#'thing that keeps me awake at night because i can't stop thinking about how pissed off i am'

[bokettochild]

what are your favourite headcanons for all the boys? (also hi mama lava we havent spoken in a while oopsie hah,,hope ur doing well <3)

I'm doing quite well, m'dear! Mnetally at least LOL

The body hates fall and the changes in the air, but the rain makes me happy and the leaves are going CRONCH so I can still smile! Also, it is now cider and cocoa wheather! (I really need to finish that darn Ravio scarf now LOL)

Okay! Headcannons!

Time: He has no clue what's happening ever. Time is hard for me to relate to or even work with, so I don't tend to mess around as much with headcannons for him, but I love the idea that he is masquerading as an adult all the time and genuinely is confused by almost everything. As someone who was left in charge of see stinkers with no clue on how to handle them, it makes him relatable and easier to write that way :)

Warriors: His dark form is a dragon. Even prior to TotK I liked the idea that certain people could/would become dragons, and considering there are some who ship him and his Zelda and they come before Flora, that would mean it runs in the family LOL. It also really suits him for REASONS and I like playing with it

Sky: His eyes flash silver when he's angry, and lightning will crash even on a sunny day when you piss him off. He killed a god, let this man be an unhinged BAMF eldrich hero!

Hyrule: Navi is his mother. I like the idea of him growing up hearing stories of the Hero of Time. i like the idea of him setting out on his adventure not just because Impa asked him too, but because that pig sounds a lot like the sucker who killed his big brother and their family doesn't go down unavenged! He totally had a few words for Ganon in that last fight, and even if it was the last thing the king of evil thought, he knew he was killed on behalf of a hero, not just by one.

Twilight: He's a white girl. It's really a personal gag for me, but he likes horses and stupid romance stories and ridiculously sweet drinks and he can't hold his whiskey for the life of him. Okay, like, he can, but why would he drink whiskey when he can have something strawberry flavoured? He just... he's a big rancher and scary wolf, but he will willingly wear pink and be a barbie is what I'm saying. And yes he'd enjoy it! (although he'd prefer pants please, he's still a man Barbie, okay? Not a Ken, a man Barbie)

(I have others for Twi, but this one makes me happy to ridiculous levels and gives the seratonin <3)

Wind: He's Warriors' grandfather. I know it;s less about him and more about Warriors, but the idea of him shaping and guiding the next hero, preserving that hero's childhood and protecting it as long as he can, makes me happy. there were totally calls to adventure long before Cia, but Wind said "heck no, he's underage, ain't happening" and either stopped that shit or dealt with it himself. He made sure to teach Warriors everything he wishes he'd known, or heard the others say they wished they'd known when starting: starting a fire, wayfaring, tracking, hunting, fishing, map making, how to make gear and supplies last, where to find valuable things, all that sort of stuff. he didn't know what sort of trouble the hero after him would face, so he made sure to provide help and leave supplies in every way he could think of (some of which, incidentally, lasted all the way to wild's time to help him).

Wild: He's Other. He's not quite right and he's more than just slightly screwed up, but not in the pretty, Fae like way it's often pictured. Wild is Other like a twisted and mangled tree that scrapes across your window in the night, keeping you awake but keeping the monsters cowering under your bed in fear. He's other like a too wide smile, like a sigh of relief when he feels Death's touch lingering on Legend. He's Not Quite Right in a way you have to know him to see, but you can't ever stop seeing after. (It's okay. Flora is too and she feels safer being with someone who's the same)

Legend: Personal hc I never get to share! Legend is the personification of Balance! He straddles light and dark both as a rabbit and in his fifth adventure. He's kind of died twice (OoS manga & a personal theory about Koholint) yet he's still alive. He kills in order to preserve life and lives in order to kill that which threatens it. He represents the balance in Hyrule and preserves it, hence why he tends to fill any needed role (watching the backs of the heroes throughout LU, taking the lead in Sunset, acting as a middleground/middle sibling in Sunrise) in order to prevent things tipping out of balance. legend is the middle ground between extremes, and a walking contradiction.

Four: I will do the colours as well, but I adore them being remembered, even though Four thinks he won't be. he comments in the comic that he's glad to at least have done well enough that no one needs to worry about his enemies, hence why they don't talk about him anymore, but I like the idea that Malon taught Time to read by reading him parts or stories about Four, but he got to impatient to wait to find out the ending, so he forced himself to figure it out as fast as possible to get there even if she wans't there to tell him. I like Legend hearing stories of him and growing up admiring him, of spending his first few adventures trying to be like him because that's what heroes who win are like. I love Four being remembered and adored. He deserves it! (And if he maybe got sealed away long enough to come back and meet some future heroes, well, I love that too!)

Red: Is actually the most dangerous of the colours when he's mad. He will wreck your shit, he will burn you alive. Do not try him.

Blue: He's fond of patterns and artwork, and knitting helps keep him calm. He's the crafter of the colors, and the only one if you disregard smithing. Also, he's the mom friend.

Green: He likes drawing. I don't know why, he just does. Also, outdoorsy boy. He hates shoes, hates floors, and will sit in the grass drawing trees and chatting with minish for hours if nothing stops him.

Vio: Loves cats. Despite Four as a whole having a fear of cats, and the other colors also sharing that fear, Vio's sense of self preservation sort of flew out the window with the trust the others had in him when he joined Shadow. Vio can look at any animal that should reasonably be able to kill them and actually will try and determine if he can just... touch it. he doesn't want to even be friends, he just wants to see if, since a dragon will let him, will this giant wildcat also? He adores Wolfie more than even Red. The others think there is something wrong with him that he likes terrifying creatures so much.

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #lu four #lu time #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wind

[nomoreusername]

It's Not Goodbye

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:After finding out you're not immune, you are ready to get rid of yourself only to be caught by Newt.

It was okay at first. I felt no different than I always did. I was a bit sore from the Cranks, but it didn't matter. I had saved Newt from the one that tried to kill him, and that's what matters. Nobody ever died from a bite when they're immune.

Unfortunately, they do if they're not. It turns out I was one of the unlucky suckers capable of turning into those things.

At first, I didn't even notice it. There was a lot of pain in my ankle, but it wasn't bad enough to say anything. I thought I was just irritable because I was hot and tired. That's a reasonable explanation.

Then, I noticed something. Black veins started growing from the bite. That's when it finally kicked in. I wasn't immune. Now I have two options. I could kill myself or spend my life as one of those things. The choice is obvious.

I didn't tell anybody. I just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, the flare gives you enough energy to harshly shove your friend to the ground though. Minho ended up with bloody elbows after that. I went full force. All eyes turned to me, and it was obvious that everyone was pretty pissed off that I would do that. Everyone ignored me for the rest of the day.

As night fell I thought about it. My last day with them was spent with me holding back tears. I hurt my friend without thinking about it. I was dangerous which meant I had to leave. It was now or never.

Unfortunately, the only gun was in Newt's bag. I cautiously kneeled next to him. Since he was using it as a pillow I used my hand to support his head. By some miracle he didn't wake up, and I had the gun in my hands.

That's when it went wrong. Newt woke up, and in my fear I dropped him and ran. He was quickly startled awake. He looked in the bag and noticed the missing gun. By then I was already out of sight.

I put the gun against my head as my breathing grew heavy. I sucked in as much air as possible and closed my eyes. Then, I went to pull the trigger.

"No!"Newt yelled, snatching it from my hand. I quickly pulled him down and held him to the ground. He groaned in pain, and I realized just how evil I was becoming.

"I'm sorry Newt, but I have to do this. Just give it to me,"I pleaded.

"No. You're not doing this,"He argued, keeping it close to him. I knew it could go off so I took it from his hands. Before I could do anything he knocked it away, and the last bullet was set off.

"No! What have you done?! What did you do?!"I cried, rushing towards it. I did everything to click it over and over as if I could set it off. Nothing happened.

"Why would you do this? How could you do this to me?"I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. By now the others had woken up and came over to see what was happening. I'm sure it was a terrible sight. I was crying while holding a gun, and Newt was frozen in shock.

"You killed me. You killed me in the worst way possible,"I sobbed, biting my lip to hold back my screams. I heard my friends run to my side to figure out what was happening.

"I couldn't let you-"

"I'm infected. Why do you think I've been so angry lately? It's already happening. I'm losing my mind, and you just made it go on,"I explained, my throat sore from the sobbing.

A heavy silence filled the air. I pulled my pant legs to reveal the way veins were growing so it would sink in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,"Newt uttered, wrapping his arms around me. I just sat there and let him hold me.

"I need another way. I can't live like this."

"What if we can find some way to help? Maybe we could slow it down until we get there,"Teresa spoke up. I sadly shook my head.

"You all saw what I did to Minho. I just did it to Newt. I'd rather die as I am than being hated."

"We don't hate you,"Thomas whispered.

"Not yet. Please, help me. Let me do something. Anything,"I begged. By now even the wind seemed to stop making any noise.

"I found a knife in the mall. It's the only thing I have. I don't think anyone has anything else"Newt whispered.

"It sounds better than being beaten by Aris's bat,"I attempted to joke, giving a sad smile. I was more than thankful when he did his best to return it though it looked like a grimace.

"I'll go get it now,"He said quietly. I nodded my head as he walked away.

As he did my friends, new and old, kneeled beside me. I let them hug me, knowing it would be the last time. By now several tears from them were falling. I didn't have it in me to do that. All I knew was that I would die still being loved. That was enough.

"I'm sorry,"Minho whispered. I just sadly shook my head.

"I think I'd be just as bad if something like that happened to me,"I assured him. Before he could say anything else Newt was back with a tear streaked face.

Everyone moved as he sat beside me. He was trembling as placed the knife in my hand.

"I guess this is goodbye,"He uttered. I shook my head no.

"I don't believe in goodbyes. I'll see you later,"I corrected him.

"Okay. I'll see you later,"He repeated, placing one last kiss on my lips. It was the slowest one we ever had because it was going to be our last for a long time. Eventually, we had to pull apart.

More tears ran down his face which I wiped away. He leaned into my touch.

"I need you to go back to the campsite. Don't turn back tomorrow. Go forward so you don't have to see me like that. Can you do that for me?"I asked.

"I will. I love you Y/N."

"I know. I love you too. Now this is the part where we walk hand in hand."

"And after that?"

"One last kiss, one last I love you, and whatever comes in the next life."

#newt x reader #one shot #tmr #the scorch trials #tmr newt #newt tmr #the maze runner #angst with no happy ending #angst with a sad ending #angst

[cosmicallylyss]

Waterparks Songs That Make Me Think Of Matt Engarde because I Said So.

Hawaii (Stay Awake) — "A hurricane lives in my bedroom, it keeps me up and awake for round two. And I just wanna sleep but that's all too much."

Stupid For You — "I'll be your new favorite tune, I'll be your black cloud by June, but only when you miss the rain like I miss you. Just double-dare me and I promise now that I'll stay. It's not like you're married but I still got carried away."

Royal — "I fall in love with everything that wants nothing to do with me. I know that there's no dealing with the way I'm feeling, I'm so out of touch with everyone and everything's a blur to me."

Dizzy — "I wanna pour my feelings down the drain, but I just take another sip until my eyes drip, 'Stay the same.'"

It Follows — "Kiss me like nobody would when I was fifteen, I'm tired of the waiting and the wondering. If I could find my something to burn out these feelings, I'd cut them out completely and I'd stop this reeling."

Plum Island — "It's harder than it should be for me to be straightforward. Like even when I did, I couldn't tell her I adored her, which I know is messed up, and I know I messed up, but at least I 'fessed up, now of course it's too late—"

Blonde — "I never wanted to be thinking this loud, I never asked about the when, why, or how. I wanted privacy, routine, and everything between while they're just finding me out. I never wanted to be thinking this loud. At least it's all about you."

Not Warriors — "There's nothing in my system so I'm feeling what I feel for you. There's nothing left to miss except the shots I take and phone calls with you, and I just need you to feel it too."

Sleep Alone — "I distract myself awake but in my dreams you're playing a song. I'll tell my friends we made amends tying up loose ends in the sand. But if you want it, you can have it, you can have me in full."

American History — "We are expected, but only in the best way, to live a small time—a year: expired. We are supposed to fall into exposure, we have the biggest sparkling eyes."

Turbulent — "So fuck yourself and fuck your feelings. I believe, but not in you and me, so I'd unfuck you if I could, I'd unlove you like I should have, months before I did in the months before I split."

War Crimes — "Behind my forehead's an assortment of things I'd like to forget. I wear a smile that's about a mile wide, I'd like to sport it. It's my fault I miss my friends, I'm lonely every day."

Worst — "It was me or whiskey, now you're pissed I wasn't bluffing. Fuck it, took a couple shots, don't you dare fucking miss me. Miss Unfaithful hit the backboard breaking bed springs, so delete us from your phone and never look back, fuck you and your friends and LA."

Snow Globe — "In the daytime I get to debate myself and quiet all the evil things I say, like 'Everybody hates you, people miss the old you, they hate everything that they all changed you into.'"

Magnetic — "But you said it, I'm magnetic to the things I hate the most. I spent today insubordinate, yeah I'm fucking up, I'm recording it. I'm projecting big through a tiny screen where I'm stacking up my reality."

Real Super Dark — "I'm out of the cage and I'm on the stage, I'm dying to give you a show. I'm alienated, way overrated, here are a few of the notes: my fans are the best, they'd love me more dead."

Self-Sabotage — "What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm on my way to you, but I self-sabatoge, so I might drive my car and crash into your garage. To get away from you, I'll self-sabatoge."

Ritual — "My inner child needs a bulletproof vest and a phone that can't text and 20 years rest. Build a bomb shelter, bite a belt for the stress, never know what's next. Sleeping with my clothes on in case—goes wrong."

Fuck About It — "We can fuck about it later if you want, because we never fix the problems that we got, baby, you don't seem to like it when we talk. I guess I'll see you later."

A Night Out On Earth — "I wear my red flags like a cape, it gets so fuckin' hot under all this shade. Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade, the glove don't fit but I wear it anyway."

#ace attorney #matt engarde #waterparks #waterparks band #thinking about matt engarde yet again

[beautifulblooms]

50 Followers Celebration Prompt List

In celebration of this HUGE milestone for me, I've thrown together this prompt list for requests! These will be in quote forms that I will throw into drabbles for any character that is listed on my character list, linked here: Character List

I should also mention that these prompts were gathered from random lists I found on google and compiled into one list!

Rules for the requests:

Please remember this is a NBLM and MLM account, the reader will be used as a GN unless specified to be Male/Masc, all fem reader requests will be deleted

For a request, please include the prompt number(s), as well as which section they came from, you wish to be included (at most 5 prompts please), the character you wish for the pairing, and whether the reader will be GN or Male/Masc

These are not going to be match-ups, these are still x reader drabbles, don't ask for yourself or an OC specifically please

I am willing to write angst, fluff, and lime, this is the SFW account after all

Example Request: "Can I get prompt 3B, 26A, and 24A with Giyu Tomioka and a Male reader?"

Now let's get onto the prompts, shall we?

Section A:

"You want to kiss me so hard right now, don't you?"

"Bite me."

"You make me crazy."

"I don't know. I think I just love him/her."

"Hold me closer."

"If I ask you to do something, will you think I'm weird?"

"Fuck, you're insane. I love it."

"Can you do as you're told? Just this one time?"

"We're just friends. Obviously."

"You're not as hot as you think you are."

"Kiss me like you mean it."

"Are you crying?"

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"Don't look at me like that."

"You started it. Now I get to finish it."

"Next person that walks through that door, I'm going to fuck."

"Do you trust me?"

"Come here. Now."

"You belonged to me before I even made you mine."

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

"You're so fucking obsessed with me."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have done that."

"Fuck you."

"Hold my hand."

"Can I kiss you? Like, on the lips?"

"And everyone said you were the innocent one."

"It's a workout, but like, naked."

"I needed you. You weren't there."

"You look adorable like that."

"Is there a reason you're in my bed?"

"I'll talk you through it, baby. Take your time."

"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it."

"You're an animal."

"No strings, right?"

"You make me want to die."

"Let me repay you. Please?"

"He’s everything I ever wanted, plus the extra crazy."

"Tell me what you want."

"How long have you felt like that?"

"Keep your voice down - there's still a party outside."

"That's gross. And super fucking hot."

"Stay the night, please?"

"Bonus points if you cry."

"When I wake up, you're still be here, right?"

"There's only one bed."

"You could, like, practice on me. If you want."

"Have you ever used handcuffs?"

"So I bought this new horror movie but turns out I can't watch it by myself."

"I know you think about me when you're alone."

"You're being shy now? Really?"

"You're gorgeous."

"Are you flirting with me right now?"

"I hate everything about you."

"I love everything about you."

"Are you awake?"

"You didn't mean it when you said you loved me, did you?"

"He's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"He's the worst thing that ever happened to me."

"You've ruined me for anyone else."

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"Talk over me one more time and I'll shut that pretty mouth for you."

"Is that my shirt?"

"You think I give a shit that other people want you? I'm the one that gets to have you."

"You can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"You shouldn't be alone right now. I'm staying."

"I feel safe when you're here. I'm sorry."

"I missed you more than you'll ever know."

"Just hold me."

"Stay close."

"Are you actively trying to piss me off or is that a by-product of your stupidity?"

"We're far too drunk for this."

"This is exactly what it looks like."

"You're not my first choice, but shit, you're the immediate one."

"Your parents will be back any minute."

"Choose me."

"Whatever you do, don't turn around."

"Do you like that?"

"I'll take care of you. Promise."

"It's always been easier to ask for forgiveness than permission."

"How did we end up here?"

“You’re adorable”

“Shut up and just kiss me already”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“I’m a sucker for breakfast foods”

“She/He/They’re a keeper”

“I love you more than that”

“Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“Stay with me?”

“You’re seriously afraid of that?”

“Pancakes or waffles? Answer honestly”

“How could you?”

“Are you cold?”

“I love you, please believe me”

“Very funny Einstein”

“What can I say to make this better?”

“You’re short, get over it”

“Pinky swears? Really?”

"Promise?"

Section B:

“Since when did you workout?”

“Get your head on straight”

“You’re psychotic”

“Don’t make me choose”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Eyes up here pal”

“You’re beautiful”

“I can’t help it”

“What the fuck happened?”

“I will tear out your throat if you don’t zip it”

“Let’s dance”

“Dance with me?”

“Don’t get all poetic with me”

“You did what?!”

“Oh god”

“Shut the fuck up”

“I’m gonna hit ‘em with my car”

“Don’t follow me”

“You’re killing me”

“I need to go”

“I’m terrified”

“I didn’t do that!”

“Okay so maybe I did something bad…”

“Kiss it? Make it better?”

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“Don’t shut me out”

“This is horrible!”

“This is delicious”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Run!”

“Warm me up?”

“Don’t say that”

“Want to grab a drink?”

“If you say so”

“You saved me”

“I want you”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Turn around!”

“I’m not going to lie to you”

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem”

“How much of that did you drink?”

“Slow down! Slow down!”

“STOP CALLING ME!! JESUS!”

“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!?”

“Something old, something used—new?something blue? Fuck I don’t know”

“Okay this is ridiculous”

“Dance with me, darling?”

“Can you even drive?”

“Your lips are soft”

“I’ve never kissed anyone before”

“Exercise is overrated- fucking hell”

“You’re such a clutz”

“Is that a puppy?”

“I feel like a kid in a candy store, never make me leave”

“I drank your tea, I’m sorry”

“Are you high?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to”

“If I say jump, jump!”

“Fuck! What the hell! God—“

“Did you just run into a wall?”

“You can’t leave me, not after everything that’s just happened!”

“What’s more important your work or me?”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“The first time I saw you I just thought ‘wow your the person I want to share the rest of my life with’”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“When I look at you, I see my world and that scares the shit out of me.”

“You take my breath away,” “…” “y’know, like the song haha”

“Are we on a date right now?

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“You just give me the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at,”

“Not everything can be fixed with duct tape…you know that right?” “Fucking watch me.”

“Did  you just kiss me?”

“Your eyes are as beautiful as Enchanted Eden, your hair as perfect as Roasted Coffee and your lips as bright as Raspberry Bellini.” “Someone has clearly been looking at the dulex colour chart.”

“I would call you an imbecile but that’d be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it.”

“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal     weapon.”

“Kiss me you twat.”

“What cruel irony it is to lose your glasses.”

“That better be an apology pizza I smell, not just some stupid normal pizza.”

“I’m not short, I’m adorable.”

“Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”

“Sometimes I wish you were dead.”

“How the hell did the sand get there?”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“If  I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

Section C:

“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”

“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”

“Well,  that’s tragic.”

“She’s  hiding behind the sofa.”

“What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” “Sounds like a you problem.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“That was kind of hot.”

#50 followers #thank you #prompt list #dialogue prompt #BeautifulBlooms50FollowerEvent

[hinatastinygiant]

6 | Waterspout

Pairing: Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Null & Void

FACTION 7 ~ NSFW CONTENT

"Ugh, come on, harder," Setsuna groans as she grips Sen's hair harder. She looks down, watching as he digs his head closer to her cunt, sucking her clit harder as his fingers fuck her deeper.

"Shit," she moans, her back arching. "Right there."

Sen does as he's told, his tongue darting against her clit faster. She continues to coach him along, encouraging him as she reaches her high.

"Fuck, yes," she cries as she grinds against his face, riding her orgasm as Sen slows down and pulls away. "Now come up here and fuck me."

As he rises to his feet, he looks at her as if he's just seen a ghost. His cock is hard and dripping with precum. Setsuna bites her lip, staring at the bulge in his pants.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he gulps as he allows her to pull him closer. "Jurota-"

"Jurota doesn't need to know anything. I mean, be for real, Sen," she hums, trailing kisses down his neck. As much as his stomach knots up, he's not stopping. He loves the girl standing in front of him, after all. "We can't tell him. Don't you dare tell him anything."

Sen swallows hard as he watches Setsuna bench on her knees before him. "I told him I went to go visit my parents. That's all he needs to know," she sighs as she reaches into his pants and strokes his shaft.

"But," he shudders, leaning his head back. "He's your boyfriend."

"Mhm," she replies, taking his tip into her mouth. She flicks her tongue against his slit before taking him all the way into her throat, his dick throbbing against the sides of her mouth.

"Sh-shit," Sen stutters as his hips buckle. His eyes shut tight as he grips onto her hair, trying his best to control himself. "You do that too fucking well."

Setsuna laughs before pulling off of him, a trail of spit following. "And Jurota would kill me if he found out."

"Y-yeah," he breathes. "He doesn't need to know."

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FACTION 8 ~ Y/N'S P.O.V.

"Kendo?" you knock on your friend's door that night after thinking everything all through. "Are you awake?"

"Mmm," she groans in response. "I guess I am now."

As you step in, Kendo rubs her eyes and rolls over to face you. "What's going on?" she then asks.

"We've got to go," you mutter.

"Go?" she repeats, sitting up in bed. "Go where? What are you talking about?"

"It's, uh, part of my deal with Camie-" you begin, just before she quickly stands up and starts rushing about her room.

"You did something, didn't you?! You pissed her off and now we're on the run, huh?!"

You hate how accurate she is, but you'll convince her to calm down once she's all packed up. So instead of responding, you simply sit there, waiting for her to get her shit together.

"Where are we going?" she then asks, tossing random clothes into her bag.

"To the seventh," you nod. You've already thought your lie out. "There's a Temporary Faction Exchange Program that I've been relocated to. Camie told me earlier."

"Why didn't she tell me this, too? I'm the one who took you in."

"I don't know," you shrug, "all I know is that the Prime Minister will burn your place to the ground if you don't agree."

"God," she mutters, rubbing her forehead. "Then let's get the hell out."

After you've successfully convinced her to pack up her things, you grab your bag and run through the nearby forest to the seventh faction.

"Why," she huffs as she keeps up with you through the dark woods. "Why aren't we going through the checkpoint? If this is part of a government program then-"

"Because," you cut her short as you stop quickly, "Camie doesn't give a crap about either of us. This program is some half thought-up bullshit, okay? There are no inter-faction permits."

"Oh my god," she gulps. "We're going to get caught! We'll-"

Again, you cut her off. This time, after hearing a twig crack somewhere not-so far away, you slam your hand over hers and yank her toward a tree, the two of you hidden behind its massive trunk.

"What are you doing, Y/N? Let go," she whispers as she tries to pull her arm away.

"Shh, someone's coming."

Just then, a flashlight beam shines in the direction of your hiding spot. The two of you are still and silent as a man in a security uniform walks by, shining his light along the way.

"It's Satou," you mutter, just before getting a flashlight shining right in your face.

"Y/N?"

"Uh, no..." you lie as you immediately drop your hands from Kendo and stand up straight.

"What are you doing out here at this hour? Are you trying to cross faction lines?"

"No, sir," you shake your head. "I'm actually, uh, heading back to my house. Just wanted to go for a walk, but now it's late and-"

"And where's your identification, Y/N?"

"Satou, you can't be serious," you groan as Kendo nudges you in the arm, telling you to get out your ID.

"If you're going to lie right to my face then I have no reason to help you," he shakes his head.

"Fine. My friend and I need to get to the seventh for-"

"You can stop there," he cuts you off for what feels like the millionth time. "Come on, let's go."

"Wh-Where?" Kendo gulps as you grab her by the hand.

"Come on."

The three of you then begin walking through the woods, most likely toward the nearest checkpoint. The whole way, Kendo is practically squeezing your hand off and you can't blame her. After everything you've told her, the two of you are now about to be caught and thrown in jail for the rest of your lives.

When Satou finally stops walking, a small town is visible up ahead. But there is no checkpoint in sight.

"Where are we?" you finally ask him.

"In the seventh. You said this is where you needed to go, right?"

"Yeah, but why take me here? You could lose your job," you remind him, though he simply just grins.

"Because your father was my best friend, Y/N," he explains. "He saved my life more times than I can count on my hands. It's the least I can do. And I may not fully understand what goes on in your head, I know you're a good person."

"Thank you," you whisper, giving him a soft smile.

"Of course. Now get out of here before someone comes looking after me," he nods towards a large warehouse nearby.

"Yeah, okay. C'mon, Kendo."

"Thank you!" she waves to him before walking away. "God, that was close."

You simply nod as you reach the door to the abandoned-looking warehouse. "Well, here we go."

"Is this where the program is?" she hums, obviously not buying your silly 'faction exchange program' bullshit anymore, if she ever was to begin with.

"Uh, yeah. After you," you lie as the door opens.

You follow Kendo inside, but she quickly stops before you can even take two steps. "Oh my god!" she shrieks. You and Kendo freeze in place. The last thing you'd ever expect was to catch two people hooking up on the other side of the large space.

"I knew it," Kendo gasps, beginning to pace back and forth. "There was no program. We're running from the-"

"Will you please stop!" you interrupt her, pulling her into an office space, not wanting the two naked people still going at it to hear anything incriminating.

"Y/N, I swear, you better start telling me the truth before I freak the fuck out!"

You bite your lip as you think of what to say. Kendo will not be happy, especially after hearing the whole story.

"Y/N," she warns, "what the hell is going on?"

"I, uh, I don't know where to start."

"Well start somewhere!" she nearly shouts.

"Alright, alright," you sigh. "Remember how I said I made a few friends in prison? Well, that's where I can start..."

Kendo's heart breaks as she listens to all you have to say. You explain everything, starting from the very beginning and not leaving anything out.

Well, there's always one exception.

After the whole story is over, Kendo can barely stand. She has to sit down in the chair, her hands shaking. You sit beside her and pull her into a hug. "I'll do what you need, Y/N," she whispers. "I'll stay here with you, but what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," you shake your head. "Find some moment of vulnerability and expose the whole conspiracy. Those poor people in the prisons... The quirkless... They're being treated worse than animals."

"Okay," she nods.

"You don't have to stay, Kendo. I know you have your store, I could never ask you to give up so much."

"I have to," she answers. "You're my family. You're the most important. I'll do anything for you. We're in this together."

Null & Void

#kaminari x reader #kaminari x you #kaminari x y/n #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x you #denki kaminari x y/n #kaminari #denki kaminari #mha kaminari #bnha kaminari #fanfiction series #ao3 #mha x female reader #mha x reader #mha self insert #x reader #x fem!reader #fanfic #dystopia #dystopian au #my hero academia #fanfiction #null & void

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 27 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

When I get home, I'm not prepared to see Daemon, talking to an Alpha I've never seen before on the driveway.

He's got auburn hair, tattoos along his arms much like Daemon, disappearing into the sleeves of his shirt.

He smokes a cigarette, blowing out after a long drag.

He leans against a black motorcycle.

When I walk up, immediately their conversation stops as they both turn to look at me.

My eyes widen in alarm, clutching my bag tighter as I look down, wanting to avoid eye contact.

I find myself speeding up, quickly walking up the steps of the porch and rushing inside without acknowledging them.

I know it was weird, not subtle at all.

Ugh, why is he here?

I peek out the window, seeing they've gone back to talking.

I kind of want to hear what they're saying so I open it a crack, just enough to pick up some of the conversation.

"Is that the kid Lucien picked up from Blood Creek?" Tristan is saying.

"Yeah."

"He seems shy."

"He is."

"Cute, too."

Daemon grimaces, sending the guy a glare.

"Yeesh, Daemon. Fix that temper of yours."

Daemon scrubs a hand over his face, looking tired.

"I'm trying."

"Yeah right. By the way, where did you go last night at the bonfire?"

Daemon shrugs.

"Nothing important. Just left."

Nothing important? So that's what I am to him?

I shoot him an angry look, though he can't see me.

"Donovan and the others were looking for you."

Daemon shrugs.

"Well, they wanna talk Theo with you. He's been insufferable lately, apparently."

"Isn't he always? Why do they need you to tell me for them, Tristan?" Daemon asks.

"Because you're in one of your moods. You're always in your fucking moods, dude."

"Fuck off," Daemon pushes him roughly as Tristan laughs, coughing on the smoke of his own cigarette.

"You have to smoke that shit in my face?"

"Can't smoke at home anymore. My cat hates the smell."

Daemon sighs in annoyance.

"But seriously, have you talked to Lucien?" Tristan asks.

"Theo's been doing some shady shit. Drug shit."

"You think I don't know? Lucien has other stuff to worry about right now. Dark Moon's been a fucking pain. They wanna expand into our territory."

"It just doesn't sit right with me, dude," Tristan shakes his head.

"That Theo's the next Alpha. It should be you."

"That's impossible. Theo's his son, it's just how it goes."

Tristan frowns.

"You're his son too."

"Barely."

"C'mon. You're not still beating yourself up over that, are you?"

"Tristan," Daemon's voice is filled with warning.

"I'm just saying," Tristan backs off, hands up in defense.

"Well, I gotta head out. Mr. Whiskers is gonna piss all over the floor if I don't feed him soon."

"You're so weird." Daemon shakes his head.

Tristan pulls on his helmet, flipping Daemon off.

"And you have anger issues."

"Get home to your cat, prick," Daemon shoots back as Tristan slings a leg over the bike, turning the gear and speeding off.

I quickly close the window before Daemon turns back to the house, so he won't see it's opened.

I sit underneath it for a while, processing all the information.

So the reason Dark Moon has been a problem is because of territorial expansion, not because of me.

Well, that's a relief.

That means Alpha Ferix doesn't know I'm here.

And that's a good thing.

But I don't get the other stuff they were talking about.

What would Daemon be beating himself up over?

Ugh, so many questions.

But I can't even bring myself to talk to him.

And I'm disappointed Daemon didn't say anything about me.

Like agree with Tristan that I'm cute or something.

Or say 'I was with Ash' not 'nothing important.'

Does that mean I'm not important to him?

These thoughts keep me lying awake in bed that night.

Another unopened message from Daemon lies in wait on my phone and I'm too scared to see what it says.

When I'm finally able to fade off to sleep, it's early morning.

********

I'm back in my old house.

I'm sitting by the fireplace, playing with a dirty one-eyed doll.

My mom sits in the kitchen, rhythmically slicing potatoes.

She keeps at it.

It seems like hours go by.

I watch as the pot she throws them into overflows.

"Mommy," I go over to her, confused.

"Mommy you're done. He said to the top is enough."

She looks up at me, her eyes red with blood.

"It's not enough. It will never be enough for him," her voice is distorted and I flinch back, scared.

That's not how mommy sounds.

The kitchen fades away and my mom is swept up into the darkness.

I'm back down in the basement.

I'm so hungry.

I'm so so so hungry.

I need food.

********

[imhappyascanbe]

i can understand why some folks cheat

i know there is never a good reason to cheat - betraying your partner's trust is an awful thing to do. but I have to admit, I can understand why some people cheat.

i know i've mentioned this before, but my wife has no sex drive. her health is probably borderline. she has no cormorbidities except for the fact the she lost her gallbladder. this women can't keep her mouth shut when it comes to food. she knows she's heavy - she complains about her knees aching, frequent headaches, sits on the couch after dinner...falls asleep on the couch, and I still find myself trying to stay awake when I wait for her in bed. but it ends being me giving up and going to sleep. and i feel like a fool. i want it to stop.

when it comes to her self image, she's not happy with herself and she does nothing about it. she complains clothes look terrible on her (which they do) and she just buys bigger baggier clothes.

I find her body disgusting...from her fat calves, fat knees, ultra wide ass...i can go on and on. when I sit and think about her looks, its a complete turn off. you tell her she's fat...she says she's fat but again, she does nothing to change it.

I thought folks would like to look their best for their spouses. at least try to lose some weight and clean up. not in our relationship. I get up out of bed early in the morning and do my workouts at home. I am getting older and know that I have to keep my body in good shape because it's the only I have.

it just pisses me off that i make the effort to fit in size 32 jeans and she wears underwear larger than me...and she doesn't fucking care. when it comes to her own health, I have no idea how she can sit on the couch every night - snack on whatever she can find in the cupboard and keep adding pounds on that little frame of hers.

it's moments like these that I wish I had the balls to go out and fuck around. lucky for her, i'm not that attractive, i have poor social skills so I really wouldn't know how to get a side piece.

all she has to do is lose 80 pounds (she's already past 230 lbs as of OCT 2022. I don't want a skinny wife...i like curves, but this woman that sits at home - if there weren't children involved...I'd leave her.

[i-am-kone-uzina]

Okay, so Jason just got done telling me about furries.

Neat crowd. Honestly, they kinda sound like the ideal Ajokona: Technology, empathy, daring, and exploration.

Now, am I a furry? Well, to you, I'm basically a 10-foot-tall, 4-eyed, horned-owl-looking humanoid with angel wings, so...maybe? Honestly, when Jason asked this, we both struggled with the answer. I can see the argument to be made, but I don't think I count, in some way. This will probably keep me awake at night for a while. If I decide later that I am, then it's still a non-issue; it's just a definition puzzle for me, really.

Now, for a question that Jason asked out of "scientific curiosity", and I'm totally posting this to bully him: "Can Humans and Ekxina, hypothetically, go absolutely wild in bed together"?

That was his exact wording.

Technically, the shapes are roughly compatible, but on average, we're pretty acidic down there, so it'll probably really hurt. A lot.

"How often does kone Uzina 'go wild in bed'?"

I really hope that wording is as funny in English as it is in Kaskhoruxa, or none of this is landing...

To answer: I don't. Honestly, I'm far more interested in the poetry people try to use to get me there. Is this average for an Ekxina? Absolutely not lol; I'm sort of an outlier, I think. That sort of thing for most Ekxina is a lot more casual and way less taboo than it seems to be with Jason's people. It's literally such a casual thing for us that our language has no insults for sexual frequency (unlike Jason's native language), because who really cares? Still, not really something I'm into, and that's okay. It's like one person being into pottery, while another person isn't.

"How often does kone Jason 'go wild in bed'?" I ask in return.

And he won't say, lol.

See, he asks me this piss, and then does not want to answer for himself, and then thinks I won't fucking bully him on this hellsite about it. If it's such an embarrassing question for him, then it's weird that he's so cool about asking me, right? The context of my culture doesn't matter here; that's just hilarious. He has to put this question through the lens of his own culture and mine before thinking to ask this, so this should have been an easy answer. Again, whether he does or not, it doesn't matter to me; his embarrassment and nervousness is entirely his own, assuming that phrase translates correctly. Might be a conversation rule that I don't know yet.

Anyways, we probably won't get an answer for that one. But yeah, for all you "monster fuckers" out there (yes, I learned of this amazing term lol), you might be especially daring to try one of us out lmao.

Just want to reiterate: nobody asked this from the inbox; this is being posted entirely because Jason nervously stammered for 5 minutes after I asked him his own question.

Real quick though: nobody else is allowed to bully him; he's seriously super kind, honestly. He's literally on a planet that is alien to him, immersed in a brand-new culture, and hasn't seen another Human in almost a year now. He literally did a speedrun learning Kaskhoruxa before coming down from orbit, and has a cool accent from it, too. I can't blame him for being a little awkward; it's sort of endearing, really. He's doing better than I would on Earth. I'd be too busy freaking out about the fucking clouds in the sky, and struggling to stand up in the high gravity.

Much respect for this guy, but that wasn't gonna stop me from posting this lol. Also, he totally knows that I'm posting this; he had to help me translate most of this into English. He's fucking mortified, but is otherwise fine with this.

#oc blog #world building #conlang #spec bio #monster fucker #furry character

[nikkoliferous]

me: this newest trailer was definitely an improvement over any of the previous ones

also me: *proceeds to rant about multiple scenes that annoyed the shit out of me*

#here's the thing #i don't really like any of the trailers to start with #like i don't watch any of the trailers and think 'man this is so good! I'm so excited!' #and that's just like... an instinctual reaction as I'm watching #that's how i feel before i even get into actually dissecting and analyzing the scenes #which is a process that inevitably results in 'thing that kind of rubbed wrong' becoming #'thing that keeps me awake at night because i can't stop thinking about how pissed off i am' #yes this is about mobius never letting loki get a word in edgewise #talky talky indeed #and also the implication that loki doesn't usually take things seriously #i thought you'd studied his entire life?? why are you still so dumb about him? #and other scenes that irritate me but that we've seen before so apathy has begun to set in #so yes #this is how i feel about what qualifies to me as a 'good' loki series trailer at this point #because the bar is quite literally (as mobius would say!) in hell #good fight marvel 👍‍‍ #loki tv series #mobius m mobius shut tf up challenge 2k21 #mcu #into the larryverse

[taechaos]

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

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[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

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[dream-a-little-bigger-darling000]

You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.

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[bwoahtastic]

alright let me sprinkle some tiny ✨Daniel angst✨ into the runaway au (but it just ends in fluff ofc)

one day while playing with Daniel in the garden, Noah accidentally trips over one of the pool tiles and scratches his knees and palms a bit, nothing tragic, but he starts crying and won't stop no matter how hard Daniel tries to soothe him. He carries Noah inside and he's too afraid to call for max who he knows is sleeping upstairs, bc for sure max will be mad at him for letting his pup get hurt. Noah is still crying and then Max does walk in, mother instincts and all lol, and Daniel's guiltily shying away when Max takes Noah into his arms - and to make it worse for Dan, the toddler instantly starts calming down once he's held by max and listens to the soothing things his meymey whispers. Daniel doesn't get it bc he did the exact same thing, why did he only make it worse? 🥺

Him distancing himself a bit for all the rest of the day and then at night, when he's laying awake in bed and thinking that max probably won't let him play with Noah again, he suddenly hears a soft knock on his door & max steps inside, asking if they could talk? Daniel thinking oh shit, Max's probably pissed at him. But Max looks sad for some reason and Daniel pushes himself up when Max sits down on his bed. (& Dan tries hard to not think about how pretty max looks sitting there on his bed in the dim lights, swimming in an ridiculously oversized shirt of Daniel's)

He's completely confused when Max quietly asks him if they did something wrong, why daniel was acting so weird the whole evening?

And Daniel sadly asks "are you not mad at me, for making Noah cry?"

Max wouldn't understand ksks just blinks slowly, "Why would I be mad? He fell, it happens."

Daniel sniffles, he feels so damn useless and helpless and dumb, bc he isn't actually cut out for this dad thing is he, not if he can't even comfort his pup, "But I should have watched him more. And he cried and I didn't know what to do, and he wouldn't stop crying, he must hate me now-"

Max suddenly chuckling lowly before he goes to softly say, "kids cry all the time, daniel. seriously, all the time. Noah loves you."

"But... but I couldn't get him to stop crying, no matter what I did, I'm sorry."

Max telling him that he has nothing to be sorry for, seriously, and whispers "You make him laugh all the time... you make him happy." before very softly adding, "And me too."

Daniel melts on the spot sksksk and holds out his arm to let max take his hand but Max surprises him by leaning to shyly nuzzle into him 🥺

NNGGGG

Noah is definitely a clumsy kid and he loooves playing outside with Dan! Noah just running around and he just trips and falls and the scare is just too much🥺 And Dan would be scared and anxious too and that's why he can't soothe little Noah🥺

But he is soo anxious and afraid Maxy will be upset for not watching the pup better🥺

Maxy and his mommy instincts coming down the moment he hears Noah cry and he instantly tuts and reaches for the little one, hugging him close and Noah instantly calms down when Max kisses his little hands.

But the moment Dan hands Noah over, he leaves and ignores them for the remainder of the day because he feels so bad for letting Noah down😭 but little does he know, Noah keeps asking Max and Lando for Dan cos he wants to play cars with him and sit on his lap during the movie but Dan doesn't come out and it makes little Noah sad, and Max as well😭

Sndben Maxy in one of Dan's big shirts and being so shy when he sits on the edge of Dan's bed and tucks his knees up. Daniel being so confused Max thinks he did something wrong. And Maxy just softly taking Dan's hand and whispering kids really do cry all the time and that it's normal, thqt Noah already forgot about it again and was asking for him🥺🥺

AND MAX ADMITTING DAN IS THE REASON NOAH AND HIMSELF ARE SO HAPPY ENDBEJD

And the shy cuddles nnnggg I can't deal!! Max just softly purring and nosing into Dan's neck and then suddenly jumping off the bed and Dan thinks he did something wrong.

But then a sleepy little torpedo toddler comes into in the room and climbs on the bed and Dan does check Noah's little hands but he seems fine and happily cuddles up on his chest.

Max carrying in Sophie's crib too and just placing it close to the bed before crawling back in and they have their first ever proper little family pack night, just softly cuddling and surrounding them with happy smells...

#asks #runaway au: baby boom

[deathwishdaydream]

Dear Universe, Up Yours!

Chapter 8

I was suddenly awakened by a pair of arms shaking me gently. My eyes had opened patiently, as they still felt tired and dry, but I saw Gerard standing in front of me with urge. The desperation on his face went away as he noticed that I was finally awake. I stretched a bit, my arms and legs, then neatly sat up on the bed, staring beseechingly at him with confusion. I was also a bit pissed that I didn't wake up naturally. Like, by myself. I was an awfully tired person and was convinced it was an abnormal kind of tired. I needed a lot of sleep. Especially more than usual, due to the events of last night. It kind of felt like a fever dream. A nightmare. Oh shit. That actually happened. It did, didn't it? It did. I really fucking screwed up and murdered somebody last night. I wish it was a nightmare. But I quickly realized that it wasn't once I had woken up to Gerard in the tacky motel uniform shirt and behind him, the smoothly painted white walls of the nicer motel we checked in to. The motel that I didn't kill anyone by.

"We gotta go, c'mon," he says quietly, walking towards the door. He says this like in a rush, but it was still very calm. I noticed before that he had a folded map in his hand. I guess he found one then. I followed him and we both left the room, going to the lobby. It didn't take too long to check out, and I used the stolen money from the night before to pay.

We left the building and to the parking lot, getting inside the car. Gerard paused a bit. He looked out his window, and I adjusted my position to look at him from the side. He had soft, sad eyes, his eyebrows slightly upturned, and looking back again, his eyes were a little watery. And at this moment, I didn't know what was worse. Killing a human being or messing up Gerard's purity.

I thought about the blood again. Splatting on Gerard's face. His eyes opening as it stopped. His mouth opening as he realized. It kept replaying, over and over. Me stabbing the guy and the blood landing on Gerard's sweet, innocent baby face. I kept thinking about how much I ruined it, ruined him. It kind of felt like inanely knocking down red paint onto a remarkable painting you've worked endlessly with immoderate toil, ruining the whole goddamn thing. That's what it felt like. Really.

"I can't stop thinking about... it," he finally said, which brought me back to this moment, right now, giving the atmosphere some kind of volume. I watched his face become even sadder. But in a dull, very desperate way. And it was like I could still see the blood on his face even though he had probably washed it off so intensely. In my eyes, it was too visible. "I know you did it for me, to protect me, and the more I try to let it go and try to convince myself that everything's fine, it backfires and I become more paranoid." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm so sorry I dragged you into this," I replied gently. I really was. I really didn't mean it. I kind of wished I didn't run away with him and just left by myself. Then I wouldn't have to see his face as sad as it is right now. He looked at me, watery hazel eyes straight into mine. When his eyes were lamentably filled with those impermissible tears, it kind of hurt my heart. And it was no exaggeration because I actually felt an ache in my chest as I saw him. When they were filled with tears, I couldn't even pay attention to his irises. I couldn't. Because all I saw was the raw red where the white was supposed to be around them. Seeing him look so broken, and knowing I have done this, makes me hate myself right now. I keep thinking, "What have I done?"

"Don't be," he finally said. I knew I was still going to be sorry, no matter what reassurance he says. He looked at me, then gave me some kind of weak smile. But it came off his melancholic, velvety lips as he wiped his eyes dry painfully with his thin, pale fingers. He left both his hands down on his lap, looking pensively at the window. And then, after a rather long pause, he added blankly, as if it were nothing important at all, "We're visiting my brother."

"What?" I asked immediately to his abrupt declaration, as he turned on the engine, putting on his seatbelt, making me do so as well. As in 'Glendale' brother? California brother? He started to drive out of the parking lot and went back on the road. What the fuck, what the fuck are we doing.

"Gerard, all the way to California, isn't that a bit... excessive?" I finally said, but he didn't respond at all. It was like I had said nothing. "What if we don't have enough money? We need gas, food, all that shit to travel across the country by car," I added frantically.

He doesn't say anything after, which completely agitated me. However, I decided to let it go. Unexpectedly, of course. Again, I was a very impatient person. But I mean, he just witnessed a person stab someone in the head. And it was me. I'm sure he's not okay. I'm not either. I don't really feel like myself at all right now. I murdered someone. And usually, I'd be yelling at him if he kept ignoring me. But the pain on his face before had made me feel so sorry for him. It was my fault what had happened.

If he wants to go to California and visit his brother, then he will.

He made a U-turn and the rest of the drive was mostly straight ahead, and maybe just a few turns at different times. The silence was just deafening me. And I couldn't tell if my stomach hurt from hunger or it just ached. Either way, I wanted the feeling gone. I wanted the silence gone.

I opened up the glove box and grabbed one cassette. I examined it for a bit, then I decided to put it in the player of the car, adjusting the volume knob shortly after. Maybe this would do... something, at least.

The music heavily filled the car now, and I didn't have to experience the same grueling silence as before. I recognized the song that was playing once I heard the chords of the acoustic guitar. "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" by The Smiths. As soon as it played, Gerard started to tap on the steering wheel with his finger in rhythm with the song. The cassette was a mix tape, probably one that he made himself. His music taste was pretty remarkable.

I started to mumble the lyrics as my head rested on my palm, my right arm on the armrest of the door. And soon, we both started to loudly sing the chorus and eventually the entire song. We threw our arms around, looked, and pointed at each other occasionally as we sang along really badly. He sometimes took his eyes off the road to look at me as we did. It was like we were a few extremely drunk bums at a karaoke bar or something. Though, it was a better, cheerful moment than the events that happened before. I felt a little better, knowing Gerard broke out of his whole silent trance. His voice was gorgeous too, even though he exaggerated it for the fun of it. He really had potential, and hearing him sing like that had made me feel something again.

The song ended afterward and I decided to take out the tape, knowing that the small bond formed by the singing would make the silence we'd have between us comfortable, at least, if it continued.

I smiled at him, then looked out the window and we passed a familiar building. Wait, what the fuck? I looked back and then turned my head quickly to the front, and more buildings I remembered from Belleville came into sight. Fuck! Is he taking us back? What if he goes to the police? Is he taking me to the police? What the fuck is he doing?

I looked at him and noticed that his grip on the steering wheel was relentlessly tightened.

"Gerard," I said firmly. I was getting angry. I knew it. I forgot about everything before so suddenly. "Why are we going back?" No goddamn response. "Don't do what I think you're doing."

"I thought you said we were in this together, and you weren't going to leave me!" I continued, seeing Gerard's eyes water once more. Goddammit, his fucking eyes.

I looked out the window, nature and green in the view. I saw many familiar buildings and stores. We were definitely back in Belleville.

"G-" I huffed as he turned right, slowing down, and when I was about to complain once more, I froze entirely.

"Glendale Cemetery & Mausoleums"

Oh.

"We're visiting my brother," he said.

Oh...

He parked by the street, and got out of the car, shutting the door after. He bent over to look at me through the window. I opened my door and slammed it closed as I got out, walking beside him. Complete, utter silence once again. Oh shit. His brother.

We walked on the soft, deep grass, passing by many headstones. The ground was a bit unstable as we walked. The weather was chilly and the sun was covered by dull gray clouds as the air was filled with a strong petrichor scent. Gerard finally stopped by one headstone, standing in front of it and looking downwards, hands in pockets. I looked over to see what it read.

"In

Loving Memory of

MICHAEL WAY

Beloved Son, Brother, and Grandson

September 10, 1980 - November 7, 1993"

Wait, '1980-1993?' 13 years old? And just last year?

"I'm sorry," I finally said. I truly regretted stressing him out further by nearly yelling at him when we were in the car. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"It's... fine," he replied dully, continuing to stare at the gray of the headstone, his own brother's name carved into it. Gerard wasn't fine. His face looked a bit pale like this was the first time seeing the grave.

"Wh-what happened?" He was young, it could've been an accident. Maybe he tragically got run over by a car while crossing the street.

He gulped, a long silence following shortly after.

"Drug overdose," he eventually replied, voice cracking toward the end.

Fuck. What the fuck. What had happened? Was it some accident? Was he sick and took too much without knowing?

Gerard kneeled down, pressing his hand softly on the tomb.

"I'm back," he began. "Just a few days later than my weekly visit, so... I'm sorry about that.

"I miss you. Death has taken you when you were too young to even understand how it is or what it does. What it does to you, what it does to me... I can't believe it's been more than a year," he sighed, pausing for a second. "I'm running away from here. This place, this town, it's too traumatizing. Every time I mindlessly go around the house and open the room to your door... I'm always brought back to it. That sight was something I never expected, nor anything I thought I'd ever see in my entire life. The fact that death can take someone at a time after someone else is feeling cheerful and- and ecstatic, trying to get to you, you feel numb. You've forgotten what the happiness was and all you see is your dead brother on the floor, froth coming out from his mouth." He began to sob, breathing unstable, and his hand that was on the tomb, trembling, yet gripping it tightly as if it were the only thing that could save his life.

"Y-you had your wh-whole life in front of y-you, you-you still had s-so much to do because you were just thirteen! Thirteen... I... I remember you were so excited to become a teenager... And I know that you'll-you'll never be back and I'd have to make a deal with the devil to do so, but know this, I... I love you so much and I miss you every day. I think about you constantly and I try not to be sad, but that's all I can be, knowing you're truly gone. I'm sorry I-I failed you, and I should've watched over you. I'm sorry my own sadness rubbed off you and you understood what those pills could do. No thirteen-year-old should ever know what those things do.

"I'm sorry... And I love you with all my heart and I miss you dearly. I'll come back soon, I promise." he finished, tears running violently down his cheek. This was so heartbreaking. I had wished my assumptions before were right, that it was some innocent accident. I felt so bad for Gerard and his family, hell, even Mikey. But I don't know if Gerard wanted my pity or anything. Coming from a family that avoided problems at all times, optimism was essentially forced. So of course, I did not know what I was supposed to do for Gerard at this moment.

I think being at a cemetery and hearing Gerard speak to his brother made me realize how much I hated cemeteries. Honestly. His brother was practically buried in the ground with other dead people. And I know it's kind of fucked up to see it that way, but that's what it really was. Mikey was buried by people who died of old age, drowning, suicide, murder, cancer, and disease. He was just buried in the ground where kids or animals will just mindlessly walk over. Everyone else was. And I feel shitty for calling everyone else 'everyone else' because they have a name and probably have even more meaningful lives than my own. And I hate how people just put makeup on the body for the viewing. They can't leave it the fuck alone if you're putting them in a casket and underground anyway. I never really got that. People were messing with dead bodies to make them presentable. And I know that maybe they'd be happy to be buried in their favorite attire, but it just didn't seem right at all. I began to think about how people would cremate their loved ones instead. I thought that was more ethical. Instead of rotting and decomposing with the bugs eating at your flesh, you could just be ashes and be scattered out in the dirt or the ocean or the wind instead. In my opinion, it felt more right to just be buried underground, casket eaten by termites, and body being decomposed. It just seemed right.

I looked at the boy next to me. He looked much smaller this way, weeping silently, his hand covering his mouth so tragically. It fucking hurt me. Seeing him upset always did. And I wasn't some kind of empath or had much sympathy for others, but when I saw Gerard like this, it was like I was also breaking. So I did the only thing I thought to do. I leaned down and hugged Gerard, and instantly, his arms quickly and tightly embraced my whole person, his sobbing crescendoing. His head was buried in my neck and I felt his warm tears on my skin. It was really depressing. I thought I was going to cry. But I didn't. He then pulled afterward once finally calming down. I looked at his face. I was able to see his hazel eyes, glazed by his tears, and it somehow made them look even more beautiful. But it was still so miserable.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him gently. I knew it was a stupid question. It was personal and he probably didn't just want to say it aloud again. He was probably used to saying that his brother was at school or something, before what happened.

"I didn't think such words could come out of my mouth to another person asking about my brother," he replied, tearfully. Hearing his voice like this was even worse. It made me feel like my stomach was crashing in on itself and my heart was being ruthlessly torn. "We were really close."

"I'm so sorry," I said. I hated how that was the only thing I could say and probably the only thing he hears every time it was brought up to somebody. I was still extremely shocked by his brother's death, his age, the cause. I wish there were things better to say than 'I'm sorry,' but it was difficult. I never really confronted someone in this sort of way and I could never fully understand it and empathize. So I felt even more miserable saying the same, basic thing he hears all the time.

"I remember I got back home from the comic book shop," he started, smiling slightly. It was a very weak, forced smile. "I was s-so excited to show Mikey these cool, limited edition comics that I bought for us to read." His smile turned into a frown, eyes soft and glossy, and started to quiver. The way his voice formed words, he still wept. "I walked home... And I excitedly opened the door to his room to show him the comics... And then... I saw him...

"He was laying on the floor, eyes dead and wide open, one of his glasses lenses broken from a fall. There were two pill bottles around him, and there was froth coming out of his mouth. I screamed. I screamed so loud and I remember my parents rushed in, looking at the sight. I fell to my knees, and I cried. I cried, I cried so fucking loud and so fucking much. I never knew that he would do this. I knew that he was having a hard time at school, and was being bullied, but I didn't know it was that excessive to the point where he would kill himself. Sometimes I think it was an accident and he didn't know what those were because he was that young. I fucking failed as a big brother. I should've paid attention to him more, I remember the day before, he was acting a bit off, but I didn't look that deep into it. I feel fucking terrible and there's nothing I could do to have him back."

I grabbed his hands. I know this was another thing that he hears all the time, but it was purely vital. "Listen. Don't blame yourself. You didn't fail as a big brother. It was so abrupt that you didn't know it was ever going to happen. That's the thing. Nobody ever knows when someone is going to do that, so the best we can do is just try to confront someone if they act a little out of the ordinary." I said, looking into his tragic eyes. "He was so young, and he didn't deserve it. In fact, nobody ever deserves that feeling and that kind of death. I'm so sorry about everything, but someday you have to move on from grieving and know that you didn't do anything wrong."

My right hand let go of his left to place it on his shoulder, rubbing it a bit. "You'll be okay. I promise."

I stood up, and put my hand in front of him. He looked up at me for a while, his tears still drying. But then he finally took hold of my hand, pulling himself up. His eyes were still a bit wet with his eyelashes all sparkly, but I could see a bit of faith in his eyes. It was a corny thing to say, but nothing else could really explain it. It was extraordinary. There was a slight curve at the end of his lips, as they gradually formed a smile. It looked like he believed what I said, even though deep down he still hadn't. That part was what killed me inside. But I smiled back at him and then we walked on the grass, back to the car.

We got inside the car and Gerard turned on the engine and shifted the gear as we finally drove away. And he was getting out of Belleville, I knew the road.

Before I could even be optimistic about anything, I realized how horrible I was for killing that man. I could have just punched him, taken the gun, and ran away. But what if I was too scared of it and didn't want to touch it? And if I kicked it away, would it have gone off, shooting someone? Shooting Gerard? The worst part is, this is the second time Gerard has ever seen a dead body, and for me, this is my first. And if death had reminded Gerard of his brother, then this whole situation is just shit. Why couldn't I have thought of a better way to escape the man? Why did I have to kill him, right in front of Gerard? Why couldn't I have checked in the drawer for our room key so we wouldn't have to go to the back of the building for a more idiotic plan? It's so hard for my brain to process that I killed somebody. I stabbed someone in the head with a knife, leaving him to bleed out and die. If this version of me told the version of myself seconds before it even happened that I killed a guy, they wouldn't believe me. I wouldn't believe me.

I couldn't imagine how Gerard felt with all this heavy stuff upon him. I realized how much of a burden I was to him. I got him to drive us away from town, disobeying his parents, and I just murdered a man. His second time witnessing death in front of his eyes. It's so crazy to even think about right now. I felt that if I just left him, I wouldn't be bringing him the insane problems he doesn't deserve. What if I have been making everything worse for him since the start? I knew right now I was beginning to hate myself, more than I ever had. But what I hated more was how much shit Gerard's been through. The universe can just go fuck itself.

#gerard way x reader #gerard way #mcr fanfiction #mcr fic #mcr #my chemical romance #gender neutral fanfic #dear universe up yours

[thedashingcaptainweird]

The "Newlyweds" Game: Max and Orion

I was tagged a while ago by @the-lastcall (thank you!) and had loads of fun doing this, and even drew a silly little thing. You should try it with your special couple!

(Also, Max and Orion aren't married, it's just the name of the game 😆)

1. Who can outdrink the other?

Orion: He's gonna say it's me, so he can maintain the mysterious and sophisticated air of a man who doesn't get wild on vices. But that guy could drink a handle of Glacial Aged and still recite the six pillars of Scientism. Even if he has renounced them.

Max: Me, no question. Orion starts to fall asleep after half a glass of wine. It's rather sweet, honestly.

2. Who says “I love you” more?

Orion: Who tits for tats on something like that? I say it, he says it, and not a minute goes by that I don't know it's true.

Max: I don't think I could possibly repay the 'I love you's" he impresses upon me, though I try. The DeSotos were a much… quieter and emotionally withheld set than my dear Captain, and we didn’t say it very often.

3. Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Orion: Me. Can you blame me? I slept alone for 74 years. And yes. I know I was only in the tube for 70.

Max: Orion.

4. Who swears more?

Orion: I think we'd both earn an R rating if we were in a movie.

Max: Me.

5. Who does more of the housework?

Orion: SAM.

Max: The automechanical. And me.

6. Who forgets their anniversary?

Orion: Max, but I seriously don't mind. It just means I get to look the chivalrous hero when I plan some winning set up, and I get to see that sly smile of his.

Max: Time is an illusion after all. What matters is how we spend each present moment, and I feel we do well by that measure.

7. Who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Orion: Me

Max: I hope you’ll pardon my ignorance, but what does “duvet” mean?

8. Who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Orion: As far as I know, neither of us?

Max: I've never been awakened by it, if it happens. And I do believe Orion would do me the courtesy of letting me know if I snored. I doubt he'd let me live it down.

9. Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Orion: Hey, Max heavily implied I should bring that weird little mutt onboard. Him and Felix. Little thing gives me the creeps. But what am I gonna do… say no to Felix and Max?

Max: Did he tell you that I begged him to keep Anubis? Because… guilty as charged. The canid is quite a sharp little fellow, and a good companion. I'd do it again.

10. Who usually makes dinner?

Orion: It's one of my favorite things to do.

Max: Orion. It seems to make him very happy, and admittedly he's much better at it than I am. But helping him do it, being a part of the process, I find I enjoy that immensely

11. Who plays their music out loud?

Orion: Me. It isn't like Halcyon...ites? Halcyoners…? It isn't like people in Halcyon actually have real music. I mean it wasn't even all that great in my time. I go back a couple centuries for the good stuff.

Max: He plays these incredibly theatrical, over the top, but admittedly catchy ballads and sings along with them with great enthusiasm. It's quite a spectacle. Old Earth music had a lot of heart.

12. Who hogs the bathroom?

Orion: me

Max: It takes him an obscenely long time to get ready for the day.

13. Who gives the most compliments?

Orion: Max

Max: Orion

14. Who usually starts/causes arguments between you?

Orion: Used to be Max. Now? I honestly couldn't tell ya. We don't tiptoe around our differences anymore. I’ll tell him anything, even if that means telling him he's pissing me off

Max: Likely me. You know how I can be.

15. Who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Orion: I guess I'd be worried about embarrassing anyone in public. I want him to feel safe and confident with me. But, I guess I'm a bit much sometimes… over the top? Flamboyant? Anyway not much seems to embarrass him anymore.

Max: Embarrassment is in the mind, and comes from an inability to let go of our own sense of self importance.

16. Who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Orion: It's probably weird that I still call him Preacher, isn't it?

Max: Is it strange that I still use Captain from time to time?

17. Who fusses over the other when they get sick?

Orion: He is so gentle and kind when I'm sick. It's almost too much. More than I deserve.

Max: "Fuss" isn't a strong enough word for what Orion does. Every time I get so much as a fucking splinter you'd think the universe was crashing down around us and only he had the power to stop it.

18. Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Orion: I can't stay mad at him

Max: I can't stay mad at him

19. Who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Orion: Look. If you’re scared, there is no person in the star system… probably the universe… who is going to keep you safer than Max.

Max: Orion provides an emotional security and comfort that I am entirely unused to, on a level that I’m not sure can be matched by any other human being. In terms of actual physical protection and safety? His strengths lie elsewhere.

20. Who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Orion: I think most people would be surprised how physically “passionate” he is. I mean, imagine his enthusiasm out on the tossball pitch or in a fray… and turn that into something intimate. It’s. Uh. Really something.

Max: I’m sure he’s telling you all sorts of sordid details, but that simply isn’t my style. You’ll have to use your imagination.

#captain orion augustus #maximillian desoto #the outer worlds #my art #maximillian desoto/male captain