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somelondramatic · 1 year

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Panic! At the Gala

Or, snippet where Cucumi has a bit of a breakdown over being in love, and Tefir is there too, also hopelessly in love, and being stupid in another direction

Tonight, Cu was selfishly happy to find Tefir’s lopsided smile hidden beneath a layer of beskar. The armor had never been a barrier to them, only an extension of him; they thought he looked all the part of the warrior he was when he stood next to them, strong arms grasped behind his straightened back and chin held high. His helmet, adorned with a pair of bronze horns, was something they regarded especially with a deep affection, the horns’ points reaching skyward alongside their own montrals. Still, where they would have typically felt something missing in the lack of pointed eye rolls and soft grins, there was a spot of relief. It was far easier to smother their feelings-to pretend they were simply a product of the event, when Cu couldn’t meet Tefir’s gaze.

It was nothing but a sort of misdirected excitement, Cu had convinced themself, merely adrenaline pumping their heart against their sternum with a muted thud.

It was more difficult, though, to ignore how their heart clenched when he was pulled away from them into the grasp of yet another of the city's many benefactors, eager for a dance with one of their own Mandalorian heroes. Cu’s ability to pretend that he was a distant stranger, a man they didn’t care for so fiercely, crumbled as his freshly polished armor flashed under the crystal chandeliers, reminding them of their desperate wish to be the person draped over his arms. They could hardly manage a quick smile as the pair passed, the ache of jealousy twisting in Cu’s gut, their fangs dulled by their fear of losing Tefir.

Their one reprieve was in the shadow of where his eyes should be.

If only they knew he would never look away.

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When Tefir invited them as his plus-one, his grin had lit the entire room. "Everyone else already has their person," He'd said, a whisper of something entering his voice but disappearing swiftly, "I figure we could have some fun- dress up and eat on the elites’ dime, no?" And who were they to say anything but yes, as the pit in their stomach warred with their elation.

He'd lent them a piece of his armor, a bronze vambrace with gold and brown detailing, to aid in their search for a matching outfit. It wasn't lost on them how much trust he so casually bared in the simple gesture; to tuck a piece of him away in their bag and hold it close as they ran their hands over suits and gowns of shifting hues felt almost dangerous, as if it weren’t their place, and yet he had chosen them. It had to have meant something more, even if neither said it aloud.

In the corner of the ballroom now, Cu stood alone in a dress with fabric like liquid metal pooling down their silhouette, and the too big vambrace hugging their forearm, secured with leather straps and delicate chains hanging from their wrist. Perfectly his other half, matched to the thread, but everything between them left unspoken. Cu thought it would hurt less if Tefir had never given them the piece to begin with, or maybe never invited them.

The ferocity of their growing loneliness surprised them. They wanted to pull him against their chest and loop their armored wrist back through his vulnerable arm; they wanted to bare their teeth in a wicked smile at anyone who thought they could take him. In their dream, he would twirl them over the floor, dipping them with that warm laugh he had just for the two of them, and Cu would lift his helmet and press their lips together, tracing his scars and telling him just how beautiful he was, how wanted he was, how he was theirs and they were his.

They wanted, they wanted, they wanted.

So Cu slunk away, when the want took hold too tightly, under Tefir’s unnoticed gaze. The hollow click of their heels as they moved down the empty hallways was the only evidence they left of their escape, his heavy boots soon following hesitantly. The balcony Cu stepped out onto was bathed in a calming moonlight, the imported ivy wrapped around the railing in delicate sections. They traced the patterns beneath their fingertips, shivering against the cold as their panicked breaths slowed. Soon, it was just them and the tear tracks freezing against their cheeks.

Tefir stopped in front of the ornate doors, glaring at his reflection for a moment before focusing outside, where Cu’s form had begun to hunch in on itself, shoulders rounded and lekku twitching in protest of the temperature. They flinched at the sound of the doors opening, but couldn't bring themself to turn, already knowing who would be there. Briefly, they wondered how much of a nuisance they had been to have warranted his finding them, but then he was standing next to them, radiating that welcoming warmth; they became a victim of their desires.

Barely a touch of Tefir’s hand to Cu’s shoulder and he had turned them into his embrace, curling around them protectively. He held them silently, running a gloved hand over their back lek and tucking them under his chin. They heaved out a breath, watching it fog across his chest piece as they prepared to explain themself, when apologies started to spill out of his modulator- unnecessary words of comfort, when they knew he’d done nothing to deserve it.

He couldn’t control their emotions, after all.

Cu almost let go of their self control, then-almost cupped their hands under Tefir’s helmet and thumbed at his jaw until their fingers hardened with callouses. They wanted to ask if the two could pretend for one night that he never had to leave them again, those wealthy assholes just one of so many reminders that Cu was not his but could be. Could they please banish the hurt that coated their ribcage and laid in bed with them every moment he was lightyears away, even once?

Instead, they quietly told him that they were overwhelmed by the crowd; Tefir had nothing to apologize for. They only needed a few moments outside. He stared at them disbelievingly, but didn't argue, his shoulders dropping in mute defeat. Swallowing over a dry throat, he began to sway them together around the balcony, humming a soft lullaby that brought fresh tears to Cu’s eyes.

-----Alternate Ending (non-canon, but I'm a SAP)-----

The gloved hand on Cu's back chased the chill of the night away, its worn fabric catching on their dress and carefully moving instead to bare skin. Gentle circles began to trace their way up and down their spine, and they felt their grip on Tefir's flight suit relax. He always managed to ground them, in everything he did, down to the way he breathed, and even now when he should be-

They buried their face further into his neck and stifled the urge to cry again, frustrated with themself for preening at the attention he gave them, consumed with guilt for taking him away from the gala.

"I'm so sorry," Cu bit out, feebly attempting to push themself away,"Go-go back out there, I'm okay, really, I just need a second."

Tefir frowned at them, hands sliding down to catch theirs hesitantly, thumbing at their knuckles before interlocking their fingers. Cu stared at their joined hands, brow twitching in their effort not to look up at him. Even with the helmet on, they knew he was pouting at them with that Look, the one they were powerless against.

"Cucumi." He sighed softly, "You have to understand by now that I have known you for far too long, for you to think I don't know when you're hiding."

His grip tightened for a moment, then one hand let go. Cu tensed at the sound of the helmet’s face plate unsealing, worrying their lip between their teeth as they heard Tefir clip it to his belt.

"Please?"

Briefly they managed to match his gaze, but the open concern he had on display had them darting away. Mouth open. Shut. Their jaw clenched. Eyes closed.

"I just. I. I don't want to take you away. But it’s so hard to be happy when I know you're going to be gone tomorrow morning." Their voice trembled around their rapidly tightening throat, "And you've spent...so much time not…with me-" They flushed and cut themself off, attempting to restart as they glared out into the garden and willed away the shame coloring their montrals a deep emerald.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know you give me all your time anyways." Cu finally whimpered, "But Tefir.."

"I don't know how many more goodbyes I can take," They croaked, "And I thought we could just. Pretend. For the night. That, you know, you were mine and I...was yours..."

Fresh tears spilled over their cheeks, and they ducked their head to hide their wrinkling chin. At the silence that followed they took a shuddering breath and nodded vacantly, murmuring, "I'll just…gather myself. You get back out there and I'll. Uhm. I'll meet you. I know Orull and Albara are probably pissed-"

"No!" Tefir gasped out.

Cu startled, eyes snapping open to finally meet his. He desperately pulled them closer, bringing a hand up to wrap around their own and hold it to his cheek. Transfixed, they watched him turn to press his lips firmly into their palm, squeezing his eyes shut as he cradled them against himself.

"No. No no no. No more goodbyes then. No pretending needed," He nearly growled, the crease between his brows deepening, "We will figure something out, I swear it. I would never want you to feel…I was just so…”

Words failing him, he looked up at them, irises blazing as he took a shaky breath.

"I am so, so sorry, Sunshine. I have always been yours."

Shock kept Cu frozen for a beat, and then they were surging forward, ripping their hand away to throw it around his neck. A nervous, but giddy laugh bubbled into their voice, filling the tiny space left between the two as Cu hovered close enough to feel Tefir's pulse jump anxiously.

"Promise...?" They whispered, smiling hard at the feeling of his hands cupping their jaw.

"Promise."

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #notsomeloncholy #cucumi #tefir #when you're so convinced loving someone will ruin your friendship #but they love you just as much #good bye #they're idiots your honor

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mintaka14 · 2 years

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This has been a while in the writing. I hope you enjoy it anyway. This is my And They Were Roommates! Lukanette Miraculous AU, and many thanks are due to the LBSC Enablers for all their help, support and encouragement.

Living Arrangements

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

Chapter 3 – Popcorn and Pain Pavé

I'm a sucker for you, yeah Say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

[Sucker: The Jonas Brothers]

“Okay, girl, spill,” Alya demanded as soon as she dropped into the seat opposite Marinette. “I haven’t heard from you all week, other than that one text you sent the other night, and I need to know what’s going on with you. How are things settling in at the new place? How’s your housemate?”

The exaggerated leer that Alya sent her was not subtle, and Marinette couldn’t help laughing.

“Juleka’s great,” she said, wilfully misunderstanding, and Alya rolled her eyes.

“You know who I mean. Nino is losing his mind that he met Luke Stone.”

Marinette sat up straighter in alarm. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

“Of course not,” Alya said dismissively, but Marinette wasn’t entirely reassured. “So what’s it like, living with a rock star? You’re not letting him walk all over you, are you? Just because he’s had people to do stuff for him doesn’t mean you have to let him get away with that now.”

Marinette almost laughed at that, thinking of Luka tugging the dishes out of her hands and shooing her out of the kitchen before she could start cleaning, and listening to him singing over the noise of the vacuum cleaner as he pushed it around the living room. She was getting used to hearing him humming or singing softly as he moved around the apartment, and the sound of his guitar was something she was starting to listen for. It was never his own songs, though. He’d touched on the reasons for leaving Jagged and coming back to Paris fairly lightly when he’d talked about it, but she had the strong feeling that the damage that had brought him home went a little deeper than temporary writer’s block.

“I promise, he’s not taking advantage of me,” she reassured her friend, but Alya didn’t look convinced.

“Because I know you, and you can never say no to people.”

“Honestly, I haven’t even been at home much.” She wasn’t going to tell even Alya about the handful of late night conversations with Luka, when they were the only ones still up and working. Over the past week, since they’d moved in, she’d ended up with her sketchbook on the couch more than a few times, while Luka tinkered with his guitar. “I’ve had so much work for class this week –“

“Oh, I know what you mean,” Alya sighed. “That editing essay has been kicking my ass this week. I shouldn’t even be here, really, but I just had to get a few minutes with my bestie before I have to go hand it in. We really need to catch up properly soon.”

“Why don’t you come round tonight, if your essay’s done?” Marinette offered. “We’re doing popcorn and movies.”

But Alya was already shaking her head as she downed the last mouthful of her coffee.

“I don’t want to cut in on your movie date with Luka,” she teased, and then before Marinette could protest that it wasn’t a date, she added, “and anyway, I’m catching up with L … with an old friend for dinner. But soon. I’ll message you.”

Marinette noticed the odd stumble, and wondered briefly which friend Alya was meeting, but before she could ask, Alya had engulfed her in a hug and then released her before she swept out the door.

~~~~~

“I wish I could say that Alya wouldn’t say anything, but I have a bad feeling that she already has,” Marinette sighed, and Luka shrugged as he leaned against the kitchen wall. He was watching Marinette shake the pan over the stove with a practised hand and listening to the tinny pang of the popcorn hitting the lid. The sounds made a counterpoint to an earworm that had been teasing him for a few days now, but it remained a frustrating mess when he tried to pin it down. Music was still playing coy with him, and he shoved it aside to focus on the moment. It was a pretty good moment to be in, with the warm smell of popcorn filling the air, and Marinette smiling at him as she spun around to grab something off the shelf beside him before she turned back to the stove.

“I’m choosing the movie,” Juleka called out from the living room.

“Oh, hell, no!” Luka yelled back. “You are not subjecting us to one of your slasher fests.”

“Since when do you have a problem with my movies?”

“Since always, but I let you get away with it because I’m a good big brother.” Juleka made a rude noise at that. “But Marinette shouldn’t have to –“

“Marinette, huh?” Juleka cut him off suggestively, and Luka leaned around the edge of the kitchen to frown his sister down.

“I don’t mind,” Marinette said pacifically, glancing up from the pan she was watching.

“Suck it, Luka!” Juleka’s voice said.

The popping the pan had died down, and Marinette turned off the stove, tipping everything into the waiting bowl with some melted butter, giving it a quick shake of salt and … was that sugared cinnamon? He leaned over to steal a fluffy kernel.

“I’m happy to watch anything,” Marinette said.

“You may live to regret that. My sister’s a bloodthirsty beast,” Luka told her, but he gave in and followed her into the living room, folding himself onto the couch between Marinette and Juleka with the bowl of popcorn.

His first hint that Marinette wasn’t as sanguine about it as she was trying to pretend was when the first splatter of blood hit the screen and he felt her flinch. For once, he found himself too distracted to be revolted by the grisly action as Marinette edged closer into his side. On the screen, there was running, and screaming, and the sound of a chainsaw. Marinette gave a convulsive shudder, and in the darkness, Luka glanced her way.

He stood up.

“I’m going to make hot chocolate. Want to help?” he asked, and Marinette was on her feet and following him into the kitchen before the blanket had hit the floor. Juleka snatched it up and pulled it around herself without looking away from the screen as the chainsaw revved again.

“I don’t know how anyone can watch this stuff,” Marinette said softly as soon as they were safely in the warm light of the kitchen. She leaned against the counter while Luka pulled mugs out of the cupboard.

“I usually focus on the technical side of the score, and keep my hands over my face for the really bad bits,” he admitted.

“Bunch of wusses,” Juleka yelled from the living room, and Marinette giggled.

“Is the scary part over yet?” Luka called back.

“Yes –“ There was a heart-rending scream. “- wait, no.”

Luka sighed, and scooped cocoa and sugar into a small saucepan, but Marinette moved to take over when he sloshed milk in as well.

“You don’t want to put all of that in at once,” she scolded, and he grinned at her, stepping back. “It’s going to go all lumpy unless you make it into a paste first.”

Luka leaned back against the cupboards beside her while she worked. He flicked a quick glance at the living room.

“You do know we outnumber her,” he said speculatively, and they both turned to eye the bundle of dark hair and blanket on the couch.

“I can hear you, you know,” the blanket growled back at them. “And I know where you both live.”

When they finally gave in and returned to the couch, Marinette spent the rest of the movie hiding behind Luka’s shoulder, and Luka spent the rest of the movie distracted by the feel of her hand clutching at his shirt and her warm breath soaking through the fabric when she pressed her face against him. He must have finished the hot chocolate at some point, because there was an empty mug on the table beside him, but he had no clear recollection of actually drinking it.

When the movie finally finished, though, and Juleka reached for the next gory extravaganza in her collection, Luka moved quickly to cut his sister off.

“Oh no, you don’t. You picked the last one, so it’s our turn now.”

Marinette, he noticed, didn’t offer to watch Juleka’s choice again.

“Any preferences?” he asked her.

“I have Armageddon,” Marinette suggested tentatively. She pulled out the box where she kept the small handful of favourite dvds that she’d hung onto, and she passed it to Luka. As he flipped through the dvd covers to find it, Juleka sat up and threw back the blankets.

“You’re kidding, right? How are you okay with the end of the world and a body count, but you can’t cope with a bit of a scare?”

“There were body parts, Juleka!” Marinette fired back, as Luka loaded the dvd into the player. “There was blood all over the camera lens!”

“And Armageddon has Ben Affleck!”

“We just sat through your chainsaw slasher fest, and you can’t handle a little Affleck? Wuss,” Luka teased, and Marinette smothered a giggle that became a breathy sigh.

“How can you not love Liv Tyler and Ben Affleck. And then when he sings to her –“

“Oh my god,” Juleka said. “Marinette, are those tears?”

She glanced at Luka in horror, but he just shrugged.

“You can’t argue with that soundtrack.”

Juleka glared at both of them. “A pair of freaks, the both of you. You deserve each other. You drive me crazy, and I hope you’re both happy. I’m going to go call Rose.”

And she stomped out of the room. Marinette’s smile faded, but Luka just rolled his eyes, completely unimpressed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told her. “Jules has always been a drama queen. I’m going to get some more popcorn. Did you want some?”

~~~~~

“So-o-o-“ Rose said, drawing out the word on the other side of the screen. “How’s everything going with the new apartment?”

Her brother and Marinette were still downstairs, watching… Affleck. She could hear the muffled sound of their voices. Juleka had had more than a couple of nights when she’d gone down for something in the wee small hours, only to find them both still up and talking, with whatever they were meant to be working on forgotten.

“Honestly, Ro, I’m living in the middle of a romcom hell,” Juleka complained and slumped down into her desk chair. “My idiot brother’s already smitten, and, judging from the way Marinette keeps blanking out, she’s well on her way too.”

“Is that a bad thing? I think it’s sweet,” Rose insisted. “Luka’s been single for a while, hasn’t he?”

“If there’s been anyone, he hasn’t told me about it,” Juleka said.

“And we both know that Marinette hasn’t exactly had much luck in the love department, in spite of Alya’s matchmaking. Ooh, this is exciting! Have either of them said anything yet?”

Juleka reached for her digital camera as she was talking to Rose, and idly scrolled through the test shots she’d taken that day. The one that she’d taken in one of the side streets near the Palais Garnier, angled up between the buildings, had turned out particularly well.

“Are you kidding? Marinette’ll never say anything until she’s overthought everything and tied herself in knots about it, and Luka… actually, I don’t know what’s up with that dumbass. He used to be more likely to blow it by coming on too strong than by staying silent. Anyone but Mari would have figured out by now that he’s into her, though.”

At the other end of their video call, Rose had her hands clasped under her chin, and she was beaming. “Maybe he’s taking it slow, and trying to give her a chance to get to know him first. Oh, but that’s so sweet! I think they’d be good together.”

“You’re not the one who has to sit through Armageddon because they teamed up against me,” Juleka grumbled, but without much heat, as she kept flicking through the photos. Rose made a face at her.

“It’s not like you’re actually watching Armageddon, though, is it?”

Juleka frowned at the last frame. Somehow, she’d ended up with a blurry shot of something that looked like a thumbprint, or a furry blob, but she could make out bits of her room in the background.

“Jules? Are you still there?” Rose asked.

“Yeah,” she responded, still frowning. She was pretty sure she hadn’t put her thumb over the lens when she’d picked up the camera, let alone taken an accidental photo. She held up the camera to Rose. “Does that look like ears to you?”

“It looks like a blur to me, but that might just be the screen angle. What’s its supposed to be?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be anything.”

“You need to get some sleep, love, if you’ve started taking out of focus photos of your desk,” Rose said fondly, “and I have classes early tomorrow. Go, sleep,” she said, making a shooing gesture at the screen. “Dream of me.”

Juleka caught the exuberant kiss that her girlfriend blew her, and she was still smiling as she shut her laptop down, but the smile faded as she glanced down at the camera again.

“Weird,” she muttered, and put it aside to get ready for bed.

~~~~~

The next morning, Marinette watched Luka stagger into the kitchen looking particularly (adorably) dishevelled and bleary. He’d made it as far as getting dressed, but his shirt looked like it had been slept in, and his much-loved hoodie was looking the worse for wear.

“Rough night?” Marinette asked sympathetically, while Luka pulled out two mugs and stared blankly at the kettle as if he was trying to figure out how it worked.

“Weird dreams,” he said eventually. “I think that slasher movie must have got to me. I was dreaming that something was watching me, and when I opened my eyes there was a snake right in my face, staring at me … just … hovering in the air.”

Luka missed Marinette’s horrified face as he opened the fridge.

“What was really weird was, it had arms … more like these little flippers. And it was laughing. Can snakes laugh?”

“Sass,” Marinette muttered darkly. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Sorry?” Luka said, straightening with the milk in his hands, and he sniffed the open bottle. He held it out to her. “Does this smell alright to you?”

“It’s fine.”

“It was just one of those dreams where it feels like you’re awake. So I don’t feel like I slept much last night. Do you want coffee?” he asked, reaching for the kettle as it began to whistle.

“The stronger the better,” she sighed, and then jumped as Luka’s phone buzzed on the counter beside her. It buzzed again, and he ignored it.

By the time they’d both finished their coffee and lingered over breakfast together, Luka was looking a little more awake, and Marinette asked, “Are you heading to the Conservatoire today?”

“I’ve got a meeting with my supervisor this morning.”

“I’ll walk down with you when you’re ready. I’m heading out anyway.”

“I don’t want to hold you up. I can’t go anywhere until I find my manuscript notebook. I could have sworn I put it next to my bed last night…”

Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette saw a flash of teal scales, and when she turned, she could see Luka’s notebook lying askew on the coffee table in the living room.

“Is that it?” she asked, and Luka glanced in the direction she was pointing, at the notebook that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“Huh.”

Marinette waited tensely for him to say something more, but he scooped it up and gave her that sweet, easy smile of his.

“I guess I’m ready to go whenever you are,” he said.

“I just have to grab my shoes.” She pushed herself upright, and headed for her bedroom, adding savagely under her breath as soon as she was out of earshot, “Snakeskin shoes.”

In her room, Sass glanced up from the windowsill where he was coiled as if he’d never left. Marinette wasn’t buying the innocent act. Various pairs of eyes were watching with interest from hidden corners of her bedroom, but none of the other kwamis came out to get involved.

“Isss everything alright, Marinette? You ssseem disssturbed.”

“You were supposed to be the responsible one,” she sighed despairingly. “Luka saw you, although so far he just thinks you were a weird dream. That’s not going to work for long if you keep moving his things around, though.”

“He isss an interesssting young man.” There was a flash of fangs as Sass gave her a toothy grin. “I know you think ssso, too, Missstresss.”

Marinette could feel a warm flush creeping up her face, but she took a breath and said as calmly as she could manage, “Which is why I don’t want to have to move out. I like Luka and Juleka, and I like this apartment, but we’re going to run out of places to live if you can’t keep out of sight.”

“My apologiesss. I will be more circumssspect in future.”

Luka was waiting for her when she came out of her bedroom, his bag and guitar slung casually across one shoulder and his phone in his hand. They’d just reached the first landing down when Luka’s phone buzzed insistently, and he must have caught her curious look as he shut it down and shoved it into his pocket, because he gave her a half-smile, and said, “No one I want to talk to would call at this time of the morning.”

“But what if it’s an emergency?”

“It isn’t,” he said with such uncharacteristic finality that she didn’t say anything further about it. After a moment, he asked, almost apologetically, “Did you want anything in particular for dinner tonight? I think it’s my turn to cook.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure I’ll be home, so don’t worry about saving anything for me.”

“It’s my cooking, isn’t it?” he said mournfully. Marinette glanced up, a horrified apology on her lips, to find him watching her with a teasing light in his blue eyes. She pouted. “What if I promise to not burn it this time?”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she sniffed, and he laughed. “Alya’s trying to talk me into going to Nino’s gig with her, and if I go, we’ll probably pick up something on the way.”

“Do you want to go?” he asked curiously.

“If Alya’s decided we’re going, I’m not sure I get a choice,” Marinette said lightly. “She thinks I need to get out more. She’s probably right.”

“I get the impression that she’s a force to be reckoned with.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Marinette giggled. “Alya doesn’t let anything stand in her way. Most of the time, I’m too busy overthinking everything, but Alya just charges in. Right or wrong, she’s never uncertain. I kind of envy that.”

Luka was regarding her thoughtfully, but it was hard to tell what was going on in his head.

“You have your own brand of confidence,” he said. “You couldn’t have done half of what you’ve done without it.”

“Maybe, but some of that I owe to Alya,” she told him, and when he raised a questioning eyebrow, she said, “You’ve heard of Chloe Bourgeois? The Mayor’s daughter?”

The face Luka made suggested that yes, he knew about her, even if he wasn’t sure where Marinette was going with this. There had been a time when the Mayor’s daughter’s antics had made international news, and presumably Juleka had filled him in on some of the lesser known dramas.

“Well, I was at school with Chloe, and her favourite target, for years, and she used to walk all over me, until Alya ended up in our class and made friends with me. Alya was the reason I figured out how to stand up for myself more.” She dropped her gaze to focus on the steps going down. “She’s been there for me through some pretty tough times.”

“She sounds like a good friend to have in your corner,” Luka said gently.

“She is. She’s just… hard to say no to, sometimes.”

They’d reached the ground floor of their building, and Luka held the front door open for her. As they stepped down to the pavement, Luka gave her a friendly smile and a farewell, and turned to walk in the direction that would take him to the Conservatoire. Marinette’s metro station lay the opposite way.

“Luka!” Marinette called after him as he reached the curb, and he pivoted to give her a questioning look. “I have to stop by Maman and Papa’s this afternoon. Did you want me to pick up anything for you?”

“Some more of those pain pavés that you brought home last time, please,” he called back, bringing his palms together as he gave her a imploring look that melted into a grin that was downright unfair.

She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way her heart was suddenly racing. “Fine. Nothing else?”

He shook his head, walking backwards now so that he was still facing her.

“Then I’ll see you tonight.”

His grin grew wider, and he flipped her a little wave before he spun around and strode away. Marinette only realised that she was standing in the middle of the path, still staring after him, when he disappeared around the corner and someone hurrying past bumped her shoulder with an absent apology. Marinette shook herself out of her funk, and ran for the metro.

Luka was already home when she got back that evening, and he was puttering around the kitchen, making something that seemed to involve a lot of eggs and a rich smell of marjoram. He was singing something under his breath, but he broke off as she came into the kitchen, and turned to give her a smile.

“There’s plenty of frittata, if you change your mind about dinner,” he told her. “Assuming I don’t burn anything this time.” He glanced back at the pan. “Although it’s looking a bit more scrambled than frittata now. I tried to flip it instead of putting it under the grill, and it didn’t work out.”

She laughed, and dropped the paper bag full of pavés in front of him. “Well, if it doesn’t work out, Papa sent these home for you, so you won’t starve. Although I don’t understand why you’re not sick of them yet,” she teased. “Papa keeps giving me enough to feed an army.”

“As long as he’s happy to send them my way, I’m happy to keep eating them. It’s one of the things I missed most while I was travelling.”

“I’m pretty sure they must have had bread in the countries that you’ve travelled to.”

“Not like proper French bread. And your dad’s bread is the best.” He bit into one of them, and made a sound that sent a flush of heat through her.

“It’s just bread,” she said a little breathlessly, and turned away to cover her reaction a bit too quickly, catching herself hard on the corner of the bench.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she squeaked, and retreated before she could embarrass herself any further.

~~~~~

He honestly hadn’t realised his eyes had followed Marinette as she stumbled out of the kitchen, surreptitiously rubbing her hip where she’d smacked it against the benchtop, until Juleka came in.

“Something’s burning,” his sister pointed out acidly, and he jolted, turning back to the smoking eggs with a muttered curse.

“You are such an embarrassment,” Juleka told him, and Luka raised an eyebrow.

“What have I done now?”

“When are you going to put us all out of our misery and say something to her?”

Luka paused as he was lifting the pan of eggs off the stove, and pointed the wooden turner in his other hand at his sister. “Don’t you dare say anything to make things awkward for Marinette.”

“That’s not a denial.”

He ignored her as he tipped the remains of the frittata onto a plate and surveyed it critically. He decided that it was probably still edible.

“Did you want some?” he asked his sister, but she just rolled her eyes at him and walked away without dignifying his question with an answer, leaving Luka to finish dinner by himself and then retreat to the couch with his guitar.

Even through his best headphones and the aggressive metal arrangement that he’d been working on for his comparative music history class, Luka could hear when Alya arrived. He tugged down his headphones just as Marinette giggled at something Alya said, and he nodded a cordial greeting in Alya’s direction.

“Going out?” he asked Marinette the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement.

“I’m dragging Marinette out with me before she ends up permanently welded to that sewing machine,” Alya said. She gave him a contemplative look that left him feeling a little wary. “You should come too.”

“I wish I could, but I’ve got work to do,” he told her.

Her gaze fell on the guitar in his hands. “On a new album? You have to play it for us sometime.”

“Nothing that interesting,” he said neutrally. “Just coursework, I’m afraid.”

Marinette met his eyes, her own wide with a silent apology, as she grabbed Alya’s arm. He gave her a half-smile in return, but all he said was, “Don’t forget your keys.”

“What’s the hurry?” Alya was complaining, but Marinette was busy looking for her keys in the bowl by the stairs. “We’ve got plenty of time before Nino’s on, and I wanted to ask–“

“But I’m starving,” Marinette insisted, stuffing her keys into her handbag. “We could go get something before we head for the club – you know the food there is awful, and really overpriced.”

“Have fun,” Luka said. Marinette fluttered a wave at him as she steered Alya out the door.

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“What did you drag us away for? I would have thought you’d want Luka to come too,” Alya said, nudging her in the side with one elbow as they reached the bar.

“He was busy,” Marinette tried to deflect, but Alya just smirked at her.

“Speaking of, you haven’t told me yet. How busy did he get last night for your movie date?”

Marinette wrinkled her nose at Alya’s question.

“It wasn’t a date, not even close. Juleka was there too.”

Marinette didn’t mention that Juleka had left them to it before the second movie had even started. After all, it wasn’t as if anything even vaguely romantic had happened. Luka had been a perfect gentleman, keeping to his own end of the couch once they were alone, with the bowl of popcorn standing chaperone between them.

Alya flagged down the bartender, but Marinette shook her head before she could order a second kir cocktail.

“Just a grenadine and water for me. I’ve got a really early start tomorrow, and I still have work to do tonight.”

“Party pooper,” Alya rolled her eyes, but she waved Marinette away when she reached for her purse. “I’ve got it. You got the last round.”

She waited until the bartender slid their drinks in front of them, and then levelled that investigative look at her that Marinette was all too familiar with.

“Why did he really quit touring with Jagged?”

“To do his masters degree, you know that.” Under Alya’s measuring gaze, Marinette was feeling overly conscious of the way her face was reacting. She smiled a bit too brightly, and then took a sip of her drink to cover it.

“It just seems kind of strange, that’s all. I mean, here’s the hottest rockstar on the planet, son of Jagged Stone, all the rumours say he’s moving to a solo career and he wins just about every award going for his first album, and then he just drops everything without warning? Someone I was talking to in the industry said that nine times out of ten when that happens, it’s because they’re in rehab or something.”

“But you know that’s not true,” Marinette said incredulously, and Alya made a vague, dismissive gesture with her glass.

“Maybe, but something doesn’t add up.”

Marinette bit her lip, and considered explaining the story behind Luka’s return to Paris, but it wasn’t her story to tell. Much as she loved Alya, if there was one thing she’d learned from six years of friendship it was that Alya would pick and choose which confidences she felt bound by, particularly when she scented a juicy scoop.

“I think you know more than you’re telling me,” Alya insisted.

“He’s just home to study, and because he misses his family.”

“Hmm.” Alya made a sceptical sound. She opened her mouth again, and Marinette was deeply grateful for the sudden squeal of the speakers, and Nino’s voice booming out through the club. By the time they could hear themselves think again, Alya seemed to have dropped the questions for the time being, and had moved on to an entertaining recount of the latest gossip from her journalism classes. Marinette knew Alya better than to think that she would forget about it entirely, but she was grateful for the reprieve, and for the next few hours she focused on the music and the heavy beat that made any sort of interrogation impossible.

~~~~~

“How was Nino’s show last night?” Luka asked, and Marinette blinked up at him. Obviously the coffee hadn’t kicked in yet, and he’d watched her try to put her shoe on the wrong foot twice before it had occurred to her why it wasn’t working.

“It was great. Nino’s always good at what he does, and it’s always a fun night when Alya’s in the mood.” She glanced up at him, and he was caught by her big blue eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry about all that interrogation, though.”

“Not your fault,” he told her.

She still looked guilty about it. “Alya just doesn’t know when to back off sometimes.”

“Believe me, I’ve dealt with worse. I’m a big boy. I can look after myself,” he reassured her.

He caught her gently as she stumbled on the turn of the staircase, and set her upright again. Her hand stayed on his arm for a moment, brushing over his sleeve and lingering on the unravelling edge of a hole in the fabric in a very distracting way.

As she pulled her hand back, she said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you wear anything but that hoodie since we moved in.”

He glanced down at the thread-worn garment.

“It’s my favourite.” He turned up the fraying cuff so she could see the little bat embroidered unevenly on the underside. “Jules gave it to me when I left with Jagged the first time, so I wouldn’t forget her.”

“As if you would,” Marinette said. “I think I taught her that stitch. I remember her asking how to sew it.”

Luka smiled down at her as he tugged the cuff back into place. “Then it’s doubly special to me.”

His smile turned a little mournful as he regarded the growing holes in the hoodie, and the way the fabric was separating from the binding.

“I don’t think it’s going to last much longer, though.”

“Hmm,” Marinette agreed absently, and she changed the subject as they reached the ground floor. “How are you finding things at the Conservatoire, after living the rockstar lifestyle all these years?”

Luka grinned back at her. “It’s fine. A bit of a challenge, but not too bad. Penny made sure I didn’t go too far off the rails while I was with Jagged, so it’s just getting used to a different way of doing things. Although my supervisor wants to start talking plans for my dissertation research today, which is a bit terrifying.”

Luka only realised that he was heading in the wrong direction when the entrance to the metro came within sight. He’d been so caught up in Marinette and the way her expression shifted with every emotion as she talked, that he just kept walking at her side, listening to her and laughing at her impression of one of her professors.

He found his footsteps slowing as they drew closer to the metro. Marinette glanced up at him.

“Good luck with your supervisor today. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said, offering him a sympathetic smile. “I guess I’ll see you at home later.”

“See you then.”

As she moved down the first step, Luka pivoted back.

“Marinette?”

She paused at the sound of his voice, her hand still on the railing, and glanced back at him.

“What time are you heading home? Maybe I can meet you here and we can walk home together. If you want.”

Her face lit up. “I’ll be here around six.”

With one last beaming look in his direction, she turned and hurried down into the station, and Luka spun around to walk back the way they’d come, past their apartment, towards the Conservatoire.

He had to skip out of his last seminar for the day a little early in order to make it to Marinette’s station in time to meet her, but it was worth it when he saw her face break out in a smile as she caught sight of him. He pushed away from the lamppost he’d been leaning against and tugged out the earbuds he’d been listening to. He couldn’t, for the life of him, have suppressed his answering smile if he’d tried.

“Hey there,” he said.

“Hey yourself.” She fell into step beside him.

As Luka opened the apartment door and stood back to let Marinette in, Juleka glanced up from where she was sprawled on the couch, a book in her hands. Her eyes shifted from Luka to Marinette and back again.

“We met up at the station on the way home,” Luka said, avoiding his sister’s gaze. Juleka waited until Marinette had gone to her room before she raised a cynical eyebrow at her brother.

“You do know,” she said flatly, “that I know the Conservatoire is in the complete opposite direction to the Institut, right? And that you walk there?”

Luka could feel his face heating up. “It’s your turn to cook tonight,” he told her, completely avoiding the question.

#lukanette #pro lukamari #Living Arrangements #and they were roommates #you're not fooling anyone Luka #they're idiots your honor

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frozen planet #2 + a new look for the interlude years. bc obvs the most important part of companion au would be the many hours i would waste on pixel dress up. bc that’s what i already do with him as the mc xD

anyway, insert joke about cee & oli meeting and bonding on frozen planets somewhere here, what a wonderful honeymoon going back to their frozen planet roots [cee trying to scrap with him teasing her about this fails bc he can just bear hug her to his chest, he can do this when he’s half a foot+ taller than her]

it’s freezing to go alone, take this, etc etc!!! [drops my boy in your inventory]

#swtor #swtor screenshots #vs: king and lionheart [smuggler!tyr]#tbf to ilum it has much cooler skies #not seen is the shitpost thought that followed which is #cee being like 'nah i could take' and oli's like 'in a fight?' and they just stare for a minute #'in a fight right?' 'wouldn't you like to know spyboy'#your honor they are idiots when they're together and also they're so in love #how they're simultaneously 2 total disasters but also utterly important to each other's healing from their pasts is. very important to me #'dot you're doing it again you're putting oc lore in the tags go to bed' yea yea i know shush

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multicolorcrcd-fclinc · 2 years

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" THIS IS ALL A MISUNDERSTANDIN', I TELLIN' Y'ALL RIGHT NOW! A M I S U N D E R S T A N D I N'!!! THERE IS NOTHIN' BETWEEN ME & KNUX, OKAY?!?!? " is Anna telling the truth? Maybe not. Is she In Denial? Probably. Is she ever gonna admit that? Oh, Definitely Not.

#( ic // doctor to the rescue! )#( dash commentary. )#( Anna pls...you're fooling nobody but yourself here )#( they're idiots in love your honor )

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imagine a dashboard for alligators. what do you think that would look like

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🍏gatoridae Follow

Controversial opinion. If you're doing nothing but eating meat, what are you even doing. Remember to include bugs, fruits, and legumes into your diet in order to help aid digestion of the meat that you get from snakes, fish, and mammals.

Just because we have the reputation for eating lots of meat, that doesn't mean we have to stick to it.

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counterpoint: fuit yucky

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wdym reputation of eating meat. i float lik ea log thats what im known for

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asked dad if i could go and steal some Floridian guy's lunch and he said "we have prey at home" girl we have been doing shit ALL DAY i am an awesome 600 pounds and I need some meat left on me to deathroll with. let me get a quick snack that i don't need to kill mmmmmmm burgers I want people food soooooo badddd....... i know they shouldn't feed it to me but I have such a lovely smile oh please oh please give me your burger.........

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mom says it was cold the season she laid me so i have to be a girl. because girls are always born from eggs laid during cold seasons.

cope and seethe mother first of all, second of all, the reason i am transgender is because you kept me too fucking snuggly warm in the nest.

#i guess if you wanted a daughter you should have. idk. made a shittier nest? #thats not really my fault man

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You'll never guess how I just learned that we have the honor of being the "loudest reptiles in the world"

🫑teethem Follow

Yeah yeah, the 90 decibel mating bellow, we've all heard it.

🤢ch0mper Follow

we've all heard the what

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🩲gaytorrr Follow

this guy asked if i wanted to see his gator hole and i said fuck yes. why this boy take me into a 65 foot long hole in the mud at the bottom of the lake

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✨Remember to take it easy sometimes!✨We thrive in slow-moving waters!✨Even though we can run fast, we get tired fast too-- it's okay to let yourself take breaks!✨Let yourself relax, that's how we made it this far as a species.

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Yeah, imagine telling your prehistoric great great great great great great great great great great grandpa or something to calm down and relax when he should be doing nothing but deathrolls. the longevity of the species should be your only goal. It's irresponsible to encourage your fucking species to fall behind even more than it already has? Have some pride, you're not a crocodile.

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jesus christ calm down

alidile-crocogator-deactvated20140709

Okay, this post has a lot of misconceptions in it. There aren't as many differences between crocodiles and alligators than you think. It's really harmful to think that we have nothing in common with each other. So what if they're carnivores and we're closer to omnivores, or their snouts are more U shaped while ours are V shaped. We're both badass miracles of nature that have no reason to be pit against one another all the time.

Don't listen to guys like this. It's just hateful and small-minded.

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crocs are like. like them shoes that float right

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i wish i was a crocodile because i could have a virgin birth and i wanted to see what it would be like to eat an immaculate conception.

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welcome to the no notes gator/croc discourse post.

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omg this is the post.... i can't believe i would see this naturally on my dash

🎍taildraggers Follow

Uh are we just going to ignore the virgin birth reply orrrrrrrrr

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gator heritage post

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howw ws i nbevyrboy tyopingssaog oo vd wi hhrth rh thrre cl alawas ?>>

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lmao this idiot never learned how to use their tail to type

#/j lol yeah its kind of hard at first #actually i'd say cut your losses and forget how to type bring the laptop back to the dumpster its not worth it

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am i fucking stupid. i just learned theres another species of alligator other than just me and the guys in my swamp. and i said "oh wow I didn't know that! which one of the two are we haha" and my buddy just stared at me like I was a fucking idiot. how am i supposed to know if no one ever tells me this . WHICH AM I

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there are only 70-80 mature chinese gators in existence while there are 750,00-1 million mature american gators . do the math.

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i could have just hatched you don't know me.

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🍀gatortears Follow

a group of queer gators in church call that a congregaytion

#reblogging this one bc none of you appreciate me

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I'm seeing the no notes gator/croc post circulate again and ha ha yes it's very funny, but we are NOT starting gator/croc discourse in 2024. lets leave that shit in the past. i know that's not what the post really ended up being about but i am soooooo sick of it.

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okay, so the one with a fetish for getting turned into handbags is gonna talk down to us now.

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Not to be a pedant but its Shoes Actually. It even says so in the name. Shoes.

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#this post was all an excuse to tell you alligator fun facts #i fucking got you dude. i got you

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miaclemeverett · 2 years

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Summary of Dream's livestream with Techno's father if people can't or are unable watch:

youtube

Most importantly, please support Techno's family and the Sarcoma Foundation by buying merch here: (You can also donate directly to the Sarcoma Foundation here)

Dream is streaming with Techno's father & staying with the family

Techno's father met Skeppy, for the Sarcoma Foundation Gala he asked for Skeppy's favorite video with Techno and Skeppy said it was the "skeppy tries to troll me but i troll him first" video

Techno's father has been intentionally pulling up memories and stories of Techno's whole life which was "a speedrun" and full of joy and happiness, rather than just focusing on the last week

When Techno and his younger sister were diaper age, she fell down the final 2 steps of the staircase (completely fine) and while their father was trying to explain to their mother what happened, Techno walked in and said "baby fall down CRASH"

The first message that Dream sent to Techno was trying to Trojan horse his way into Minecraft Monday by playing with Techno. Techno's reply was "maybe next time" and Techno kicked his ass in Dream's first MCM. Sapnap thought Techno was overhyped but then Sapnap watched the next Techno MCM and changed his mind

Techno's father didn't really watch or understand Minecraft, he watched Techno 1v1 tons of people without losing any hearts and asked him "Do the other players even know you're there?"

Techno vs. Dream $100k duel: Techno's father never saw him stress about anything in his career except for the duel. Techno's father was competitive on Techno's behalf like "who is this green smiling man gaining subscribers faster than my boy?!" Techno texted his dad as soon as he knew it was at least a tie and he couldn't lose.

Dream saw Techno release "death merch" and thought that was the coolest, most Technoblade thing he had ever seen

Techno's entire family loved the "no one took the news harder than my health provider. they're the real victim" joke

Dream did an elbow reveal in honor of Techno

Techno's father made a joke to Dream about getting ready to do his (Techno's father's) own face reveal

Techno's father made this joke: "This video today is sponsored by cancer, without which this video would not have happened" and Dream called him an idiot

Techno's father thinks Techno would have done a proper face reveal. There were a couple of months where doctors were saying the next step would be to amputate his entire arm and shoulder. Techno joked that it was going to be the most epic elbow reveal ever and that they'd "traumatize millions." Techno's father was as positive as he could be without being fake and he got Techno a present ahead of the surgery (which never ended up happening), a 1st edition printing of Hemingway's "A Farewell To Arms."

Dream and Techno teaming in MCC: This is when they really started becoming friends, before that they had been more rivals/frenemies. Techno also never said or joked about giving Dream his first MCC win.

Techno was whitelisted for way longer before he actually joined the server, back when it was just a few people (Tommy might have asked him to whitelist Techno).

Techno had a Minecraft account called "Whitelisted" when he didn't want to be recognized, just to make the joke "You can't do this if you're not whitelisted"

Techno's dad has GOTTA tell dad jokes

When Techno was young, he would always talk to his dad about being a gaming Youtuber and Techno's father would tell him "no one would want to watch someone else play a video game" lmao

When Techno was young and he'd be building for hours in Roblox and they'd have a power failure, Techno would complain to his dad about all of his work being wasted and Techno's dad would say "all of that PLAY wasted"

Techno talked to his dad about what circumstances would lead to him face revealing, he would have wanted it to be funny and memorable but he never had a clear plan for it

Techno had a front bedroom with a TERRIBLE desk. Techno's dad told Techno to come to the studio to pick out any chair he wanted, Techno went into his dad's office and picked his dad's chair LMAO. Techno's dad offered for him to work on a soundstage because their house had horrible acoustics but Techno said "eh." At 2am when the family was trying to sleep they'd hear him screaming and yelling, it was so annoying when it happened but so painful when it stopped

Techno's dad would text him a meme and Techno would call him a loser, he'd ask him to watch Hunter x Hunter together. Techno couldn't eat without watching TV at the same time

Techno's dad sometimes sees posts on Reddit and his instinct is to send them to Techno. Techno's dad has come close to making a reddit account, he said hello and thanks to Techno's subreddit and he reads their posts a lot when he can take it.

Techno's dad knew Techno had a big audience, but he didn't and still kind of doesn't understand how he meant a lot to people in ways that have nothing to do with PvP or funny jokes. He's proud of Techno and grateful to everyone. The executive director of the Sarcoma Foundation told Techno's family they haven't seen anything like this before with regards to fundraising, she told them that a little kid ran a lemonade stand and raised $150 for the Sarcoma Foundation in honor of Techno.

Techno's dad: "If we do the call-to-action (to donate to Sarcoma Foundation) 10 times, I should get 6 of them" (referencing Techno beating Dream in the duel 6-5). Dream: "I see where he got his humor from"

There has been a refresh today of the merch store so GO BUY THE MERCH!!!! Techno didn't like when there were delays in people receiving merch, so you can only order when it's in stock so GO BUY NOW

Dream will be signing some unreleased merch concepts to include as an extra in some orders

Techno's father thanked Dream and he appreciates everything Dream did for them, he also loves Skeppy

Dream wants to get everyone together and do a massive fundraiser

#cancer #technoblade #Youtube

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secretwritingspot · 5 months

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Too Much (Take Me Home)

Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader

Rating/Content Warnings: okay so I have no idea how to rate this. Like this is definitely not PG but it's also not really nsfw?? Honestly I'd recommend just reading the summary and deciding for yourself from there.

Summary: Reader is a sub who, due to the nature of y'know like being on a pirate ship constantly has not had a single chance to relax in weeks, especially since they don't really know any of their crewmates like that. Sanji steps in to save the day.

Disclaimer(s): so funny story - this is the single kinkiest thing I've written for this blog. And yet. It is also the least sexual thing I've written for this blog, that being not sexual at all. This is purely mentally-ill wish fulfillment emotional hurt-comfort d/s fluff. None of those words are in the bible but we persist nonetheless. A lot of d/s themes but like soft d/s if that makes sense, undernegotiated kink (there's definitely communication and it's p healthy but they're both idiots your honor), some petplay if you squint? Like not really but reader is on their knees and he calls them puppy a few times so do with that what you will.

There's a surprising amount of paperwork that comes with being the ship's chef.

One would think Sanji was always on his feet, whipping up something new- and yet here he is, late at night, sitting at a table that feels nautical miles away from where he really wants to be, the galley. But this was a part of the job- to catalogue ingredients, new recipes, what he could make and on what day for their supplies to last until the next town.

He's used to it being a solitary job, but then there's footsteps and a knock at the doorframe of his room and you walk in, shy uncertainty in your voice.

"...Sanji?"

You weren't sure about this, about any of this. But you were exhausted in a way that sleep couldn't fix, and it was obvious to you as to why.

You were a sub. There, you admitted it, got that embarrassing information out of the way as quickly as possible.

You - strong, strategic, stoic you - had been spinning out for the last few days. It had been too long since you'd been able to go under, since you'd joined the strawhats, to be precise, and it was starting to wear on you.

There was only so long you could go like this, tough and detached, protecting everyone else, taking care of the rest of your crew before yourself. It was constant, on the Merry. You really should've seen that coming with it being a pirate ship and all, but you felt like you had no room to breathe. Wake up, save the day, plan, eat and sleep only to keep your energy up to do it again the next day. You were always on, always performing the most capable version of yourself, and it was starting to wear you thin.

Sanji, for all his care and attention, hadn't seemed to notice. Even now, when you'd come to him like this. For that, a part of you was thankful.

He can't even hope to hide the way his face lights up when you walk in, quickly grabbing a towel next to him and wiping off his hands on instinct, like there should be oil or cooking wine or flour on them. There isn't, but other times there is. And there will be again, eventually. Better safe than sorry, he supposes.

"What could possibly bring such an angel down to me so late?"

He questions with a charming smile, cocking his head at you fondly. You roll your eyes at his immediate antics, blushing.

"Ah. Straight to business, huh?"

You laugh nervously, looking away and scratching the back of your neck with a sheepish blush.

"...can I stay with you? While you work?"

He squints at you curiously and then nods, smile blooming on his face the way it always does when you're around. For such a simple request, he doesn't know why you look so embarrassed.

Sure, the signs of embarrassment aren't as obvious on someone like you- but he can still see them. The way your eyes avoid his, the slight awkwardness in your stance as you shift on your feet.

"Of course, love. I'd never turn down your wonderful company."

You take a relieved breath and nod, looking down. For a moment you stand still, trying to make your feet move. Is this really such a good idea?

You take the leap before you can second guess yourself, walking over to where he sits at the desk. You pass the other seats and he squints curiously, having expected you to take one. Instead, you come straight to his, sinking down to your knees next to him and sitting back on your heels, resting your head on the side of his thigh.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

His eyes widen when you settle on the floor next to him, his face a pink hue as he looks down at you. Still, he didn't move. Instead, he gently brushes some of your hair back, looking at you with confusion.

"Are you...what are you doing, love?"

You swallow thickly, blinking your eyes back open to look up at him pleadingly, face pink.

"...can I stay here? I- I'll explain if you want, I promise, just...please."

He chuckles, an intrigued little smile gracing his features as he looks down at you nods. "Go ahead, explain. You can stay here as long as you'd like, darling."

"I need..."

You start to speak before backing up your explanation, embarrassment showing in the way your speech jumps back and forth between thoughts.

"I've been exhausted, recently. I'm sleeping fine, I just...sometimes I need to- to relax a certain, uh- a certain way. And since we've been on the ship, I haven't been able to, uh..."

You squeeze your eyes shut with embarrassment, taking a deep breath and turning to press your face against his thigh to hide your blush.

"...subspace. I'm- I'm a sub. And I haven't been able to go into subspace for a while, and I know this is a lot to ask you and I'm sorry, I just- I need to be like this for a while, please."

Immediately, your behavior starts to make sense. It would be hard to be a sub on a crew like this, constantly having to fight and stay in control. You likely haven't had the chance to submit to anyone in ages, if only for safety reasons. After all, you're all wanted. But with the natural way you dropped to your knees below him, put your head on his thigh like second nature, it all clicks.

He looks at you for a moment and blinks, his expression unreadable.

"...I think I understand what you mean. You want to be good for me, yes? I don't mind that, you know. You're quite pretty like this." He gently drags the back of his hand across your face with a smile before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Sweet thing."

You shiver at his words and nod in confirmation, letting your head fall back to the side to rest against his thigh.

This is...it's the last thing he'd expect from you, really. You're so tough and capable and independent, so the fact that you're a sub? The more he thinks about it the more it makes him blush- that someone like you was even capable of submitting, let alone craved it, let alone again would come to him, pleading for him to let you kneel at his feet for a while as he works. He gently runs a hand along your back, the corner of his mouth twitching as he smirks.

"I want you to stay like this until you're satisfied, alright darling?" He smiles and takes a look back at the paperwork on the table "...Are you comfortable there?"

You nod, heart fluttering when he says he wants you to stay like this until you feel better. It's sweet and gentle and so very Sanji, but at the same time, it sounds almost like an instruction. Like a command. It makes your cheeks flush and your mind stop whirring for a second in a way you'd missed so badly from when friends or partners who knew about your submissiveness back on land would put you under. The comfort of not having to think of anything besides doing what you're told- being good, always being good. You'd missed this.

"I need you to relax for me, okay? Just...focus on enjoying yourself, yeah? I have to get this work done, so I'm counting on you to stay right here. Can you do that for me?"

You nod almost immediately and he grins at the obedience, going back to his work with a satisfaction mirrored in you.

Something to do. A task. Something to be good at, good enough to make him proud. It settles your mind as you lean your head against him, the slight twinge of pain from kneeling on the wooden floor grounding you pleasantly.

He could get used to this, he thinks- you sitting at his feet next to him like a puppy, one of his hands scratching through your hair absentmindedly as he works through his paperwork and supply numbers. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as he works, the sound of parchment paper a pleasant constant. Your breathing was also rather soothing, a nice background to his quiet humming as he writes. He feels as though he could listen to it all night and never grow tired of it.

He makes a mental note of how each different touch effects you- cataloging your reactions, what you like, what seems to make your mind dissolve. He finds a particular sweet spot behind your ears that leaves you a shivering puddle when he scratches softly with his nails, a spot at the crown of your head that makes you purr, that any light touch closer to your neck provokes a wobbly, ticklish smile but that you don't make any move to stop him. You seem completely zoned out, dazed and pliant and warm under his fingers.

A minute passes like that, then five, then ten. He looks back down to check on you and feels his heart stall in his chest.

"Oh, darling..." He whispers softly, blushing at the sight of you. Hazy and dazed with near-reverence in your eyes. He stops writing, setting down the pen and reaching down to lift your chin up, looking you directly in the eyes.

"Look at me. Please."

You perch your chin on his thigh obediently to look up at him from your position on the floor. It's the most relaxed he's ever seen you- shoulders dropped like a tremendous weight's been lifted from you, limbs like lead as doe eyes blink up at him blearily, expression glazed-over and vulnerable and soft, softer than he thought you were capable of.

You were a tremendous warrior, someone feared across the seas, and yet your head was on his thigh, sitting at his feet below him.

You, who could kill him in a fraction of a second if you wanted.

He sighs, a little breathless. He's so tempted to lean down and kiss you, but he shakes his head slowly. Not now, not yet. There's something else he needs to do first.

His hand runs through your hair as he looks into your eyes almost like a nurse would with a concussed patient, checking up on you to make sure you're okay.

"Can you speak? It doesn't have to be a lot, just...say something for me, love."

"C'n speak."

You answer softly, obedient nearly to a fault, your usually confident voice gone soft and mumbly. It's perfect. Christ, all of it is perfect.

"'verything's just kinda...fuzzy right now. 's okay, it's nice."

His eyes are glued to you as his hand gently runs through your hair, scratching behind your ear. There's something on his mind, something he can't quite place or figure out yet.

"You look so beautiful right now." He admits gently, his voice still a low whisper. "Can you tell me why- why you're like this?"

Well, wasn't that a hell of a question? Why are you - always that emphasis in your head, though he doesn't mean it like that - of all people, why are you?

A few moments pass before you say anything. You don't really know what you would say, not until it's already coming out of your mouth.

"...cause 'm not allowed to be."

It's the only answer you can think of when you can finally convince yourself to speak.

"I- I have to know everything. All the time. Be in charge and make the tough decisions and stay on top of everything and make sure everyone's okay-"

The words come slowly at first, but the longer you speak the quicker they spill out, rambling like it's something that's been festering for weeks that you desperately need to get off your chest.

You cut yourself off with a deep breath when you realize the breakneck speed with which you're ranting, simplifying your answer down to it's most basic terms.

"...I don't get to be weak."

He can't help but feel his breath catch at that reply. "I don't get to", like it's something you want but aren't allowed. He can so easily see that side of you now that you mentioned it, but he'd always just ignored it. It seemed inconsequential. Like that part just...wasn't you.

It strikes him then that that was probably on purpose, on your part. You wanted them to disregard it.

But the more he thinks about it, the more he recontectualizes all your stress, all the moments of you snapping at the crew over little slights, the more curious he gets as to how and why you got to be like this in the first place.

"There isn't anything weak about this." he pushes back sternly as soon as he can get his voice to work. "This is...this is the most courageous thing I could imagine. I'm so proud of you."

The words hit you like a brick and you close your eyes, taking a shaky breath as they play on repeat in your head.

"I'm so proud of you."

You can feel yourself crumbling at his affection, the voracity of his care. How adamant he is about understanding that sometimes you just needed to be below someone else.

He cups your cheek in his hand softly, angling your face to look up at him. The more you let your guard down, the warmer his chest feels looking at you. He'd never seen you open up this much, it makes his heart ache. He smiles at the sight of you looking up at him so prettily, lightly tapping the tip of your nose.

"...there you are."

The words are barely a whisper, full of pride and admiration and pleasant disbelief. It's a shame how much you try to prove your strength, your resilience when there isn't a reason for it.

You'd always been enough for him. Always been strong enough, tough enough, useful enough. Always, always, always.

You'd never needed to be anything more than who you were, and getting to see you like this...it's like he's seeing you for the first time all over again.

"It's an honor to finally meet you."

All you can manage is a soft huff of breath, his words knocking the breath from your lungs. It's almost a sob, except that there are no tears. You have no idea why. Or why you almost sobbed in the first place. Why are there no tears?

"It's an honor to finally meet you."

The words cut through you like water. He still wants you? Even like this- emotionally stunted, a needy mess, pathetic and fragile and shaking?

"The way you are right now is nothing short of beautiful. Everything about you is lovely. It's...it isn't easy letting go like this, is it?" He muses, a hand resting on your hair, his thumb running along your face.

You sniffle quietly and blink back tears, nodding your head. It's progress even getting you to agree.

He knows you aren't upset by his words and so your unshed tears don't bother him. Knows that you aren't used to this, aren't going to be good at believing or accepting it immediately. He knows it'll take time to get to a place where words like that don't phase you anymore. So for now, your agreement is more than enough.

"...can we stay here for a while? Please?"

You break through his train of thought with a cautious whisper, voice small. A surge of pride shoots through him at your words, so fucking proud. If agreeing with his words is difficult, asking for what you want is worse. It's a hell of a first step.

"Of course we can. How long do you want to be like this, sweetheart?"

Ah. And there's the problem, isn't it? The "what do you want?" Really and truly, you have no idea.

"I don't mind much, it's..."

You trail off softly, hiding your face against his thigh in embarrassment as your blush spreads to the tips of your ears.

"...'s however long you want me to stay. It...it helps, letting you decide things for me."

The admission is a shy one, but it's not like it's something he couldn't've seen coming. It makes sense that instructions and praise would go hand in hand to make someone like you feel safe, small, protected.

"...I don't want you to move, okay?" He finally decides, lifting his hand from your hair to brush it behind your ear, fingernails scratching gently.

"Just let me take care of you for a while."

You take a deep breath at his words like the air's cleared for the first time in decades, finally having something to ground yourself on.

He makes a note of that in his head, too- you like a sense of order, when he makes decisions for you or gives you instructions to follow. Something simple that you can focus on even in your dazed, vulnerable state of mind, a task you can accomplish.

His hand continues to run through your hair gently, thumb making little figure 8's at the crown of your head.

"Do you want me to hold you? Or do you prefer being on your knees?"

He doesn't look at you when he asks, pen scratching away at his charts with his eyes on the table. Somehow, that helps- the idea that he's still working, that you're not too inconvenient of a distraction.

The simple choice you're given between two options makes everything feel easy and calm and hazy, and your voice is quiet when you answer.

"On- on my knees. Makes me feel more- more..."

You trail off, trying to explain but unable to find the words.

"More vulnerable." He finishes for you, smiling as it finally clicks. A position of submission, giving up your power to him.

Undoubtably, you're more vulnerable on your knees. You'd typically never let anyone near you in this state, not since you joined the strawhats, but with him, it feels...safe.

"I like it too." He admits, his hand still on you as his voice slowly trails off.

Your features smooth out in relief at his understanding and you nod, leaning into him and nuzzling his thigh for a moment to show your appreciation.

He has to look away for a moment, as seeing you nuzzle against him triggers an almost visceral reaction he wasn't expecting. His face flushes a bit more, a small smile brightening face as he leans in his chair, his expression adoring as he looks down at you. He reaches out for your ear, scratching gently at it with his fingernail.

You're so soft like this he swears he might fall in love.

"...can we do this more often, when you want to relax?"

Your eyes widen with a surprised blush at all the question as your brain shorts out for a moment.

He really...he's really willing to make this a regular thing? He isn't just doing this to humor you? It seems almost impossible to believe that this isn't some kind of weird burden you'd pushed onto him.

"...yeah. I'd- 'd like that."

You mumble breathlessly, clearing your throat as you look down.

He's already looking for another command, a simple task he can praise you for. Something about telling you what to do - you, who could slit his throat in an instant - he's quickly figuring out that he likes it. Quite a bit, actually.

He thinks back to the little things he's noticed about you- you prefer standing with your back to walls, facing the exit of whatever room you're in. You can only fall asleep when someone else on the crew is still awake. You're always chewing toothpicks, sucking on the end of your pen-

Wait.

Do you have an- could he- maybe...?

He hums in thought, grin spreading wider as he looks down at you once more. Gently, he lifts your chin so you're looking directly at him.

"Open your mouth," He instructs softly, almost in a whisper. Curious.

A soft blush blossoms across your ears but other than that you don't question it, far enough into subspace that all that matters is following instructions, being good. You don't even think before parting your lips obediently, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes. Like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

Bingo.

It was an oral fixation, your constant need to suck on a toothpick or the end of your pen. He couldn't fully understand, but he could relate- he always felt safer with a cigarette in his mouth.

He gently pushes his thumb in your mouth, taking a deep breath as he waits for your reaction to the audacious move. You wanted him to make you feel small, safe, vulnerable. He's more than happy to do that for you.

At your service, now and always.

Your blush spreads out to your cheeks and your eyes widen a fraction in surprise, but as soon as you manage to process that he really just did that, you close your lips gently around his thumb, eyes glazing over as you look up at him for approval.

You're so beautiful when you're like this, all raw and vulnerable and desperate to be good. He hums, eyes glued to you with a loving gaze as he takes in just how stunning you are in this moment.

"Submission suits you." He praises softly, his voice almost a whisper. "You're so...so sweet like this. So lovely when you don't think so much, puppy."

The last word is meant jokingly, gently poking fun at the way you're kneeling next to him, head on his thigh. Your reaction, though...that throws him. The way you squeeze your eyes closed and your blush darkens to a pure pink when he calls you "puppy", the way he can feel you whine around his thumb at the term as you melt, shoulders slumping- and that's certainly interesting, isn't it?

"Aww, puppy likes that, doesn't she?"

He can't help but smile as he takes his thumb out of your mouth for a moment before pushing two fingers in instead. Your cheeks flush when he does so, those puppy dog eyes glancing back at him with so much emotion it's almost overwhelming. The name is fitting, he supposes.

You flush further with embarrassment, though you know it makes no logical sense. Your mind doesn't seem to want to quiet itself, echoing judgements of your current position- weak, needy, pathetic. The shy feeling of poorly restrained shame claws up your chest even as you try to dismiss it. You shouldn't feel so embarrassed by this- Sanji clearly isn't bothered by it, doesn't think it's odd, hell, if anything he seems like he's enjoying himself. Yet you, brain all tied up in knots, can't seem to look at him.

So instead you try to focus on other things, like the comforting contrast of the warmth from his fingers and the cool metal of his ring pressing down softly on your tongue.

He can sense the embarrassment from you, though he can't understand it. He'd seen you at your worst, and this certainly wasn't it.

"...there's nothing wrong with allowing someone to take care of you, you know. I actually quite like seeing you like this." He says, the words falling out of his mouth before he even thinks.

Almost as if they'd been waiting to come out this whole time.

His reassurance only makes your blush intensify, but this time it's not bad.

It isn't shame, not really. It's more pleasantly flustering. If embarrassment were a spectrum, this...feeling would fall on the 'good' end of it.

Sensing it's a vulnerable topic, he lets the reassurance hang, not giving you enough time to think about it before changing the subject with a fond, knowing chuckle.

"You like the ring, don't you?"

He doesn't say, 'it gives you something to focus on so your mind doesn't wander too far' or 'the temperature brings you back down and grounds you here away from those nasty thoughts', but you both know that's what it is.

There's something warm in the way he so nonchalantly reveals that he's been cataloging every little detail of your reactions- the spot behind your ears, the fact you like being called 'puppy', and now the fact that you like the feeling of his ring pressing down on your tongue. Your mind is in enough of a submissive haze that you can't bring yourself to lie to him, instead nodding your head in agreement.

A small, fond smile graces his lips as his thumb moves up to your lower lip, gently prodding at your chin to bring your attention back to him.

"You can take breaks if you want. I know the ring's cold."

His voice is a warm, intimate whisper, eyes watching every movement you make, every twitch and hum catalogued in his mind.

The care in it makes your heart feel warm and you keep his fingers where they are, nipping lightly at him for a moment as if to let him know without words that you're enjoying this, that you don't need a break. It's so fucking cute his heart melts.

He can't help himself any more, pulling his fingers from your mouth. You nearly whine at the loss but then - then, oh, then - he presses a small, soft kiss to your lips and the whole world falls apart, his lips pressed tenderly to you as if you're something so much more than the sum of your parts. Your mind works on overdrive- it's such pure affection and approval and he kissed you, so that means you must've been good, right? That he was proud?

Little do you know, he's just as in awe as you are. In awe that you're really here with him, like this. That you'd ever let him do this. Everything about you is special to him, special because it's yours. Just like your eyes, the sound of your voice, the heart beating erratically in your chest. Before he can think about it he's pulling his ring off his finger, wiping the remains of your spit from it, and sliding it gently on your ring finger.

You cock your head up at him and squint in confusion and he smiles, voice soft like he's afraid anything stronger than a whisper would break the moment he's worked so hard for.

"Keep it, puppy. Then, next time you...need my help like this, you can give it back to me. Yeah?"

He punctuates his words by lifting your hand up like it's precious, placing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles.

The promise sparks a warmth in your chest, the casual mention of "next time" like there's no doubt at all in his mind that there will be a next time, the way he touches you like you're fragile, stares at you with pink cheeks and blown eyes like you're the sun and the moon and all the pinpoints in the night sky.

You should've jumped overboard when you had the chance, you think, because you've ended up drowning either way.

Eventually you can convince your muscles to work enough to nod, face blooming in fireworks of pink and orange and red as your words come back to you, though your voice is still small and hazy and breathless.

"...yeah, okay. Next time."

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Steve and Chrissy as two internet-famous chefs/bakers, Steve with a channel focusing on (not always) easy homemade and nutritious meals, Chrissy with a baking channel full of body positivity to spite her mom.

They both get invited to something like Phoning It In from the Try Guys - a baking/cooking competition where they have to guide the actual chefs only through a pay phone. As the TG's show says: "the mind of a chef paired with the hands of an idiot". And the idiots in question are their best friends - Robin and Eddie. Which shouldn't be that bad, but then...they actually have to swap them. And they can't tell them what they're making.

It's a holiday episode so the theme is gingerbread.

Steve is slumped in the phone booth, sometimes covering the receiver and asking Chrisy why, why would her best friend refuse to measure ingredients in anything more precise than "a bit", "a bit more", "kinda enough", "oooh might be a bit too much" and "a fuckton".

Chrissy tries very hard to explain to Robin that artistic expression is an amazing thing, but hot sauce and gingerbread might be too artistic for the judges. Robin disagrees. Chrissy pleads with her and eventually talks Robin into just including some chilli flakes in her batter and not the hot sauce as a topping.

Eddie spends half of the prep time complaining to Steve that a gingerbread house is lame, it should have been a gingerbread castle. Robin agrees.

Robin deciding to give her tiny gingerbread men flannel shirts and spending way too much on decorating them. She runs out of time very soon and just writes "THIS IS FLANEL" into a shirt-shaped blob.

Steve and Eddie shamelessly flirting despite having never met each other and then threatening violence in equal measure to get the other one do what they want. "I bet your eyes are more beautiful than the entire sky full of stars Stevie, also I might have dropped one extra spoon of spices into the gloopy thingy and I don't want to get my hands more dirty than they are so I'll just leave it in-" "Eds, you vile seductress, your voice could charm many a seaman but if you don't get that spicy glob out of the batter I swear I will shave your head."

Robin somehow going from following the instructions into a full rambling mode and before they know it, she's just cutting hipster-shaped gingerbread flanelmen and telling Chrissy nearly her full life story, basically turning the prep into a therapy session. Chrissy listens and nods and just sometimes interjects with "people can be such jerks just because you're different, can you just quickly check that the temperature is still the same? Thank you Robs, now back to that asshole in your uni class-"

In the end, they finally meet at the judging table and present their work, bullshitting their way through explanations of many choices that were made (because the two actual chefs are not permitted to speak, only the great minds).

Steve almost sobs when he sees piped (and very melted) bats on toothpicks around the gingerbread castle, because of course Eddie made a castle. "I meant for that to happen, for the shock value" he announces when one of the bats starts a domino effect and knocks down the rest.

Chrissy's smile gets a little bit stiff when she sees attempted man buns on the gingerbread men's heads - ones which have unfortunately melted and they now have flowing ponytails. Slightly burned.

Steve confidently claims that the reason why his gingerbread house is black and has spires is because his little brother adores Dungeons and Dragons and he wanted to give him a cool prop for the final encounter with the big evil. When the castle crumbles because Eddie didn't bake it long enough, Steve just dramatically stands up and announces that the evil warlock has been defeated. Eddie almost faints behind the screen and unceremoniously asks Robin if that gem of a man is taken.

Chrissy explains how the gingerbread men are wearing flanel in honor of her best friend's uncle who is the flanel overlord. When the judges bite into the figures and taste the chilli flakes, Chrissy earnestly tells them that Eddie's uncle is a man with hidden depths and spicy personality (Eddie chokes on his own tongue at that) and Robin was kind enough to reflect that.

In the end, it doesn't matter who won. Eddie asks Steve (after he tastes the gingerbread bat, gingerbat) if he's still about to shave his head and Steve says it would be a shame, but he can make it up to him by inviting him for coffee. Robin awkwardly thanks Chrissy for listening to her and Chrissy admits she loved her rambling, that she hates it when it's quiet.

It all ends well (except for the gingerbread).

#steddie #buckingham #steddie au #buckingham au #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley

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show and tell • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), best friends/idiots to lovers!au Warnings: swearing, lotssss of teasing/switch dynamics, tickling, reader is obsessed w/ seokmin's body, they're idiots your honor and they're a lil bit in L-word 🤮, mingyu thrown under the bus as always, ONE BAD PUN BC I THINK I'M FUNNY, sex is as silly as me, BIG COCK SEOK 🗣️ like he's fucking huge okay, oral (both rec. kind of), attempt at 69 but seok's a menace the entire time, fingering, CRYING/TEARS, possession, biting, marking, multiple orgasms, squirting, lil bit of cumplay ig?, mentions of prev partners, overstim... i think that's it lmk if i missed smth 🥵😰 WC: 6.5k A/N: um so this is the most self-indulgent thing i dared to post you're WELCOME i shall now go die in a hole to never be seen ever again... happy belated birthday to the loml ugh ty to all the frens that let me sob in their dms and to @onlymingyus for helping me with a damn title 💖

The commonly shared belief among your friend group was that Seokmin is abnormally soft when it comes to you.

You thought they were full of shit.

The bestest buddy in the world was also the softest ray of morning sunshine to ever exist in general. You could barely count on one hand the number of people he genuinely ever showed disdain towards or didn't get along with. All in all — it was extremely hilarious in your opinion because Seokmin's fluffy personality greatly contrasted with his lean, sharp physique.

Ironically, the main reason you ended up in this position.

Just moments before, you were on his bed and caged between his arms. The dog tag necklace you'd gifted, engraved with his birth date and initials, swinging in the same rhythm that your heart rapidly beats with the small space separating your bodies. A sly grin raises the corners of his lips, the long fingers of his left-hand creeping up to trail lightly at your sides.

"I know you have abs."

Seokmin's hands fly up to wrap defensively around his body, though all in good jest. "You can't just ask a dude how many abs he has!"

"And you can't lie to me by saying you don't have any! Do you know how many of your dude-bros have blabbed about your crazy gym routine to me? Can you even guess how many girls bitched at me 'cause you weren't shirtless at my pool party? As if that's my fault?"

"But it's mine?"

"No, all I have to do is prove them wrong. So, show me the goods!"

You sucked at making up your mind — what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, what to do — okay, but who doesn't? It's something Seokmin was very familiar with, hence him always having to pick up wherever you left off. He also knows just as well that once you've settled on something, you'll see it through to the very end. Eventually.

Which normally works out in his favor except in moments like now. So he resorts to a different preventative measure — tickling the decisiveness right out of you.

Like hell you'll let him do what he wants.

Maybe the whispers about him being soft for you were right. After all, it's to your utter benefit when you push at his shoulder. Only a bit unbalanced, he easily falls onto his side and you scramble to climb on top of him at record speed, one arm pinning Seokmin's wrists against the pillow beneath his head.

Unfortunately, this looks like one of your 3,718,493,842 very bad choices in life. Once again, something you didn't think all the way through. Sure, you've bested Seokmin at light wrestling and play-fighting before — back when you were toddlers and all he did was cry.

Now, at adult ages, it seems like a horrible, terrible, very bad idea to have him beneath you. Your fingers play with the hem of his black t-shirt that's ridden up ever so slightly, unbearablely close to the leather band of his silver belt buckle.

Seokmin's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you with a strange, almost starry-eyed look of surprise. Black bangs flipped up across the dark gray of his blanket, silver chain askew shining against his collarbones, mouth slightly ajar.

Suddenly you're hyper-aware of sitting right on top of him, completely obliterating the distance between your bodies earlier, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination from what you can feel nestled in between your legs.

"Would it be inappropriate of me to take your shirt off right now?" you can't help but ask.

He laughs, all breathless and high-pitched like he does when he's nervous. "You're asking for permission?"

"Seokmin," you whine and shift your hips in protest without thinking. Another bad move. Oops. "I'm trying to be polite."

"You have me pinned to my bed with the intent to strip me and you're worried about being polite?"

"Oh, please, you could easily break free."

It's true. His wrists twitch a bit under your grasp, almost like he's attempting to do just that but you're faster once more. Or he's just letting you have your way with him. Whatever the case, your other hand firmly holds both of his down which only brings your faces closer together.

"Don't move."

"Okay," Seokmin agrees and licks his lips, "at least you know what consent means."

"Are you consenting?"

"Depends on what to."

"Me taking off your shirt."

"… Should I be flattered?"

"Very."

Brown eyes close, his brow furrowing. For a minute, you think you've accidentally taken things too far and are about to quickly apologize and backpedal before things backfire until his lips quirk up and Seokmin snorts.

"Never imagined you'd be stripping me like this."

You would agree because what the hell? All this for some abs? But the way he says it makes you pause.

"Have you imagined this before?"

Expecting him to panic or something, you're even more taken aback when he bites his lip like he's holding back more laughter.

"And what if I have? You'll be offended even if I lie."

You narrow your eyes challengingly while his sparkle. "Are you… flirting with me?"

"That is not how I flirt but okay."

"You're being weird. Weird weird. Like super-duper weird."

"Says the one soaking my jeans, right now."

You want to scream. Instead, you let out a scandalized gasp, eyes widening. The effort it takes to bolt away means you must release Seokmin. Something that doesn't even cross your mind with the shame heating up your cheeks, mortification setting off every sirening alarm in your nervous system.

Your first mistake.

Countless other mistakes will be made after this, but looking back — could they really be watered down to just a mistake after the end results? Why you're even so embarrassed in the first place is beyond you. And your best friend has zero intentions of letting you get away from him.

The minute Seokmin's hands are freed, one flies to keep your hips pressed against his while the other gently braces your back. Lifting his torso up with insane core strength he clearly was lying about not having, you have no choice but to wrap an arm instinctively around his neck like a koala. Your other hand curls into a fist, clinging against the fabric straining with the flex of his chest muscles while simultaneously attempting to push him back in a futile effort.

"Breathe," Seokmin murmurs in mild concern. His eyes crinkle as he smiles encouragingly. "Breathe for me, babe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. If you inched any closer forward, your nose would brush against his, and leaning too far back would end up with him on top of you again.

"This is all your fault, babe."

"You're the one that started this in the first place, babe."

"All I wanted was to see your abs," your voice drops to a pathetic whisper, "babe."

"All you had to do was ask, silly."

"I did!"

To your horror, he leans in even closer with a devious smirk so his nose brushes tenderly against yours. "For yourself. Not others."

"What… what are you playing at Seokmin?"

"It's like you misinterpret everything I do on purpose."

"I — "

"If you think I'm just playing around you're sorely mistaken."

A beat of silence. "Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he says innocently even though the hand on your back trails upwards and not-so-innocently unclasps the bra underneath your shirt.

Your jaw drops. Of course, your modest top is still on and the shoulder straps keep your undergarment in place. Yet, you feel naked with the way Seokmin shamelessly ogles your covered chest and lets out a satisfied groan, pleased that you weren't wearing a sports bra. After all, it's not the first time he's done that for you — but it is under this strange context.

"Seokmin — "

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Tell me." His voice is low, rougher than you've ever heard, causing tingles to shoot down your spine at the way he says your name. "I should take full responsibility for whatever happens."

His last sentence echoes over and over inside your head because yeah, what the hell is going to happen? — until you blurt out, "You find me attractive?"

Finally, Seokmin acts the way you expect and are familiar with, his shy demeanor coming out like sun rays peeking through overcast clouds. Bowing his head, forehead flopping on your shoulder, he admits defeat.

"As if that's even a question, goofball."

"No way — there's no way! My bestie, you, find me, your bestie, like. Hot?"

"Look, I know it's cliché to fall for your friend and all that stupid shit," he grumbles, "but you don't have to sound so shocked. I already know thanks to Mingyu."

You freeze. "Know what?"

"… You're really going to make me say it?" he laughs in disbelief and shakes his head against your shoulder, causing your loose strap to slide down. "When my pride's already in tatters?"

Urging Seokmin to pick up his head and look at you, you face his brown eyes straight-on and cup his flushed cheek. "What did Mingyu say that crushed your pride?"

He sighs. "He told you I liked you before I ever got the chance to say it myself to you."

Your eyebrows raise. "He did?"

"Yeah. And I thought you just. Well. I don't know, I thought you were just ignoring it out of consideration or something. Obviously. Since you didn't say anything."

"… All 'cause I was pretty sure he blabbered about accidentally spilling the beans to you about me liking you."

The both of you pause, silently cursing poor Mingyu. He did mean well. Somehow.

"You're joking right," Seokmin whispers, "is this real?"

"What makes you think it's not."

"Because you've only ever returned my feelings in my dreams."

Your pride swells at that, wrapping your arms around his neck daringly. "Dream about me often?"

He falls backward on the bed, taking you down with him with your bodies pressed tightly together. You admire his handsome features with renewed thirst while he shuts his eyes, no longer forcing yourself to view him through the platonic lenses you'd kept on for so long.

Then his eyes flash back open and you flinch at the burning desire blazing within them. He's never looked at you like that, at least not directly and it ignites the equal yearning you feel for him like a match.

"Yeah," he answers your teasing question, "I do."

Just the thought alone makes you dizzy. Your best friend, your sweet and lovely Seokmin who puts up with all your bullshit, laying here on this exact bed with thoughts of you consuming his mind. Pining for you. Wanting you. Shit, you think he deserves to have all his fantasies come true. And you're more than happy to help him out.

"What do we do in your dreams?"

"Everything. Anything."

An iron-clad grip will probably leave bruises behind but it's not enough to stop you from a slow, lazy grind of your hips. You sit up for more leverage, hands on his broad shoulders for support, watching with smugness oozing out of your smile as he struggles to continue his wholesome thoughts.

"Holding hands, cute dates, buying you pretty things… "

"C'mon babe," you tease, "what else?"

"Ah… " Seokmin sighs, throwing an arm over his face to hide his eyes though it can't hide the flush creeping up his neck, to his cheeks, and coloring his cute ears. "You know… "

"Nah, I don't. Not unless you tell me."

"… Just gets lonely in bed. At night. Cold."

"We've slept together before when I've stayed the night and vice versa."

"Mhm, but never with my dick inside of you."

You coo, trying to keep up your unbothered façade as though the quickening pace of your hips isn't making an insane mess of his lap.

"Poor little Seokminnie had to jerk off all by himself." Leaning down to whisper maliciously in the ear that isn't shielded by his elbow, "Or did you do it while I was laying next to you because you were so frustrated?"

"As if," he scoffs, "and I'm not sure what you mean by little."

Like a switch has flipped, two hands return and grip your hips, keeping them stationary. To prove his point hard, it's Seokmin's turn to grind his pelvis up into the moist heat of your covered cunt while holding you still to feel every agonizingly delicious drag of his cock. The way he can feel you pulse against him even through your thin shorts, the devastating whimper that leaves your mouth when the rough fabric manages to catch your clit just right make up for the mildly gross stickiness of precum inside of his jeans.

A sadistic grin leers at you, almost a snarl. Such a jarring contrast to the normally soft, fond looks you're used to and a shudder runs through your body at the shock, another rush of heated arousal dripping from your pussy.

It's cute, Seokmin thinks to himself, how you put up this act and think you're the one in control when it's really me, the one whose lap you're on.

"Can you even blame me?" he growls, not waiting nor expecting any answer as he sits back up, jostling your body in the process. "I was so good, so well-behaved in front of you. And yet you waltz around me with barely anything on all the damn time, flirting with all my friends in that skimpy bathing suit without a care in the world… "

You don't even know when you ended up on your back. Staring wide-eyed into Seokmin's narrowed ones, his eyelids fluttering as he recalls these memories, fist clenched and arms tense as he towers on top of you once again. He's panting, lower body still pressed against yours.

"Batting your eyelashes at me, giggling, grinding that sweet ass all over me on the dancefloor and then skipping away even though I wanted to touch you so badly… and if that's not torturing enough, constantly showing up in my dreams, always out of reach… So yeah, I'm just a little frustrated, sorry."

"I'm… I'm… I-I didn't know — "

"I know that. I know that and that's why I felt like utter trash. You didn't mean any of it and here I am throwing my disgusting fantasies on you."

"Don't say that," you plead and cup the side of his face, running your thumb repeatedly across his mole. "You're not trash, Seokmin. I wasn't thinking — I mean I didn't realize… I just — "

"Please," he interrupts suddenly, desperately begging. "Please tell me… if this… if this is going to be a spur of the moment, out of pity, and a one-time thing… please tell me you don't want this. That you don't want me — "

"I want to kiss you."

You watch his body tremble before he takes a deep breath, smiling up at him as his eyes gradually open. They blink owlishly at you, nearly crossing in his attempt to scan your face if he really heard you correctly as you guide him by the jawline close to your lips.

"I want you, Seokmin."

To be honest, you've never really imagined what it'd feel like to kiss your best friend. The movies you've watched make it out to be magical, enchanting, and something out of a fairy tale. Sure, maybe they're not wrong but the majority of entertainment is the bad boy turning sweet or a soft boy remaining a gentleman.

Nothing's prepared you for awakening the beast in a good boy.

He kisses you with a ferocity that steals your breath from the get-go. A sensual clash of teeth, tongue, spit, love bites, and nips. Seokmin always had an enjoyable, pleasing tone to his voice and it sounds even better when he's grunting and groaning in the laidback battle for dominance.

Somehow, your clothes are merely disheveled and not ripped off despite continual tangling and grabbing at each other. Once again, you find yourself back on top as you gasp for air — having to push him away when he chases after you for more kisses. If you thought he was pretty before, he's even lovelier with shiny, swollen lips and a dazed, hungry look in his eyes.

Despite pouting at the sudden distance, the man astonishingly looks at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. As if he's never seen the ugly sides of you, your lowest and most embarrassing moments. His gaze trails from where you sit on his thighs to the rise and fall of your heaving chest to your blown-out pupils with such appreciation and awe that your cheeks are set aflame.

Although maybe you're just seeing a reflection of your own adoration. Running your hand down the toned length of one of his arms, you intertwine your fingers together. A smirk returns to your face as he squeezes back, distracted.

"So, can I see your abs now?"

Seokmin groans your name and chews on his lip, uncertain. You shrug and toy with the hem of your own shirt before decisively pulling it over your head. A blissed-out sigh escapes his mouth at the reveal.

Your bra is undone — thanks to his earlier mischief — and barely covers your breasts. Threatening to fall off at the slightest move, you pretend to protect what little modesty you might have and keep it in place with a free hand.

"Tit for tat?" you tease.

He audibly gulps and you watch his Adam's apple bob. You wait patiently, letting him go at his own pace and back out if he wants. Though he does relent because he feels at comfort with you, revealing his gorgeous tan skin and upper body you hadn't seen in what feels like years.

"Omigod…" you gasp out and he cringes, upper body taut with nerves. "You've been hiding a six-pack away from the public for so long?"

"I — "

"I want to touch them."

"Why are you so obsessed with my abs?"

"'cause they're mythical. Like unicorns or… or Bigfoot."

"You're comparing me to a yeti?"

"Not yet…i!"

He rolls his eyes at the ridiculous pun. "I thought I was getting a 'tit for tat'?"

"Yeah," you nonchalantly slide off your loose bra and toss it somewhere on his bedroom floor. Seokmin doesn't even get to relish the bare sight of your tits for his own enjoyment because you're grumbling, "can't even show his best friend his fine ass abs," and he has to correct you.

"Maybe if I was your boyfriend, I'd show them to you all the time."

"Oh? Is that a promise? A threat? A distraction?"

"An offer. A suggestion even."

"It's pretty tempting," you play coy, "can I touch you if I say yes?"

"Only if I can touch you too."

"Then yes." Your pointer finger travels down the flexed crease of his skin to right above his belly button. "Can I see your dick now?"

"But I want… I'd like to… taste you."

"Later," you assure and daringly place a kiss above his waistband. Your hands tug at the belt when his hips stutter upwards. "Please?"

He's gone the moment you flutter your eyelashes at him and so are his ruined jeans. Discarded on the floor to join the growing number of other clothing when he says yes.

Even Seokmin himself would admit he is indeed too soft for you but his cock certainly isn't. Your eyes nearly bug out when it flops against his stomach, angry red and leaking tears of precum. He grits his teeth at how much it aches, perfect jawline even more prominent.

His self-esteem would have been dashed to pieces at the devastating frown on your pretty face but it's greatly inflated when all you can do is whimper out, "You're so big… "

"Yeah?"

Your best friend — no, now your boyfriend, you suppose — hisses when you blink at him.

"There's no way you're gonna fit."

"Hah, 's never been a problem before." Nails dig into his thigh, the little show of possession at the mention of his previous partners wickedly giving Seokmin another ego boost. He's quick to try and appease you though by saying, "don't worry, babe… let me prep and taste you, I'll make it fit I promise and you'll feel good."

"Fuckin' sweet talker." You feel a hand reach out to temptingly slip under the band of your shorts. "Everything about you is always so sweet."

"'m sure you taste even sweeter."

"Seokmin…"

"Hm?" His touch grows bolder at the moan of his name, squeezing at the plumpness of your ass. "Will you please let me have a taste? Just wanna help you out."

You won't be thinking I'm so sweet after this.

Eager to touch him, you nod and start to take off your shorts but Seokmin is faster. Nearly tearing them off your body in excitement and somehow managing to position your bare lower body right where he wants it.

Luckily, you're able to face his neglected cock. A shriek leaves your mouth, though, because the hardened tip of his tongue is searching for your clit, lathing and suckling on it when he does find it.

You try to focus on your prize but it's difficult with the vigor he's attacking your throbbing, needy pussy. Seokmin holds you up high enough that he can leave occasional nips on the inner crease of your hips before harshly licking and sucking up your messy arousal. Shaking his head back and forth with an animalistic growl, all you can do is resort to pitiful kitten licks and slobbering mindlessly on just the side of his cock.

The more you attempt to wrap your lips fully around the tip, the further down he brings you to his mouth until you're almost suffocating him. A brutal assault where you can only twitch your hips to which he agreeably grunts, gliding you across his open mouth ever so slightly. Unable to escape the throes of pleasure, not that you would want to — you give up and give in.

Tears fill your eyes as your body convulses and shakes, staring longingly at his cock through bleary eyes. Seokmin's muffled moans as he gladly helps you ride out your orgasm with your fluttering hole clamping around his tongue barely registering in your ears. You feel like you're floating while underwater in the most delicious of ways.

Seokmin manages to nudge you enough so he can catch his breath while waiting for you to come back to him. A fond smile on his lips when you're finally able to move and he helps you flop by his side.

"Why on earth are you a pussy-eating pro?"

"You keep complaining about things most people don't find fault in."

"I wanted to suck the life out of you, not the opposite." You reach for his cock again but he stops you — again — and rubs the back of your hand consolingly while he wipes the wet mess you'd left on his face with a smirk like a badge of honor he takes pride in. "Lee Seokmin!"

"Shhh, don't whine, baby. Almost there, I'll let you have my dick soon. Give it to you real good. Now that I've confirmed what a tight, good little pussy you have for myself, gotta make sure you're stretched out enough. Don't wanna hurt you."

"It already hurts, 'm so empty, 'min."

"Greedy," he snickers, knowing you're full of shit, and sits up. "After I just stuffed you with my tongue so well that you complained about it, now you want me again?"

"Always want you. Always have. Didn't realize it before but it's true. 'm sorry, Seokkie, need you so bad though."

"Lucky I like you so much. Now turn around, let me see that lovely ass of yours."

You do as he says, clambering up on all fours and arching your back prettily, looking over your shoulder to see what he'll do next.

The sight alone is a wet dream. He's licking his lips, brown eyes honed in on your puffy, seeping cunt until he's snapped out of the trance when he realizes you're watching him. He sticks out his tongue to pull a silly face and you shake your head in disbelief.

A finger traces up your spine before it turns into his palm pushing down between your shoulder blades so your cheek is pressed into the pillows. You can just feel the heavy heat of his cock but he pulls away before you can savor it for too long. A constant tease that leaves you whining again in frustration and wiggling your hips enticingly, a futile effort.

"I know you're desperate. 'm sorry, don't wanna cum too fast and disappoint you though."

"You won't disappoint me."

"Nope, I'll make it worthwhile. Promise. We can do whatever positions you want after this. I'd like to see you riding me like you do in my dreams, personally." Watching how you clench at his words, he chuckles. "Knew you'd like that too. Now, let's see…"

He slips a digit inside your hole muttering, "There we go," and adds another. And another. Three fingers explore your gummy inner walls and he hums in contemplating tones before he begins scissoring motions to get your pussy to further open up.

Your moans are muffled by the bed and Seokmin simply increases his pace to make them louder with a sneer of satisfaction you don't see. You do feel him kissing down the length of your spine, more love bites that make you squeal at each pinch.

"So cute and perfect. What 'm I gonna do with you?" he asks and pretends to understand the unintelligible garble to his rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's right, babe. Fuck you even more stupid than you are now 'cause it's what you deserve."

Retracting his fingers, licking them clean, and mumbling how pretty you are — then he's finally wrapping a veined hand around his even veinier cock to tease at your entrance.

He plays with your wetness, coating his tip with it and making both your mouth and pussy drool. And god, does Seokmin relish the vision before him.

You're everything to him and that thought alone makes him bite down on his lower lip, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He doesn't want to fuck this up. Every muscle in his body tenses when he takes a deep breath and eases himself inside, enraptured with the way your soft pussy lips part and cling around his length to welcome him.

When he glances up to check how you're doing, he has to reign himself back from exploding or thrusting insensitively all the way in. The way your eyes roll up, a stain of drool left on his blanket, and the feeble thank you's followed by a filthy series of moans — he lets out a string of curses that would make even a depraved whore blush out of shyness.

"S'big, s'full," you hiccup, clenching and unclenching in rapid successions that has Seokmin wheezing, though he tries to comfort you.

"'m not even all the way inside, sweetheart. Bear with me, babe. Breathe. I've got you."

"Got me… hella fuckin' full."

"You can take it. I know you can." He pushes his hips forward a bit more. "There you go, sweetheart. Relax just a tiny bit… Yeah, that's it…"

Praises fall from his lips and you sob at both the goddamn stretch and unfathomable pleasure. You already feel him buried in your gut reaching spots you didn't even know existed by the time he's almost bottomed out for his pelvis to press temptingly against your ass — you're pretty sure you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

"S'deep…!"

"Feel so fucking good… d'ya need me to pull out a little, baby? You still with me?"

You answer him by bravely using whatever strength — or more like the urge for him to split you open and take it all because you want to be as good as he's telling you that you are for him — and push yourself back so he's fully seated within your tight cunt.

You're probably screaming if your raspy throat and ringing ears are anything to go by. He's panting and rubbing his forehead with a groan.

"Fuck, what are you so hot for?"

The air feels like it's been punched out of his lungs, the same way his cock is being suctioned and squeezed. In an effort to wrangle whatever control is left within himself, Seokmin focuses on your body and how it reacts. Laying over your arched back to press your bare bodies close together in an intimate fashion.

You can feel his necklace and its cool touch on your burning skin. The recollection of never seeing him without it since gifting it to him reignites a possessive streak in you and has your pussy pulsing around him more fervently. Suddenly you long to have his mark engraved on you permanently, etched into your body and soul just like the inanimate object.

It's almost a shame when he pauses to tug it free so it doesn't break and let it hang over your shoulder instead. Not that it matters much, for you'd only have a temporary imprint of a dog tag shape on your back.

As if he can read your muddled mind (he probably can), Seokmin makes up for it in his concentration to delay his dizzy cloud of absolute unbridled lust. He's already left many physical reminders of his touch where you'll definitely be sore later scattered around your body and as a bonus — bites down where your neck meets your shoulder.

(You have no idea how you'll explain the obvious teeth marks to your friends the next day but you know they'll know. Especially when Seokmin — the little shit that he is — shamelessly shows off the various marks you'll leave all over him later tonight.)

But you don't think about that right now, any and all thoughts consumed of him, him, and him. You're full. So full. Oh, how you ache to run your fingers across his gorgeous body the same way he's able to yours, sneaking a hand underneath to fondle at your breasts and tug at your nipples. You suppose that can wait, already inching toward another crashing orgasm when he's unable to stay still anymore and starts shallow, cautious thrusts.

"Mm, ah, 'min… Seok… min… "

"'m here baby, you're gonna cum for me already, aren't ya?" He pulls his dick out far enough to see the way your essence glistens and coats his length and then smoothly stuffs you full again. "Go on and cream on my cock, make me yours."

Shockingly you shake your head. "No, too soon!"

"S'kay, I know you can give me another one after. If you let go now, it'll feel even better after. You're still so tight, I can barely move."

You really can't believe you're about to climax so soon again. There's not really a choice to hold it off anyways, especially when his hand moves away from your tits and mercilessly rubs your clit. He could've just fucked your throat raw with how hoarse your voice is now with all the sounds he's drawn out of you.

As you recover from the fuzziness of a second orgasm, he'd taken out his cock that's basically gone numb at this point (he's not sure if that's a good thing or not), and appreciates the delectable view of how your hole has been stretched out perfectly in the shape of his cock to accommodate him so sweetly. It all screams I am Seokmin's and he fucking adores it. And you.

There's only one thing left to do. Paint you with the color white.

"You ready for me?"

You breathlessly huff out a yes but honestly, you're unsure if you will be able to handle another peak without passing out. Seokmin soothes you, whispering that this will be the last one for this round accompanied by two chaste kisses on each of your shoulder blades. So wonderful and perfect, he reminds and suddenly you can do anything he asked of you.

Which is good because he's finally snapping his hips hard and fast with better ability, drilling into your warm, wet pussy he calls his that confirms that ownership itself with filthy noises of agreement and gushes of more arousal. You moan out a mix of yes, yours, and his name — growing so fucked out that when he asks you where you want him to cum, all you do is feebly bounce your asscheeks against his abs when he refuses to move.

"Shit, you gotta tell me now or I'll… fuck, I'll do it inside. I-I know you're on the pill but… "

"Please…"

"You'd look pretty with it all over your back but also spilling out of your pussy… "

"If you don't cum right now anywhere… I'll cry."

"You're already crying." His thumb brushes at the trail of tears that spilled over your eyelids.

"Seokmin…!"

"'m sorry, let me give you what you want."

His hips resume slamming at a rapid pace, hitting deep within that magic bundle of nerves without fail. Stars swim in your vision and the mind-numbing pressure twisting in your lower gut builds up without warning.

It's a silent scream this time and a peak that doesn't seem to end. As your body violently shudders and shakes for what feels like hours at its intensity, Seokmin's release is triggered. Gently thrusting as you spasm around him, milking his cock as it starts to fill you up with a comforting warmth. In a daze, he's forced out by the end of your explosive orgasm and watches with a slack jaw in awe.

He's managed to leave beautiful lines of white across your ass and back as intended. Though the bit he'd left inside of you is mostly expelled by you squirting and coating his thighs with your release, if he looks close enough, there are still globs of cream left around the outer lips of your cunt that has him groaning.

"This is better than what I've dreamt about."

"Of course. Real thing is always better."

"In this case, yes."

"… Do you still think I'm sweet?"

"… Somehow, yes."

Seokmin laughs as you collapse flat against the bed. You need to clean up but both of you can afford to rest a little first. He lays down next to you on his side, bringing you into his arms and you immediately snuggle your face into his chest before fixing him with a serious gaze.

"I don't get it."

He stiffens in fear. "Wh-what?"

"You fucked your previous partners, right?"

"Um… most… of them… "

"Like this?"

"Uh… " he narrows his eyes. "What… what do you mean?"

"There's no way they would've wanted to let you go if you got a stroke game and stamina this good. Unless you were just too much of a beast in the sheets — which I could understand."

His arms tighten around you. "I'm sorry, did I go too hard on you? I just didn't wanna cum too fast."

"No, you're insane but it was… incredible. You're the unreal one here."

"Didn't expect that when you harassed me about my abs, huh?"

"I did not harass you and of course not, did you?"

"No, but… I'm glad it did. You… don't… you don't regret it, do you?"

"No, why would I?" He breathes out a tiny sigh of relief which has you raising an eyebrow but you continue on. "I don't get why they didn't try harder to stick around. I mean you're perfect. In all aspects. I one-hundred-percent mean that."

"They weren't you, though. I'm sincere when I say you've always been the one. I was just afraid…"

"You're a damn good actor, you know that. I had no idea."

Your favorite smile beams at you. "I did major in theater. And we're both kinda idiots."

You slap at his chest playfully and he covers your hand with his. "I like you too, you know that? Like really mean it when I say I do. Even if you just obliterated my fucking vagina out of existence."

"There's no way, I most certainly did not." He kisses your forehead. "'cause you still have to ride me like promised."

"I don't think I'll be able to."

Your eyes close, ignoring Seokmin's gasp of shock and protests about cleaning up. He can tell you're pretty exhausted and acquiesces, shifting you into a position more comfortable for you to be able to doze off for a bit.

But you take that opportunity to spring to life, sucking the nastiest hickey on his neck right above his silver chain. One that will take weeks to heal. He lets out a moan as you do it and when you back away, the atmosphere has heated up again.

"You're giving me a hard time," he points out with an eyebrow wiggle and you giggle.

Urging him to roll over, you lug your aching limbs up and over so you can straddle his upper body. Adding more and more love marks and bites on his chest, neck, and arms. It's your turn to stake a hushed claim of mine whispered into his ears that you nip at. And he giggles, loving the attention you're showering him with.

His cock is stirring to life under your ministrations as is another pool of arousal swirling in your gut. Despite the hiss of oversensitivity and slight pain you both feel, you ease his length back inside. Nearly crying out because this new angle means he's stuffed in you even more, you don't know if he can fit until you're gasping in relief once you're successful.

He tentatively brushes his fingers against the bulge that appears in your lower tummy, wanton moans erupting from both of you at the gesture. It sends chills down your spine and you shiver.

"Gonna have to help me move, dunno if I have enough strength to make your dreams come true."

"S'kay, we have forever to act them out again and again," he reassures you which erases your pout. "You'll get used to me with enough practice."

"You think so?"

"Well, we can only test that theory to make sure."

You giggle as he pulls you in for a tender kiss by the back of your neck. "You're naughtier than I could've ever imagined."

"But you love it. You love me." His smug look only grows at your agreeing hum and when he flexes his abs. "Now, shall we see if all the work I put into my abs is worth it, babe?"

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I have a idea so like, there this challenge, it like the kid tells their mom to shut up, and see what the dad does

And I wondering if you could do

Toji, Gojo, Geto, Choso, Sukuna, and Nanami, and who whoever else u want to do

Hopefully you like the idea thank you!

definitely some crack head canons but i love crack content and barely write it myself so lets go for it !!

FUSHIGURO TOJI

as annoyed as you'd be with your kid for being disrespectful, you're instantly scooping up the brat and holding them to your chest bc toji is booking it from across the house.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY YOU LITTLE SHIT?"

your kid is crying instantly (from guilt- bc they know better than to talk to you that way- and now their dad is going to going to raise hell)

they're wailing about how sorry they are- "I didn't mean it mommy!" over and over- it's almost annoying

toji thinks that must come from you because where else would the brat learn to take accountability pfft

he probably stuffs their mouth with soap and they'll never speak to you that way again.

GETO SUGURU

in an au where geto isn't a mass murderer...

if he hears your child tell you to shut up, he instinctively straightens up and tells them to "knock it off!" in that classic dad tone

probably goes for a time out session- but if your kid's especially bratty then he's gonna make their life hell. by that i mean the most brutal torture of all- no phone, no tv, and no hanging out with friends for the week. *shiver*

but your kid's a good kid, they just had a nasty moment and let their words get ahead of them. so that night they're knocking at our door and telling you they're sorry.

geto doesn't want to lift the grounding, but you're a fair ruler in this household and grant your kid their little freedoms :)

GOJO SATORU

just for kicks- this one will be megumi centered, bc i love bratty little megumi heh heh heh

when he tells you to shut up, he hadn't even thought twice about it. it's not like he had a filter.

he also hadn't really meant it, it was sarcastic of course, because megumi actually liked you- but he'd never admit it.

(you were the lesser of two evils when it came to gojo)

but the words come out and in the next second he's dangling in the air, suspended there with Gojo's hand firmly wrapped around his ankle.

you're squealing, scolding the childish man to "put him down!" but he's not listening.

the brat tried to hurt your honor after all. and he must defend it.

"apologize to my wife, brat! or face punishment"

("i'm not your wife, satoru" "hush, wife" *eye roll*)

megumi's thrashing around, little fists swinging and missing as he tries to attack the blindfolded idiot

"go on. keep fighting. all the blood will rush to your lil' noggin and then you'll pass out. i'm sure that's a pleasant feeling"

you can't stand by and let this go on, so with a sigh you pull megumi away from satoru, and place him upright on the ground

"those techniques may work on other eight year olds, 'gumi, but you'll have to try harder if you want to take on a big oaf like him"

"hey!"

"okay" megumi agrees with a nod, before mumbling an apology for his previous rudeness, and running off with pink cheeks.

CHOSO

as soon as the kid says it-

blank stare.

the table you'd previously been eating dinner at goes completely silent, with your kid and Choso trapped in their eye contact

you also don't know what to say, so you're also trapped in this silence

your kid's eyes are round, huge, blown wide with fear. a deer caught in headlights.

and choso's expression is perfectly neutral, not a single crease or twitch giving in to any sort of expression.

it's more menacing than a sneer.

if you'd been chewing, you'd be choking by now.

at first, your kid's so quiet that you don't realize they're speaking, until choso's voice comes out, clear and monotone.

"properly, now"

your kid turns to you, their face laced with guilt for being so rude to you.

"i'm sorry, mommy, i didn't mean it"

"better" choose huffs

"it's alright, little one," you assure them kindly. "i forgive you"

the awkwardness lasts for the rest of dinner, but that's just chose being protective and wanting his kid to learn their manners

RYOMEN SUKUNA

sorry but your kid is gone ¯\ (ツ) /¯

he'll get you another one.

NANAMI KENTO

oof. this man is going to deliver a three hour lecture on respecting parents, respecting women, and respecting you specifically.

your kid probably doesn't even remember why they'd said it by the time he's done.

it's the perfect punishment really. your kid walks away learning something and also goes straight to bed because now it's quite late.

he's proud of himself ofc, he's done a good thing. he made a good move as a father and also made sure your kid knew just how much to value and respect you.

you- who's asleep at the table because maybe his lecture was a little too much.

oh well, he thinks as he carries you to bed. surely your kid will tell you all about it tomorrow when they apologize.

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Hi! First of all, I love your writing! And then, if you're okay with it, maybe you could write something about how yandere Criston, Aegon and Aemond react when they're jealous/someone tries to flirt with the one they love?

warning-Aegon's is a little spicy but nothing actually happens

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You were dressed exquisitely, in a pretty new gown made especially for the king's nameday feast, in a new gown that Ser Criston admired on you from a distance. He had been watching you for quite a while, as you were Princess Helaena's most trusted companion and he saw you often. Per his task for the evening, he should have been watching over the entire crowd of lords and ladies. But he wasn't bothered to, and he kept a watchful eye trained on you instead.

He watched as some lord approached you, being far too close to you for comfort. While you giggled nervously at whatever idiotic joke the man was telling you, he dragged you off to the dance floor without your leave and proceeded to dance with you. His hands were lower on your body than what was considered appropriate, and Ser Criston noticed your discomfort immediately. "Pardon me, my lord, but it seems my lady is not in the mood for dancing anymore," Ser Criston sneered while putting himself in between you and the lord.

Relief blossomed in your chest as Ser Criston shielded you from the man. "You will find your affections better received from a willing woman." And with that, the lord sulked off with a sour expression on his face, leaving you and Ser Criston alone. You could not help the bashful smile that grew on your face as you thanked your white knight for saving you. "My lady, your gratitude is not needed, as anyone of true chivalry would not hesitate to help such a beauty." Needless to say after that night, when Ser Criston would look at you to admire you from a distance, he would find you already looking in his direction.

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You looked stunning at the banquet held in honor of your betrothal with Aegon. It was a grand event filled with many loud nobles drinking, dancing, conversing, and feasting. After some time dancing the night away, you found yourself being whisked away by Lord Lannister. Despite your rather possessive fiance's demand for your time and attention, it would be extremely impolite of you to reject a courtier's conversation. Your conversation with Lord Lannister was friendly and mundane, nothing of great importance. You both mainly focused on how crowded the throne room was, and how pleasant the weather had been lately. In the short time of you two talking, you had managed to get rather close with one another. It was all innocent, and you enjoyed his company.

Aegon was a terribly jealous and possessive man. He didn't like people sniffing around what was his. It often upset him to even think about you interacting with some man, nonetheless seeing you so engrossed in conversation with one. He was fuming and stared daggers at the poor lord. Once you noticed your fiance's anger, you quickly and politely excused yourself and made your way to Aegon. "Is everything alright, my love?" You asked in a quiet murmur. Aegon was red in the face and gripped his chalice so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Before you could speak to him again, he quickly took hold of your wrist and dragged you into the empty corridors, far away from the feast.

He pushed you so your back made contact with the stone wall, making you grunt in slight pain. His face was close to yours, and he stared directly into your eyes. You could feel his ragged breath upon your lips, and how his hands began to lift up your skirts. "You belong to me, you hear? I don't want you speaking to that man or any man for as long as you are my wife. Understood?" He commanded, and with one obedient nod from you, his lips crashed onto yours in a heated and passionate kiss. "Mine. All mine."

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It was a grand affair, Aemond's name day celebration, that is. Never one to like being the center of attention, Aemond preferred to stay in your company for the night. You had known Aemond since childhood, and it seemed at times you were the only person he let his guard down with. You made him feel safe. You made him feel worthy. Although, as you blossomed into a beautiful young woman, he could not help but feel jealousy and hurt in his heart as men began to pay you attention. In his mind, you were his. Why couldn't everyone else see that?

The two of you were tucked away in your own world, conversing so naturally with one another. Everything felt just right. You enjoyed having Aemond as a companion. With him, you could talk about literature, history, but also personal things. You could not deny the flutter of love in your heart each time you interacted with him. But you did not dare voice those thoughts to Aemond out of fear he would reject you and end your friendship. A lord of no great importance interrupted you and Aemond, and shyly asked to dance with you. You smiled, having grown accustomed to the attention. Aemond could not help the scowl that formed on his face and spoke quickly. "Apologies, my lord, but my lady promised to dance with me now." He spoke curtly and swiftly whisked you onto the dance floor.

Surprised by his lying and rudeness to the lord, you grew curious. "Aemond, what was that all about?" You asked quietly as you danced with him. However, Aemond remained silent. For once, he didn't have a snarky rebuttal or snide comment to say, nor did his piercing gaze meet yours. He merely danced with you quietly, enjoying being close to you. To an unsuspecting person, one might have mistaken you for lovers dancing blissfully. Slowly, you reached your hand to his chin, and gently lifted it. As you looked into his eye, all you could see was a softness Aemond was not in nature to possess. A silent understanding settled onto the pair of you. And as the two of you danced between the sea of people, you shared kisses that none else would see. And to the two of you, it seemed as though it were only you and Aemond in the room.

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also i want to branch out from hotd, and here recently ive been obsessing over josh hutcherson as mike schmidt...so make of that what you will 😈

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE WAIT FOR THE FIRST RACE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the waiting time between pre-season testing and first race is being filled

content warnings. the girls (men) are fighting and y/n gets a reality check

notes. another chat chapter because you guys liked it lol

george russell Welcome, @/oliverbearman and @/ynstark to the main Grid Chat. I will add you to the other ones as well.

daniel ricciardo WELCOME!!! We're so happy to finally have you here

Also, @/kevinmagnussen, welcome back you ass

Don't leave any groupchats again, it's a pain to add you back

george russell Considering I have to do the work, you're not allowed to complain Daniel

lando norris booo, let him have the fun

nico hülkenberg Oh no, it starts again. I'll mute you asshats if you don't stop this

lando norris you're just boring

oliver bearman thank you guys! very happy and honored to be finally part of the big guys 🫣

y/n stark thank you, george! and i'm excited to officially meet you all, until then, hello :)

charles leclerc Hello y/n, welcome to the grid! I hope you'll enjoy your stay here 😉

y/n stark thank you charles, i'm sure i will lol

kevin magnussen I swear I will block you all

daniel ricciardo Don't be like that, you love us

y/n stark lol, he actually hates you guys, won't stop whining kevin magnussen One day, young lady, one day... y/n stark y'all hear sum? charles leclerc Gagged. lando norris charles???

carlos sainz Can you guys just shut up for once, dios mio.

charles leclerc Aww, Carlos, you love us! carlos sainz Debatable. Sometimes I wish you would all crash and not survive to be honest oscar piastri We get it, you're an asshole carlos sainz Fuck off Piastri oscar piastri Right back at you Sainz

lewishamilton welcome to our new rookies! ollie, awesome to see you again, y/n, don't be a stranger, we haven't talked in ages!

y/n stark lew!! we defo have to, gonna hit you up for fashion show for sure, pepper has been planning something pierre gasly Lew 👀 y/n stark look who's here... the tripod.... pierre gasly Yeah yeah, shutting up. Welcome to the grid y/n y/n stark thank you pierre

sergio perez Welcome, rookies.

max verstappen From me a welcome as well!

esteban ocon Welcome, welcome!! This is so exciting, I've been waiting for a long time now 😋😋

lance stroll Estie??? esteban ocon Shht, Lancey, let me cook lance stroll 💀💀💀

lance stroll Anyways, all of them are idiots, as we already know, welcome to hell, y/n

y/n stark aww, thank you lance. so sorry you have to go throught this 🫂 charles leclerc We're not so bad?? lewis hamilton Well. charles leclerc Oh come on Lewis lewis hamilton I didn't say anything

fernando alonso Stark and Bearman! Welcome to the coolest people on the paddock 😎

oliver bearman thanks fernando! y/n stark thanks nando 😎

alexander albon Hi guys, so nice to see you finally in here! @/georgerussell you took your sweet time man

george russell You be Head of the GPDA then. alexander albon No thank you, I'm fine 🙃

logan sargeant Welcome, welcome, happy to see some new faces!

oscar piastri They're finally here. Welcome back Ollie and welcome Y/n to this shit hole

lando norris you know what osc? oscar piastri No, and I don't care. Save the talking for the track lando norris you do know i'm still zak's favorite driver? i could get you fired oscar piastri Please don't. charles leclerc This is what you get for lying in an interview. No groupchat with all of us is ever formal oscar piastri This literally isn't about you Charles charles leclerc Boo, you hater

y/n stark @/kevinmagnussen i see what you've said now...

kevin magnussen Never ever doubt me again, I've been with those fuckers for years now daniel ricciardo Hey!! That's not nice yuki tsunoda you know what else is not nice ricciardo? daniel ricciardo Yuki, drop it. Team orders are team orders yuki tsunoda i don't give a fuck old man, you behave like a bitch you get bitch behavior max verstappen Drop it or else I'll involve Helmut. yuki tsunoda fuck you dan-cocksucker max verstappen Yuki. We don't carry out team issues to the grid. yuki tsunoda he started first and i have proof daniel ricciardo I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was only testing yuki tsunoda i give you dramatic you fucking asshole. you know what you did and i stand by my statement that this was a total asshole move. just because you got a big smile doesn't mean you're fooling everyone fucking ass george russell I will both kick you out if you don't drop this immediately.

carlos sainz And it starts again...

valterri bottas You're all children. Stop it

y/n stark so pierre was right huh 😀

kevin magnussen I told you so. pierre gasly Why am I getting involved in shit again?

zhou ganyu I apologize for their behavior. Y/n, Oliver, welcome to the grid, I'll be excited to race you both!

kev

are they actually children because wtf did i just witness.

Yeah... I told you drivers are dramatic. Well, most of them and other's are just their victims. Of course we have our moments and friendships but it's a ruthless sport

man tf. literal man children. i'm so glad i have you as a teammate kev. like seriously. i don't know if i could survive with someone like daniel or carlos

the passive agressive vibes <<<<

that's just not it tbh

I have no idea what you just said but I agree. Daniel and Yuki are not good teammates, it was already bad last year and now this.

To be honest, Nico and I often missed stuff like that since we were stuck at Haas and the upper dogs never really showed interest in what we thought or did but everyone knew what happened between them

pls don't tell me they have a clique here... oh my god and i thought the rumors were false

I mean.. not really but also kinda yes? Better drivers stick together since they're always spending time together, you know. No one cares about the ones who're limping behind, well besides Pierre and Esteban, but they're only kinda involved because they're close to Charles and Lance. And Lewis and Fernando aren't really on their level, they keep to themselves

why are men problematic

not you obvs, but like... jeez really felt the love here when we got welcomed

Welcome to F1 kid, it's a shithole

thanks, it's so lovely here

dad?

i think it's worse than we thought

Honey, what are you talking about?

everything. you should see the group chat with the drivers right now. i thought people were joking about f1 drivers being bitter and bitchy towards each other, but there are literally groups and alliances or whatever the fuck is going on there

and if that's only the drivers... i don't want to know how the teams are

Oh.

but also like, what is that going to stop us? we made plans, we know what to do but dear lord are men stupid. well not all but most of them. i literally had to watch how yuki and daniel were fighting because of a team issue in the GROUPCHAT with all drivers

and when max told them to drop it, he got called a dan-cocksucker, can you imagine??

everyone seems to know why they're fighting besides me and ollie, i knew there was tension in alpha tauri but this?? it's a new level of what the fuck is going on here

Are you alright?

i am

just

yk had to tell someone who's not kev since he has been involved in this forever and is used to it. but i still thought

well idk what i thought, maybe i'm just stupid for my wishful thinking

should've known all of this was pr and that most rumors are true. it will make our lives a bit harder

Don't worry, no matter what they throw against us, it's no alien invasion. They're just whiny little men after all and I'm literally Iron Man

i know dad

love you. and thank you

Of course, anything for you

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