on her opposite shoulder. “Picture this: Candlelit picnic on the Eiffel Tower. Then a visit to the street where we first met, reminiscing on our first few outings together. How much we’d changed. Then we go to our favorite spot-”

“That alcove in Notre Dame’s tower?” She glanced down at his tail, which had gently wrapped around her waist. He hadn't seemed to notice yet.

He smiled proudly. “The same! With that privacy, we could finally drop our transformations and see each other for who we really are. No masks, no suits. Just us.”

“And a pair of hungry kwami.”

“And that,” he acknowledged with a nod.

“It sounds more like a first date than a reveal ceremony, kitty.”

“Oh, by that point we’d have been dating for ages.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “You couldn’t resist my raw animal magnetism and good looks.”

“Uh-huh.”

He sighed. “Missed opportunities.” A grin lit up his face. “Although falling for me is still on the table.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The return of their familiar dance - flirting and pushing him back - lifted a weight of her shoulders as she returned to her food. A comfortable silence settled between them, Marinette feeling more at ease than she had been ever since getting the stupid cast.

“I’m glad it was you.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at Chat. He was wearing the same soft, loving smile that he always wore whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. It was something achingly familiar to her when she was behind the mask. But seeing it directed at her now did more than the last six years of Chat’s flirting had. A blush spread across her face as her breath caught, a realization bubbling to the surface.

Somewhere along the line… she had fallen in love with her silly kitty.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Chat Noir #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Marichat #Tikki #ml fanfiction #my writing #Black Cats and Chinese Takeout #aspsecretsanta

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cracknoir · 3 years

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i wrote a thing about the night jack died Big Yikes

As I burned rubber the fuck out of there with sirens on my ass, I pondered how I could be so stupid. It was a fucking set-up. Two bikes rounded the corner, high-beams blinded me, I spun out, skidded to the pavement and was chucked through a window. I was immediately met with shouting in a language I didn’t understand, egg-fried rice and broken glass in my hair. I grabbed my gun as I jumped to my feet, waved it around yelling indiscriminately, through the broken window I saw the bikes stop. Four guys hopped off, they had SMG’s. I ducked, bullets tore through the restaurant.

The job had seemed easy enough. The shipping containers had been empty; the cops were there, it was a real mess. Cops were dead. Me and my crew were splintered. Scattered like rats, lost them in the explosion. In the second I spotted my face on the news on the tiny TV in the corner of the Chinese restaurant, I knew I was fucked. I’d been to jail before, sure, but I’d never been to jail for killing six cops, never been made running around the docks with a Kalashnikov. Guess it all had to come crashing down eventually.

The bikers outside had popped some lady, she was looking at me while I was crouched behind the TV, chest heaving, sputtering blood all over her flowery dress. What a fucking mess.

Whenever I was pinned down, whenever I had to do something stupid, I thought of getting home. I think about my kid. I couldn’t concentrate. The lady was dying. There was a break in the fire, I bounced out from my cover and fired, six bullets burst from the chamber, the visor of one of the bike helmets smashed, the dude dropped, my gun clicked. Shit. I ditched the gun, jumped behind the counter and burst into the kitchen. I could see the back door, but instead I waited by the door, ready.

I glanced back to the door, I hated how often I chose fight over flight. I planted myself, centred my weight. Come on, you bastard.

I grabbed the tip of his gun, pointed it to the air, my arm shook violently as he pulled the trigger. He head-butted me, my head clanged off the hard plastic helmet, I stumbled back, catching myself on the counter. Raw chicken stuck to my hand as I reached across to grab the meat cleaver. Before the other could firm up, I drove the cleaver into his side.

I used the cleaver again, brought it down on the other side so as to break the strap of his gun. I sliced through his bicep, the gun dropped to the ground.

With an almighty shove, I grabbed the gun. Another had made it to the doorway, I mowed them both down.

I was speared by another biker, one who had ran in the back door. He slammed me against the wall, ass pressed to the counter, head smashed against a shelf, and gun cracked against ribs. I pushed him off me with my legs, unfortunately the gun went with him. I pulled the meat-cleaver from the dead guys bicep, swung erratically, it cracked into the helmet. I pulled, smashed the guys visor off the counter, bullets wrung out as his grip on the gun tightened. I dragged him around the kitchen, put his face in something boiling on the stove.

I knew I hadn’t killed them all, I had to get out of there.

I ran out the back door.

“Jimmy!” Jack yelled, as I sprinted from the alley. What the fuck was he doing here? It all happened so fast. For half a second, I was relieved to see my friend, for another half, I was pissed that he was here, and not high-tailing it the fuck away from here, then the bike passed. Whizzed clean past, it was so loud, I nearly didn’t hear the hail of bullets.

I was fine. Jack dropped to the floor.

I wish I could tell you I cradled him as he died, but when I got closer, it was clear he was dead. Jack had nerves of steel, but he wasn’t a mercenary. He got by on luck, and I guess it ran out.

I stole a Fiat. Strapped Jack into the passenger street. I drove around, smoking cigarettes all night. I think, maybe, I wanted to get pulled. Wanted the cops to find me with Jack, covered in blood. But they never did.

I delivered Jack to the funeral home. They knew the score. With dead eyes and dead tongue, I shakily asked for a cremation ceremony. Before I asked, one of the funeral directors asked me if this one meant a lot to me. Maybe I nodded, maybe I just glowered at him, I can’t remember.

What I do remember was Beneventi. He was a rat, back in the day, when Don Lorenzo retired, he swooped in. His son’s in charge now, thinks he’s hot shit, but Beneventi’s really pulling the strings. He had made a pact, I figured, after a couple lines, with the Russians. Tried to wipe me out. Once a rat, always a fucking rat.

I walked into the bar, poured myself a drink. Frankie and Kayleigh were there. They just looked at me. I think they knew, the second I walked in, “Jack’s dead,” I said. Frankie collapsed. It had been a long night. I downed my drink, looked at Kayleigh. She had the same dead look in her eye that had haunted me in the rear-view mirror. “What are you going to do?” She asked,

“I’m going to kill Beneventi. I’m going to make him hurt.”

We sat in silence on the drive over.

“You ready?” I asked her, outside Beneventi’s garage.

“Yeah,” I kicked in the door, Beneventi shit himself. He had been hosing down an apparent torture room, chair in the middle of the room was empty. “Jesus Christ – Jimmy! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

I didn’t answer. Just walked towards him. He scuttled into the corner of the room, I threw the chair out of my way, it crashed into something metal. “Jimmy, please,” Beneventi begged, “I’m just an old man, I didn’t know shit was gonna get so fucked up,” I grabbed him, “it was the Russians, would I steer you wrong, kid?” I spat in his face and threw him to the ground. He got back up, held his hands on.

What proceeded was nearly fifteen uninterrupted minutes of Kayleigh and I wailing on this guy, we threw him around the room like a pinata, burst his face open and broke his fingers, Kayleigh bit his ear off, it was all very cathartic. I was having a great time, really putting my all into it, Kayleigh was like some sort of professional boxer, the way she hit him with that long reach, it was impressive. The mood shifted when Beneventi got his hands on a chainsaw. He pulled the string, Kayleigh and I backed off. Beneventi, with his busted face, tried to say something to me, but none of it registered, I just sent a quizzical look to Kayleigh.

There’s something about being threatened with a chainsaw explicitly that I did not like. Beneventi lurched at me, I dodged out of the way, the chainsaw brushed my shin, I squealed like a pig and punched the wall as some sort of gut reaction – which shattered my knuckle. I saw red, swung my leg back and kicked Beneventi square on the chin with my fucked leg, Kayleigh grabbed the chair, ran at him. Beneventi held the chainsaw up, went through the chair, missed Kayleigh by inches, I took that opportunity to grab the nail gun and pop one in the back of his knee. He screamed. I grabbed the chainsaw off him. My eye’s met Beneventi’s. I kicked him onto his back. “Make him watch,” I said to Kayleigh, she grabbed him, wrapped her arms around his neck, held his eyes open. I revved the chainsaw.

Kayleigh and I sat outside on the side-walk, head-to-toe crimson, shotgunning cigarettes, eyes wide with shock.

“You just – don’t think that much blood’s in someone,” Kayleigh said.

“It’s fucked,” I said, “you did good in there.”

“I don’t blame you,” Kayleigh said, abruptly.

“You can,” I said, “I do.”

“Do you have any ecstasy?” She flicked one of her cigarettes, I passed her my half-smoked one.

“Yeah, at home,” I sparked a new smoke.

“I need a shower,” Kayleigh murmured, “then we should get really fucked up.”

“Kayleigh,” I touched her shoulder, she jumped. I opened my mouth, nothing came out.

She spoke before I could find my words; “don’t.”

#do i have a headcanon tag yet??#im tryna vibe myself up to write again #i sort of just like #proof readings for fucking nerds ok we ride or we die

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splendidlyimperfect · 3 years

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critical hit - chapter 3 [they're taking the hobbits to isengard]

When Sting tells Natsu that one of his friends from school is going to be joining their weekly Dungeons & Dragons game, Natsu isn’t impressed - their table is already full. But while Natsu and Gray’s in-game characters clash completely, Natsu finds that real-life Gray might not be that bad after all.

Chapter Summary: D&D night gets unexpectedly cancelled, but Natsu wants to hang out with Gray anyway.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Pairings: Natsu/Gray, Sting/Rogue

Tags: Modern AU, Dungeons & Dragons, Role-Playing Games, Awkward Flirting, ADHD Natsu, Geek Gray

*i know i haven’t updated this in two whole years (my bad) but i finally got inspiration so thanks for your patience and enjoy <3*

*link to ao3 in the comments cause tumblr keeps fucking up my posts*

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“I’m stoked for this fight tonight!” Natsu grinned at Gray, who was curled up in the passenger seat of Natsu’s car, looking out the window at the slowly setting sun. “We’re gonna kick this thing’s ass.”

“I dunno about that,” Gray replied, fiddling with his necklace. Natsu couldn’t quite make out what the pendant was. “We’re all nearly dead and out of magic. We might be fucked.”

“Pfff,” Natsu scoffed, pulling out of the Starbucks parking lot and heading towards home. “Maybe with that attitude. Don’t worry, we’ll pull a win out of this. We always do! Did I tell you about the time we dropped a house on a dragon?”

Gray shook his head and Natsu launched into the story, complete with wild hand gestures and sound effects. He could feel Gray’s gaze on him as he listened intently, even when the retelling took several unexpected detours. It made something warm grow in Natsu’s chest. Most people in his life were used to his rambling, chalking it up to his ADHD and excitable nature. They usually tuned him out after a while, though, or nodded along while drifting off to something else.

Gray listened, though. He’d shifted in his seat to face Natsu, knee tucked under his leg, coffee held between both hands, and Natsu could feel the deliberate way he followed Natsu’s words. It made Natsu feel important.

He’d just wrapped up another story where they had accidentally created a super-intelligent zombie when both of their phones pinged.

“It’s Sting,” Gray said. “So sorry guys, I can’t make it tonight, work called me in last minute. Can we reschedule for next week?”

Natsu felt a flood of disappointment wash through him as he glanced over at Gray, whose brow was furrowed as he stared at his phone. He was so cute – he had gotten his eyebrow pierced at some point during the week, and it made him even more adorable.

“Well,” Natsu said, chewing on his lip. “That sucks.”

An awkward silence filled the car. Natsu really didn’t want to drive Gray home – he’d been waiting all week to see him, and when Natsu had picked him up, the shy smile Gray had given him had made Natsu feel breathless.

“Well, I don’t—did you wanna, uh…” Gray trailed off, tugging at a loose thread from the hole in his jeans. “I mean I don’t have any, uh, plans? Obviously, since we had—I mean, so maybe we, um, we could…”

“They put all the Lord of the Rings movies on Netflix,” Natsu said quickly, before he could chicken out. For once he was glad for the lack of filter between his brain and his mouth. “Wanna get takeout and watch one of them?”

Before the anxiety could set in, Gray glanced up and gave him a soft smile. “Yeah,” he said. “I’d like that.”

Gray’s favorite food turned out to be sushi.

“You’ve never had sashimi before?” he asked once they’d gotten back to Natsu’s place and unpacked the takeout onto the living room table.

“Is that the rice?” Natsu asked as he settled down cross-legged on the floor. “Or the fish?”

“The fish,” Gray said, pointing at the slices of raw salmon. “It’s good, I promise.”

Natsu gave him a dubious look, then frowned at the chopsticks that Gray handed him. “You’re gonna think I’m totally uncultured,” he said as he peeled off the wrapper, “but I’ve never used chopsticks.”

“It’s not hard,” Gray reassured him. Natsu fumbled with the wooden sticks, glaring at them as he tried to get them to move. “Here,” Gray said, moving closer to Natsu and reaching out for his hands. “Like this.”

Natsu’s breath caught in his throat when Gray’s fingers touched his, settling the chopsticks between them and showing him where his thumb should go. Gray’s hands were cold, and each small touch made Natsu’s heart jump. His cheeks flushed hot when he dropped the chopsticks again, and this time it had nothing to do with clumsiness.

“I, uh, might have to stick to forks,” Natsu said with a nervous laugh. Gray was close enough to him that he could smell his shampoo – something light and fruity that made Natsu want to lean in and run his fingers through Gray’s hair. It looked so soft.

As if reading Natsu’s thoughts, Gray pushed his hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind his ear. Natsu’s eyes followed the movement, and when Gray’s gaze met his, he quickly looked back down at the food, hoping the heat in his cheeks wasn’t visible.

“That’s okay,” Gray said, and it took Natsu a second to realize that he was talking about the chopsticks and not the staring. “You can eat the rolls with your fingers.” He pointed at the second container. “Those ones don’t have fish in them. Just yams.”

“I’ll try the fish,” Natsu said before he could stop himself. He was glad Sting wasn’t here to tell Gray that Natsu had sworn off seafood ten years ago after going fishing with their grandfather and crying when he’d had to gut the salmon they’d caught.

It ended up being better than he’d expected, despite the strange texture.

“I haven’t had sushi in a while,” Gray admitted once they were done the meal. “I ate it every day in Japan.”

“You lived in Japan?” Natsu asked as he stuffed the styrofoam containers back into the plastic bags.

Gray nodded. “Yeah, I was there for an exchange program for a year. I’m from Montréal originally, though.” The soft way he said the word let Natsu finally place the soft accent he’d noticed every once in a while. Of course Gray was bilingual. Was there anything about him that wasn’t perfect?

“That’s awesome,” Natsu said. “When did you move here?”

“Six months ago, for school.” Gray crossed his legs, tucking his feet underneath him as he shifted on the couch cushion. “It’s really different here.”

“I can imagine,” Natsu said. “Have you made it down to Gastown yet? Rogue likes sushi and he says there’s lots of good places down there.”

“Oh, no, I haven’t.” Gray smiled as Natsu’s cat Happy hopped up onto the couch and rubbed himself against Gray’s legs. “I, um… I haven’t really been out too much. By myself.” He ran his finger behind Happy’s ears, who purred happily. “I’m a little—I get kind of anxious. Sometimes. To go alone.”

“I could take you,” Natsu offered before he could stop himself. “There’s so many places here you’d love – Granville Island’s amazing, they’ve got markets and this awesome café, and you’d probably like the art gallery there too. And if you haven’t been to the beach – well, beaches, there’s so many of them, and if you go to Stanley Park you can walk or take a bike, and there’s a…” He trailed off at the overwhelmed expression on Gray’s face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I’d like that,” Gray said, keeping his eyes fixed on Happy as a small smile crept across his face. “To go, I mean. With you.”

“Oh.” Natsu couldn’t hold in a grin. “Cool. It’s a date, then.”

Gray finally looked up at him and Natsu’s cheeks flushed when he realized what he’d said. Before Gray could reply, Natsu grabbed the remote from the table and thrust it into Gray’s hands.

“You can, uh, pick one. Of the movies,” he said as he pushed himself to his feet. “On Netflix. I’m gonna make popcorn.”

Natsu darted into the kitchen and exhaled, rubbing his face. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket.

holy pain in the ass: you’d better be on a date, loser

Natsu groaned – of course Sting had done this on purpose, the asshole.

pyro-manic: you’re a jackass and a liar

holy pain in the ass: i think you mean ‘you’re welcome’

Natsu glared at the screen for a minute, trying to come up with something witty but eventually just shoving his phone back in his pocket.

When he headed back into the living room with the popcorn, Gray was still petting Happy, who had curled up in his lap and was purring contentedly. He’d taken off his hoodie and had rolled the sleeves of his World of Warcraft shirt up just enough that Natsu could see the never tell me the odds tattoo that wound around his wrist.

Natsu tried not to stare. Everything about Gray made him feel like he was thirteen with his first crush all over again. He’d dated other people before, obviously, but none of them were quite like Gray. There was something about him – a shy but carefree enthusiasm for the things he loved that drew Natsu in. It didn’t matter what kind of pop culture references Natsu made, Gray picked up on all of them. He could finish the movie quotes Natsu had memorized, knew all the best cards in Magic, had seen every anime that Natsu loved, and didn’t even tease him about his taste in music.

Natsu’s phone buzzed in his pocket again, drawing him out of his thoughts, and he ignored what he was sure was another text from Sting.

“I hope you don’t mind the subtitles,” Natsu said to Gray, gesturing at the screen as he sat down next to – but not quite touching – Gray. “I always have them on. It’s like, a thing, with my ADHD – auditory processing something? It just makes it hard to catch everything sometimes, the subtitles help.”

Gray nodded, scratching behind Happy’s ears. “It doesn’t bother me,” he said. “I usually have them on, too. It helped me when I was learning English.”

“Awesome.” Natsu took the remote and hit ‘play,’ then settled back against the couch as ‘Fellowship of the Ring’ started to play.

Natsu was glad he’d seen the movie at least ten times, because the only thing he could focus on was Gray. He couldn’t stop thinking about Sting’s text, about the word date, about the fact that he hadn’t felt like this about anyone in years. Natsu’s life was full of people – he was outgoing by nature – but none of them made him feel like Gray did.

They finished the popcorn quickly and Natsu leaned forward to set the bowl on the coffee table. When he settled back into the couch, he was certain Gray leaned into him a little. He held his breath, shifting as if to get comfortable, and ended up right next to Gray with their shoulders pressed together. It sent a thrill through Natsu and he tried his best to ignore the part of him that insisted he was not a teenager anymore and it was silly to get worked up over this. He tried to focus on the movie instead.

“You have my sword,” Aragon said on screen.

“And you have my bow.”

“And my axe.”

“And my vuvuzela,” Gray murmured absently.

Natsu burst out laughing, immediately struck by the ridiculous video he hadn’t seen since in years. “Oh my god,” he said, nudging Gray’s shoulder with his as Gray’s cheeks turned pink. “You’re such a dork.” Before Gray could take offense, he added, “In a good way. I know exactly what you’re talking about and now I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the night.”

Gray laughed. “I just can’t take that scene seriously anymore,” he admitted. “My sister and I used to watch all of these movies on Christmas and quote along to it… it got pretty silly. And took forever ‘cause we’d watch all the extended editions in one sitting.” He played with his necklace as he talked, keeping his eyes on the screen.

Natsu was about to ask why they didn’t do it anymore but stopped himself when he remembered what Sting had mentioned when he’d first invited Gray to join D&D. Gray’s sister had died unexpectedly just before he’d moved here, and Gray didn’t like talking about it.

“We can watch them all if you want,” Natsu offered instead. Gray’s expression shifted and Natsu wasn’t quite sure what it meant – he was hard to read even when they weren’t talking about personal things. But then the corner of his lip curled up in a tiny smile and he nodded.

“If you can sit still that long,” he teased.

Natsu laughed. “Yeah, I might end up upside-down or something at some point. But that’s okay.”

Gray’s smile got a little wider. “I’d like that,” he said softly.

“Okay,” Natsu said. He tried his best to keep a huge grin from creeping across his face. “Cool. Yeah. Me too.”

Natsu managed to sit fairly still until about halfway through ‘The Two Towers.’ They’d had plenty of breaks – including one where they’d pulled up ‘They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard’ on Gray’s phone and sang along until they were both laughing hysterically – but it was getting difficult to not fidget. He was about to ask if they could take another quick break when Gray shifted and the back of his hand brushed Natsu’s.

Natsu immediately froze, all restless thoughts banished from his head as he focused on the sensation of Gray’s knuckles against his. They’d been moving closer and further apart all evening, bumping shoulders and knees, but this didn’t feel like an accidental touch. Something about it was deliberate, and this time Gray wasn’t moving away.

Heat sparked in Natsu’s stomach and he stared down at their hands, hoping to hell that he wasn’t misreading Gray’s intentions as he returned the touch. He heard Gray’s soft intake of breath, and several nearly unbearable seconds passed before Gray shifted closer and slid their fingers together. He was warm against Natsu’s side, and when he carefully tipped his head onto Natsu’s shoulder, Natsu was certain that Gray could hear the frantic slamming of his heart.

He exhaled as quietly as he could as he ran his thumb down the side of Gray’s hand, enjoying the soft noise that Gray made in response. His hair tickled Natsu’s cheek, soft and fine, and when Natsu rested his cheek against the top of Gray’s head, Gray hummed happily and cuddled closer.

The uncertainty that had been following Natsu around all night immediately vanished as he let himself relax against Gray, squeezing his hand gently as they pressed against each other. It felt so right. Natsu hadn’t realized how long it had been since he’d cuddled anyone until they were both comfortable and breathing in tandem. He felt more relaxed than he had in years.

The movie kept playing but Natsu barely paid attention. His brain, always in overdrive, immediately started to whether or not he should kiss Gray, if that was moving too fast, if he should maybe put his arm around Gray or whether or not that would be a cheesy high school romcom move. Gray solved the issue a few minutes later by stretching and nudging Natsu’s arm up, then curling up against him.

“I can hear you thinking,” Gray said quietly as the battle for Helm’s Deep raged on in the background. “Or panicking. I can’t tell.”

“I’m not panicking.” Natsu wasn’t sure if he was lying or not.

“Okay.” Gray rested his head against Natsu’s collarbone. “Good.”

The movie came to an end not long after that, but Gray didn’t move. He ran his fingers up Natsu’s arm instead, touching the scar that Natsu had gotten after a motorcycle mishap years ago. Gray traced patterns between Natsu’s freckles, then ran his hand back down and touched Natsu’s palm.

“Are we—”

“Is this—”

They both laughed as they talked at the same time, and Gray shifted until he was looking up at Natsu and they were nearly cheek-to-cheek. Warmth sparked in Natsu’s stomach and he leaned in, nudging Gray’s nose with his own. There was a moment of anticipation where neither of them moved, and then Gray closed the distance and pressed their lips together.

The heat in Natsu’s chest spread as Gray kissed him, rushing across his cheeks and down to his fingertips. He made a soft sound, tipping his head and pulling Gray closer until they were facing each other. Slowly, he reached out and brushed Gray’s hair out of his face, running his fingers through the silky strands. It was just as soft as it looked.

When Gray finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed pink and he didn’t quite meet Natsu’s eyes.

“I, um…” He bit his lip uncertainly.

“I really like you,” Natsu said quickly before he could change his mind. “Like. A lot.”

“Oh.” A small smile worked its way across Gray’s face. “Good. I like you too. Also a lot.”

Natsu laughed, leaning back in and kissing Gray’s nose. “Sting did this on purpose,” he said, gesturing to his phone that was sitting on the coffee table. “He’s an idiot, but I’m kinda glad he did.”

“Me too.”

Natsu ran his fingers through Gray’s hair again, then pulled him in for another kiss. It was soft and sweet, but Natsu’s stomach still sparked with excitement at the touch. Gray was warm everywhere they pressed together, and Natsu never wanted to let go.

Gray pressed one more kiss to Natsu’s lips, then his cheek, then pressed their foreheads together. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time,” he admitted, cheeks flushed pink. “I just… can we take it slow?”

“Of course,” Natsu said quickly. He kissed the tip of Gray’s nose. “I’m just happy to—I like spending time with you. And kissing. That’s good—great—too. Really great.”

Gray laughed, squeezing Natsu’s hand and kissing him again. Then he looked back at the TV screen where Netflix was suggesting ‘Return of the King’ as their next film.

“You wanna keep watching?” Natsu asked. “I promised you a marathon.” He looked at the clock, which already read 2:47 a.m.

“Yes? But I know you have to work tomorrow.”

“It’s okay,” Natsu reassured him, grinning. “I actually took tomorrow off because today was supposed to be our last D&D session and I thought it might take all night. Plus, I’m not tired.” He kissed Gray’s cheek again. “Maybe just a little distracted.”

“Just a little?” Gray ran his fingers through Natsu’s hair and surprised him by tugging on it gently.

“Maybe a lot,” Natsu admitted. He ran his hand down Gray’s side, then pulled him closer until he was almost in Natsu’s lap. “But I’m okay with it.”

They both fell asleep on the couch before ‘Return of the King’ was over. When they woke up the next morning in each other’s arms, Gray blushed furiously, but eagerly returned Natsu’s morning kisses.

“I guess I’d better get you home,” Natsu said as he ran his fingers through the tangles in Gray’s hair. “You’ve got class soon, hey?”

Gray nodded. “I’d rather stay here,” he admitted.

“Look, I’m happy to kiss you all day, but I’m also not gonna be the reason you fail your classes.”

Gray raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll have you know that I have a 4.0 GPA.”

“Guess I’m dating a genius then, huh?” Natsu paused. “Are we? Dating? I mean, is that what you wanna—”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Natsu grinned, kissing Gray’s nose, then nudged him off the couch. “C’mon,” he said as he sat up and stretched. “Let’s get you some coffee and get you home.”

Natsu’s pantry was nearly empty, so they stopped for coffee and bagels and ate quietly on the drive back to Gray’s place, holding hands across the console. When they pulled into the dorm parking lot, Natsu let go regretfully and leaned over for a kiss.

“See you on Sunday?” he asked, then shook his head. “No, that’s too long. How about Tuesday? I can take you to Gastown and show you around.”

Gray’s face lit up and he nodded. “Yeah,” he said, smiling shyly at Natsu and squeezing his fingers. “I’d like that.”

“Perfect.” Natsu kissed him again, tasting coffee on his lips. “It’s a date.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Best Friends, Part III (FINALE)

Marquis was on the bed fighting the urge to slip into his third nap of the day when Kera walked in to collect the dirty Nike socks that were on the floor of their bedroom next to his Air Max sneakers. Throwing them into the white plastic basket on her hip with the rest of their white laundry she spotted one of his white undershirts balled up on the dresser and snatched that too.

"Come lay with me," he croaked, stretching himself hard.

"What? Chile, no," Kera scoffed. "I've got to get this pig sty into decent order because if I don't do it, Lord knows it won't get done!"

"Hhhhnnnn," he groaned stopping in a starfish position. "You know you like to clean. Who am I to take that from you? Come here. I wanna shooow you something."

Kera sighed dusting her baggy light blue Tweety t-shirt with her fingers. It had a few tiny holes in it because it was old and there was a wet circle covering her stomach from cleaning dishes along with food spills in the refrigerator. She'd already cussed Marquis out in her head for being too lazy to scoop out gravy instead of pouring it from the side of the container and not wiping it off.

"I thought you were going out! Didn't you have some mysterious thing to do today or did they, I mean THAT fall through," she frowned before fanning out the bottom of her shirt.

"Don't be like that. Why you don't call Nevaeh to hang out with you."

"We just hung out yesterday. We all went to Lazertag. Remember? I caught you chatting up some bitch on the phone?"

"I told you that was my sister.. Just call Nevaeh. She don't be doing shit," he smirked shadily, shaking his head when Kera didn't find it funny. For the sixth time her mind went to Erik. They hadn't fucked in a few but when they did, he'd nutted in her a couple of times... she'd missed a few doses of her birth control. Marquis had been nutting in her without knowing about that. Marquis could leave for all she cared. She recalled the last time she'd gotten dick from her bestie, it had been three times already and each time she'd wanted him to stay.

Kera was on top of Erik on her tiptoes, riding as he tossed his hips, bouncing her up for extra momentum. The way he hit her spot right each time was forever ingrained in her pussy walls and the noises she'd made hung in the air even after Erik had left the apartment. She laid panting on her sheets covered in the sweat of two people, his cum oozing out of her. She felt too drunk to roll over and get out of the bed. Erik had laid there for a few minutes beside her before he'd jumped up and redressed with a kiss on her swollen lips.

"Where are you going," she'd asked.

"When does he get back?"

"It doesn't matter, fuck him. You daddy now, right?" Her heart was still beating quickly.

"Damn right.. You finna get it again if you keep talking like that," he chuckled.

"GIVE it to me then," she panted.

That's what he did, fucking her raw until he nutted in her again. She could feel him becoming attached, everytime he nutted in her he would seem at peace.

"Go get your birth control," he breathed lying beside her, spent.

"I can't mooove," she chuckled.

"Tell me where it is."

"Dresser drawer, middle on the left."

He pushed her things around until he found it and picked up his jeans from the floor, slipping the pill pack into the pocket before starting to redress.

"He's not coming for another hour. I don't give a damn about him coming or not, I just need you back in this bed."

"Girl! Lay there and breathe. You can't even move," he sighed. "Listen.. Don't break up with him just yet." He nudged her leg with his hand. "I like knowing you're mine and I could have you anytime I want. Do this for me, stay with him.."

"This just makes you hard in the pants," she teased. He grinned in affirmation and as she reached out to touch him,

he reached in his other pocket and handed her a diamond ring. There was no tag or box, it was just loose as if it were an afterthought.

"This can't be for me.. Whose is this," she nearly screamed, her eyes bugged as he walked through the doorway on his way out. It was a little bigger than her finger.

"It was a gift.. to me.. wear it when you're with me." He looked back once, a smirk on his face as she watched him leave the room. She heard the front door open and shut.

The ring was in her jewelry box on the dresser.

"I'm sweating," she muttered rolling her eyes and fanning her shirt. She groaned turning to the doorway as if losing interest.

"Wait..," Marquis called jumping out of the bed to stop her. He placed his hand on her arm, wrapping it in a loose hold. "You're actually upset with me," he asked, genuinely surprised. Kera blinked trying to remember what they'd been talking about.

"Yeah, you still think this is a game. You're smiling right now,' she pointed to his wide-eyed grin and he took the basket from her grasp setting it down.

"I'm not smiling because you're angry, you miss me... it's cute is all," he chuckled.

"TUH! I hope I'm still cute when I throw a frozen pack of chicken legs at that blockhead of yours."

Marquis blinked, his smirk not completely gone. "Look I work a lot, you know this. I kick it with the bruhs, go out for a few drinks. I make time for you because I love you, but I can't be here all the time."

"Did you forget a bitch work a fulltime job too? I got shit I could be doing. I ain't got time to live under ya big ass either, but I still find time to be here and when we are both here, I'm available. I'm always doing something for us," she pointed to the basket.

"And I appreciate that you do so much for us. I can always depend on you holding down the fort."

"That's not even why I'm mad," Kera groaned. "Why you move around so funny? Mr. Mystery, poppin' up and disappearing.."

"You really thinking about this huh," his brow raised.

"If you cheating on me just say it.."

"CHEAT- Baby.. I'm not cheating on you."

"Why you so damn mysterious then? What is the reason? Anytime you can't talk to me on the phone and be the you that you are at home it's because someone else is around."

"Nahh," he frowned shaking his head.

"Yeahh, you act funny," she nodded reaching up to poke him in the forehead.

"If I act funny then I'm not acting, but I'm not cheating on you. I love you, girl. You know that."

Kera sighed, her lips twisting as she tapped her foot.

"Now.. come to the bed.. let me show you a lil something," he smirked backing toward the bed. He took his shirt off and swung it on the floor before jumping back in a dive on the bed. Sliding back to get his back to the headboard, he curled his fingers in a "come here" motion before pulling off his red boxer briefs and tossing them as well.

"You need some lotion on your feet," Kera frowned as Marquis continued to beckon her, even pumping his hips a couple of times in the air.

Kera rolled her eyes watching his slow smile. "FINE." Throwing her arms in relent, she climbed onto the bed and onto his lap settling into his hands which gripped her ass firmly.

"Ride me," he smiled laying back with his arms behind his head. Kera did just that, her knees on either side of him.

"Did you really ju-" she froze.

He covered his mouth. The smell rose up thick. "My bad baby.."

"I'm a throw up," she mumbled lifting off of him.

"Wait keep going," he chuckled holding her waist so that she couldn't leave completely. She smacked his hands off of her, disgusted.

"NO! Marquis. Get off... And you STILL laughing!"

---

"Nigga I'm a hit you in the face," Kera frowned, the phone nudged between her shoulder and chin. She was at her part time job at Ulta for the late shift and Erik was on the phone coughing while swearing up and down that he wasn't laughing.

"I'm not laughing, that's nasty. I'm just-"

"Keep it up," Kera threatened, her voice low.

"Perfect reason to cheat, though. Look, when he leaving again? I'm tryna come over."

"Tonight probably. I heard him on the phone yesterday so he going somewhere."

"His dumb ass.. Bet. Text me when it looks like he's about to leave to give me time to get there."

"Mhm. Love you," she whispered hanging up.

---

"Omg.. Erik," Kera gasped quietly taking a deep breath with her cheek nestled into the pillow." The ring he'd gifted sparkled on her middle finger. She had cum dripping down her leg from when he'd nutted in her. They'd came at the same time. Her arch had dropped as she felt herself coming with Erik still stubbornly inside.

"You're not done. Put that ass in the air higher," Erik swallowed. Kera could feel his dick throb from behind. His voice was low and deep as they both continued to catch their breath, her lotus still squeezing him off and on.

"Marquis never fucks me like this," she stalled feeling a hard smack on her ass.

"Break over, I'm ready. Come on."

She raised her hips higher as he grasped them, her chest flat against the bed, arch deep.

"His pencil dick ass can't fuck, huh?" His dick withdrew slowly bit by bit like a snake sliding through her snug tunnel.

"He can't make me cum," Kera pouted though he couldn't see her face. Erik drove into her causing her to gasp audibly and pulled out a few inches.. slowly as she hummed against her pillow.

"This thick dick right here is the only way my lil slut could ever cum." He thrusted in and Kera's entire body shook.

"Huh..," she spoke sharply, humming in response as she felt his pace quicken. He was fucking her now. She reached her arm back to touch his thigh as he pounded into her.

"Don't touch me." He smacked her hand away causing her to brace herself. The sound of their bodies clapping together was heavy in the air. When she reached to him again, her nails grazing his skin, he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her, never slowing down.

"Don't stop," Kera whispered, on the edge.

"What you say to me?"

"Don't fuckin stop," her breath hitched. Her mouth was an O. Erik could feel her flooding but he didn't stop. When her ass lowered, he followed. He held her hips so that she couldn't go far, then he grabbed the front of her neck, pulling her up, his lips by her ear.

"This how cheating ass bitches get fucked."

"Yesss," she groaned, body caving as he firmly gripped each of her titties in a rough massage, pinching her nipples and slapping them. She whimpered as the feeling zipped through her breasts.

Sliding his grip to the back of her neck, he drove her head back forward into the pillow with her turning her face to the side just before the contact. His dick refilled her as he mounted her, dropping dick with his hand clamped over her nape. He dare not mess up her hair. It was in a nice pixie cut, a style he'd supported her in getting when Marquis had told her not to cut her mid-back length hair. Erik liked the short hair look on women. "You wanna fuck around like a slut, I'm a fuck you like one," he mumbled.

"..Please," she begged weakly, taking it all with no escape.

"Please what?"

She hummed loudly into the pillow, her fingernails scratching at the sheet as she tried to bury the sound. "Pleassse," she repeated.

"Tell me how I'm better than your man."

"Erik," she shrieked in warning. She felt herself about to cum even harder than before.

"Tell me." He paused his stroke and raked his fingers down her back causing her to flinch. "Kinky bitch.. you like this shit too." She couldn't think. To her frustration, he waited until she started talking.

"Please," she pleaded trying to fuck him, but he held her off.

"Uh-uh, you want that trash ass dick or you tryna get this nut? You want daddy to fill you up?"

"Yesss," Kera moaned. "Fill this pussy up with your cum. You're dick is so much bigger than my boyfriend's.. Prettier too." Kera could feel that Erik was getting close very quickly. "You gone cum for me, daddy?"

"I'm a cum IN you, keep talking that good shit," he breathed stroking her deep. She could hear his breathing.

"I'm never gonna let him fuck me again," she moaned feeling his hand reach under her to rub her clit with their mixed fluids. "This your pussy."

"FUCK. Look at that picture sitting up of you and that nigga, smiling. Happy. I bet he'd be pissed if he saw you taking another man's dick. Wouldn't he? He's clueless right now... He can't handle you!"

"FUCK," Kera shouted.

"What would your boyfriend say if he walked in on this shit? His queen getting her pretty wet pussy stretched wide by this fatass dick?"

"Uhhhn," she moaned feeling herself about to snap too. She suddenly didn't want to come just yet. She wanted him to cum first. "He'd fight you.. and you'd win."

"Call him," Erik muttered causing her eyes to go wide. He handed her her cell phone from her nightstand. "NOW."

Finding his name saved, she dialed him and he answered on the third ring.

"Hello? What's up, I'll call you back aight."

"Tell him you getting fucked," Erik whispered in her ear.

"Wait!" Her response was more so to Erik than to Marquis.

"What," Marquis paused.

"Tell him, I'm nutting in his bitch right now," Erik whispered his breath heavy on her ear.

She started to talk, but her eyes crossed, watering when Erik pushed inside her again, deep. She covered her mouth quickly burying the small sound.

"Look I'll be home in like 45 mins. You aight?"

"Mhm," she hummed not trusting herself to talk. Marquis hung up and she allowed herself to make the noises she'd held in.

"Cum," Erik commanded and she could no longer hold it off. "

"I'm a get you pregnant," Erik chuckled darkly as he came filling her up like a twinkie, his balls emptying. "Wonder how long it'll take before he realizes it's another man's baby. You'd like that wouldn't you? My cum dripping out your pussy for the next nine months? Knowing it's my baby and he too dumb to pick it up?"

"Yesss, yesss," Kera moaned. Having emptied himself completely, Erik rolled over next to Kera, holding her close to himself as he rubbed her pussy and her back relaxing her until she fell asleep in his arms. Without much time to waste, he soaked a cloth with soapy water and wiped her down before grabbing her dildo from the drawer and tossing it on the bed. He was out of the apartment just in time to miss Marquis.

When Marquis entered the bedroom, he had one question for Kera.

"Why was the front door unlocked?"

She woke immediately, gauging her surroundings and taking a moment to think.

"I knew you were coming home," she blinked, stretching in the bed.

"You was in here buttnaked masturbating," he said accusingly. "That's why you called me earlier. I'm so sorry I missed it." His eyes roamed her nude body lustfully. "Damn that's a lot of cum! You need some water?" He asked but didn't go get it, approaching her instead. "You need some real dick now," he stated.

"I need to wash these sheets, but I'm tired. Can you wash them?"

"Aight.. how do I..."

"You just put them in the machine with detergent and start it. You think you can handle that?"

"Yeah, I can handle that.." He picked her up and took the wet sheets from the bed before wrapping her up with a small blanket. "Go lay on the couch."

Watching as Marquis took the sheets, she padded her way into the living room to get comfortable on the couch, still leaking.

Marquis started the load in the hall laundry room and leaned against the wall. The hall was empty. He pulled out the engagement ring in his pocket to look at it shine. It was a princess-cut diamond that be knew would look excellent on Kara's manicured finger. He'd been taking weeks to plan the engagement party on his own, talking to a small female orchestra who he wanted to play since he knew she was classy and would appreciate it. He'd paid a pilot to write 'Will you marry me" in the sky for when he took her to the park to propose. He had wine and a bag of lingerie that he hoped would fit her. The pieces were all fitting together.

He called his boy to tell him the news.

"Yo, E.. it's coming together. I'm a propose to Kera tomorrow."

"Oh word? I'll get the crew. We'll all be there. Paris Park right?"

"Right. Text me when you get there."

"Bet."

"Also..," Marquis paused, adjusting his rock hard dick in his pants. "Great, great show tonight..."

"You think we should tell her we filmed it," Erik asked.

"Nah nah... We're the only ones who will ever see it anyway. It just gets my dick so hard watching you fuck my girl like that."

"Well I love fucking OUR girl," Erik corrected.

THE END.

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