#I was enjoying tagging along for the fun too much to resist. :P

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-5 Mina Arc; Crossing the Red Line... tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

"Eh? What do you mean you're not going?" Sana's loud shriek echoed across the dining room.

"Exactly that. My parents said they have some business to finish up, so I don't have any other reason to go."

Mina avoided everyone's curious gaze and just played with her food, waiting for a response. She couldn't possibly look Sana in the eye now, not when she's just making an excuse to get fucked by her best friend's wife.

Breaking the silence, Jihyo speaks up. "Well... if that's her decision, then just leave her be. Besides, it's not like she'll be alone here. We'll be back in a day or two after visiting our own families, and Tzuyu will be with her. Right Tzu?"

A distracted Tzuyu looks up at Jihyo, managing a small nod and a strained smile. Beside her, Nayeon chimes in.

"You could use this chance to get closer together! Y'know? Since you two are the most introverted among us, you barely speak to each other alone, much less hang out."

Underneath the table, Mina's foot rubs sensually against Tzuyu's legs, trailing up her thighs to rest on her now growing bulge. To her credit, Tzuyu manages to act casually, clearing her throat to pass off the groan that threatens to escape her lips. She tries her hardest to follow the conversation as Mina plays with her cock, teasingly rubbing it with her foot, sometimes trying to stroke it between her toes.

"Ahh! That's true! Mitaaaan~ Take care of my Tzu Tzu for me okay?"

With that, Mina couldn't resist. She flashed a wicked smile as she says, "Oh, don't worry Sana. I'll take good care of your wife."

When the others finally moved on to other topics, her foot pressed harder on Tzuyu's cock, catching her attention.

With her sultry gaze on Tzuyu's own, Mina took a strawberry between her teeth, savoring it's taste as she sensually rolled it over her tongue before taking a bite. Her smile widens as she feels Tzuyu's cock twitch against her sole, urging her to tease the maknae even more. A warm sensation fills her stomach as Tzuyu's innocent doe eyes darken, staring at her in hunger...

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"You sure you don't want to come with me babe? I'm sure mom and the others would be happy to see you." Chaeyoung asks as she zips up her bags.

"I'm sure. Go have fun."

Mina's icy demeanor draws a frown from Chae. "Hey... Are you still mad? I said I was sorry. I really was too tired yesterday."

And the day before that. Even last week. That's always your excuse. With a sigh, Mina faced her wife.

"It's fine. I just... need time for myself. Don't worry about me." She flashes Chae with what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

Chae nods along, taking Mina's hands in her own. "I'll be back before you know it. Take care okay? I Love You."

The tenderness in her voice made Mina's stomach twist with guilt. "I... love you too." Halfheartedly she waves, watching as Chaeyoung leaves.

I do love you... but... I need this.

Just one weekend... I'll come back to you when I'm satisfied, I promise. But for now...

Gomen ne.

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"Take care you two!"

"We'll be back soon!"

"Bye bye!"

....

*Click*

As soon as the vans were out of sight, Mina found herself pinned against the front door, her lips claimed ardently by Tzuyu's own.

"*Tsup* Mhhhm~" Small moans escape Mina's lips in between Tzuyu's kisses, each kiss filled with so much passion, so much hunger it made her head spin.

She can feel Tzuyu's body heat up against hers as she gets pinned harder against the door, eliminating any semblance of space in between them.

"Uhhh... Tzu~" Another moan. This time, Tzuyu catches her lower lip in between her teeth and tugs playfully, making Mina's breath hitch in anticipation.

"Mmmph~ *Tsup* uhh~ You've been such a fucking tease all day... Time for your punishment... Unnie~"

She sucks quite harshly on Mina's pulse point, making her knees buckle. In an effort to stay upright, she clings tightly around the younger woman's neck, hands grasping Tzuyu's hair as she draws her even closer. "*Gasp* Uhh~ Tzu... R-right there baby... I- mmm~"

When Tzuyu's tongue swipes against her bottom lip, she lets her in. Sparks fly the very moment their tongues meet, and all the blood drains from Mina's head, pooling down to the growing heat in her lower stomach.

Fuck... She tastes so... Good. It was all so dizzying, so overwhelming. Her intoxicating scent... Her soft lips... Her searing touch.

It took all that Mina had to kiss back and stay upright, but when she feels Tzuyu's hands explore her body, from the mounds of her breasts, to the curves of her hips, all the way down her exposed thighs... When she feels Tzuyu grind her hips slowly against hers... She had the vague thought that maybe, she might actually pass out, right here in front of their doorstep.

Thankfully, Tzuyu tucks Mina's legs up to her waist and lifts her up, bringing her across the hall and into a room without breaking the kiss. When Tzuyu shoves her down onto the bed, it registers in Mina's mind where exactly her younger lover had taken her.

It was her and Chaeyoung's room, she was on top of their bed. N-no... please not here.

As if she could read Mina's mind, Tzuyu smirks. She quickly takes off all her clothes and throws them away somewhere before eagerly diving back in.

"Like what you see, unnie?~"

All manner of protests died within seconds as Tzuyu trailed open mouthed kisses along the length of Mina's jaw, down to her porcelain smooth neck and collarbone. "Uhh... T-tzu~ uhhhmmm..."

Her hands rake along the toned expanse of the younger woman's back, marveling at how each curve and muscle ripples beneath her fingertips.

Her mind was in utter disarray. Every kiss, every breath, makes her mind draw blank. The feeling of their bodies pressed firmly against each other makes Mina want more...

No... It makes her need more... and so she wantonly bucks her hips, seeking some sort of friction.

Ever so attentive, Tzuyu takes note of Mina's body language, shifting to slide a leg between the older girl's. Experimentally, she rocks forward into the girl beneath her, and the resulting jolt of pleasure makes Mina dizzy with arousal.

Wanting to feel even more, Mina needily whimpers. She bucks her hips up again, harder this time, and with a desperate moan, starts to grind against Tzuyu's thighs.

But Tzuyu is not having it.

Grasping Mina's wrists, she pinned the desperate wife's arms down onto the bed, smirking as she shakes her head. "Mmm~ bad girl..."

Tzuyu's husky voice made Mina's pussy gush. She grinds her thigh hard against Mina's clothed center, causing the older girl to freeze and let out a needy whine, startled and very much turned on by the younger's display of dominance.

She feels Tzuyu's smirk widen against her neck before sucking on her pulse point once more, this time hungrier that the last. She sucks hard enough to leave a mark, making Mina hiss and moan as she digs her nails into Tzuyu's back. Then, Tzuyu whispers, into Mina's ear, each breath sending shivers from Mina's spine down to her very core.

"Mmm... I'm in charge here unnie. I'm going to take you right here... on your bed with Chae. I'm gonna make you think of me everytime you're with her, and by the end of this day, I'll make you forget her name."

H-how cruel...

And yet, Mina's legs open a tad bit wider, her arms draw Tzuyu even closer, and her panties get so much wetter. What should have been "Please, not here, not like this..." became,

"Mmm~ Make love to me Tzu..."

Tzuyu smiles, knowing full well she has Mina under her control. Smoothly she removes Mina's nightgown, leaving her only in her black laced bra and panties.

She gulps as the moonlight strikes Mina's fair skin, exposing her in all her ethereal beauty. Her face was flushed a bright ruby red. Her eyes, while half lidded was just as enticing. Her chest heaves heavily up and down, matching the rhythm of her breathless gasps.

Unable to resist, Tzuyu lunges forward once again, sucking along Mina's neck, the scent of Jasmine filling her senses. Mmm~ she smells so good.  She makes her way lower, down to Mina's bra clad breasts, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Savoring the moment, she slowly runs her lengthy fingers across Mina's heated skin, quickly followed by gentle nips that make the Japanese girl gasp and close her eyes. When she arrives at Mina's clothed breasts, she glances up, a silent question in her eyes.

Mina simply nods once, wantonly arching her chest up. With her consent, Tzuyu then lowers her head, tongue darting out to lick at the valley between Mina's breasts as she reaches around to unclasp the older girl's bra. She smoothly undoes the hooks and throws it away, revealing Mina's perky breasts in all its glory.

Mina covered her breasts and looked away, her cheeks blushing a shy crimson. She was a little bit self conscious of her figure, her inner thoughts comparing herself to Sana. However, those thoughts soon became meaningless.

"You're beautiful Mina-yah. Never think otherwise." The tenderness in Tzuyu's voice made Mina's heart skip a beat. Tzuyu then cups her cheeks and kisses her tenderly. "Show me... Please~?"

Mina bites her lips shyly as she removes her hands and bares everything to her lover.

Without preamble, Tzuyu dives down and takes a soft pink nipple into her mouth. Her mouth forms a seal as her tongue twirls cravenly around the sensitive bud, relishing in the sinful sounds that escape Mina's sweet sweet mouth.

"Uhh god~ yes Tzuyu-ah~"

With a mischievous smirk, Tzuyu takes the glistening nipple between her teeth and pulls, making Mina gasp and curse. She arches her back as she grips the sheets hard, one hand tangling against the younger's raven locks.

Smiling widely, Tzuyu plants tender kisses along the valley between Mina's breasts, each kiss searing every contact. She runs her tongue across before latching onto the other, now erect nipple.

Sucking lightly, her other hand reaches up and gropes Mina's other breast, flicking the sensitive nipples with her fingers. She twists the pink nip in tandem while her tongue works the other bud.

"Hyanh~ S-shit! Tzuyu-ah!" Mina could do nothing but throw her head back in pleasure as Tzuyu expertly worked her breasts. She feels the wetness pool down continuously, effectively ruining her panties. Christ, fuck I think she can make me cum from just this alone...

She bucks her hips in need as she cups Tzuyu's face, wordlessly directing (pleading) her to go lower

"Mmm~ Impatient are we? Fine with me..."

It sends Mina's mind reeling when Tzuyu obliges, trailing her kisses down Mina's naked chest, down her quivering toned abs, and lower.

And lower.

Sitting back on her knees, Tzuyu drags Mina's panties off, teasingly taking a sniff. "Mmm~ you smell so needy unnie. Did you want me that much?" She smirks as Mina lets out a needy whine, hiding her flushed face behind her hands. "D-don't just sniff it like that, I-Its embarrassing..."

Heh~ cute... Gently, she takes Mina by the feet, lovingly caressing them, kissing the curves and soles softly before playfully nipping at her ankles, eliciting a giggle from the older girl. "Y-yah~ I-I'm a bit ticklish there."

Are you now? Tzuyu just snickers, filing her new discovery for later on. She gives it one last nip as she then trails kisses along Mina's calves, all the while maintaining eye contact with the older girl. She smiles, seeing Mina shake slightly with every little kiss.

Tzuyu continues until she reaches the older girl's inner thighs. After giving it a squeeze and a lick, she sharply takes a bite on the supple tender flesh, eliciting a breathless gasp, a mix of searing pain and delicious pleasure, driving Mina insane with need. She mewls helplessly, hips bucking, grasping for something... anything...

"T-tzu~ ahnn~ p-please..." The younger woman's hot breath ghosting across her dripping core makes Mina shiver in anticipation, and yet she does nothing but kiss Mina's outer pussy mounds. She watches as Mina's pussy pulsate needily with each kiss, with each breath... each teasing flick.

Her eyes widen as she sees just how wet Mina's become, white hot precum practically trickling down to the bed. Fuck... she's dripping so wet for me.

"P-please... Tzuyu-ah~ don't tease me any longer, please make this needy wife cum."

Once again, Tzuyu makes the mistake of looking at Mina's expression. One look at Mina's beady eyes, her desperate gaze that screams 'please fuck me' and she relents. Her hunger for Mina devouring her reason. She plants one last kiss right on Mina's sweltering core before using her thumbs to spread Mina's pussy lips apart.

One final cheeky grin and she says Mina-chan... Itadakimasu~

She licks a long broad strip right on Mina's slit, grinning at how the Japanese girl shudders when Tzuyu's tongue flicks against her throbbing clit.

"Uhhhh~ f-fuuuuckkk~" Mina can't help the long drawn out moan that tumbles from her lips, nor the way her grip tightens in Tzuyu's hair.

Pleased with the response, Tzuyu cranes her neck as she presses her tongue deeper, burying her face till her nose brushes against the elder's clit.

Her tongue curls and darts and swirls inside Mina's hot walls, stirring up the hot precum inside. Mmm~ fuck. She tastes so sweet I swear I could eat her out all day.

"God Tzuyu fuuck! Yes! Right there baby uhhh~"

She could feel Mina's heels dig against her back, urging her closer. All the while Mina closes her soft supple thighs around her head; if Tzuyu didn't know any better, she'd think the older was trying to suffocate her. This is turning me on... Strangely enough. Heh.

With Mina's moans growing in volume, Tzuyu intensifies her efforts. She closes her lips around Mina's clit and sucks gently, making Mina throw her head back and fully submit to the younger's ministrations, head drunk with lust.

"*Lick* *Lick* *Slurp* Uhhh~ Mina unnie... you taste so good. Mmm~"

Embarrassingly, Mina found herself close to the edge already, feeling her body tense up against Tzuyu's ministrations. Fuck... already? Mmm~ god I can't help it. She's eating me so good... uhh~

Tzuyu smirks, seeing Mina squirm and tense up. She's close already? Heh. Vigorously, she flicks her tongue repeatedly against Mina's swollen clit, watching her squirm and claw and grasp and moan. Finally, she hears the words she was waiting earnestly to hear.

"T-Tzuyu, I-I'm near. Mmmh~ I'm c-cumming, c-cumming... f-fuuuck!"

In one swift move, Tzuyu breaks away from Mina's heavenly thighs (she almost didn't want to) and sits up, stopping all stimulations. She watches as a frustrated Mina whimpers, hips bucking needily against the air. "F-fuck, why?" Dripping with impatience, she reaches down to finish the job herself. That is, until Tzuyu grips her wrists tight, pinning them above her head.

Before Mina could protest, Tzuyu surprises her by rubbing her hot throbbing cock against Mina's slick entrance, coating the head with Mina's juices. "It's a bit unfair if you're the only one getting off. Ne unnie~?" Mina's excitement grew as she sees the younger girl lining up her cock, preparing to invade her hot sweltering core.

Tzuyu's eyes silently asks for permission once more, and Mina just closes her eyes and nods. She feels a little guilty as Mina hisses in pain the moment she slides her slick coated cock in, but she keeps going. She drives inside deeper and deeper, inch by inch until finally, her cock bottoms out.

F-fuucckk shes so tight... And wet. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation. She could feel Mina's walls pulsing around her cock while the Japanese woman's legs wraps around her waist.

When she opens her eyes, she sees Mina's eyes flutter open as she exhales breathlessly, chest heaving as she wantonly throws her head back.

"You okay there unnie?" Tzuyu asks, her tone a mix of concern and teasing.

"Y-yeah... Mian, it's been awhile for me... Mmm~ Fuck I think I actually came a little bit." Mina cups Tzuyu's cheeks and draws her in for a kiss, partly to hide her flushed cheeks, but mostly to give her time to adjust to Tzuyu's size.

Holy shit she's so big... Fuck. I've never felt this full before. A few moments pass and she breaks their kiss. "Y-you can move now." She says shyly.

Shit... she's so fucking cute, I might not be able to control myself. With a grunt, Tzuyu rocks her hips, slowly getting used to Mina's tightness. In and out... In and out. She watches closely as Mina's face contorts in a myriad of expressions. She watches how Mina's brows furrow in mild discomfort, how her mouth hangs open in pleasure, how her body shudders in ecstacy.

She watches... And realizes, she's addicted. She's consumed by the burning desire to mess Mina up, to claim her as her own, to make Mina scream her name all night long.

Fuck it...

Tzuyu finally ups her pace, her once shallow thrusts now becoming deeper... faster... rougher... Her cock parts Mina's sweltering walls with ease, as if it's sucking her in with every thrust she makes.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"F-fuck yes! Mmm~ just like that! Uhh! Harder tzu!"

The young idol grunts as she happily obliges. She drives deeper into Mina's pussy, feeling her wet hot walls constrict around her throbbing cock. Spontsaneously, she pins both of Mina's hands above her head once more and proceeds to run her tongue flat on the japanese girl's cleanly shaven armpits.

"W-wha? N-not there Tzu! T-that place is dirty!" Mina exclaims, her face beet red in embarrassment.

With a cocky grin, Tzuyu smirks. "Liar... You're loving this aren't ya? I can feel your pussy clench and cream all over my cock you know."

Mina vehemently shakes her head in denial, that is, until Tzuyu angles her thrusts and hits her g-spot. Her breath hitches as she throws her head back, and a loud involuntary moan escapes her lips.

Tzuyu's grin widened further. "Oh? Looks like I've found your spot unnie~"

With that evil grin, Mina knew she was completely and utterly fucked... And she absolutely loved it.

One thrust became two. Then three until eventually, every thrust Tzuyu made was deliberately hitting her in that sensitive spot.

"You like that unnie? Huh?"

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Oh f-fuck! Shit! Tzuyu! Hnyah~ You're hitting my spot! You're hitting my spot baby uhhh! Fuuuckk~"

The Taiwanese beauty just smiles as she watched her unnie throw her head back and lose herself in pleasure. More... I want to make her lose herself more.

With a mischievous smile, Tzuyu takes her thumb and takes it between her teeth, sucking and wetting it with her tongue. Then, she reached down into Mina's core and rapidly flicked on her clit while she pounded her pussy into oblivion.

The resulting reaction was exactly what she was hoping for.

"Holy shit! Fuuuckkk!" In an instant, Mina's pussy clamped on her cock like a vise. Her back arched beautifully off the bed as her body squirms and spasms with every thrust. Her head was thrown so far back and yet Tzuyu was so sure her eyes were rolled up, mouth open in a silent scream.

Even still, Tzuyu didn't stop. She continued to pound Mina through her orgasm, her thumb vibrating over Mina's swollen clit all the while.

"Fuck unnie. Fucking take it! Cum on my cock like a good girl."

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Ahhhh~ Shiiit! Haah~   tried to scoot away but Tzuyu held her down tight. Fuck... I- I can't even think straight anymore... I-I'm cumming again! Fuck!

Whether she came two more times, or she just came continuously for a very very long time, Mina didn't know anymore. Her mind was damn near blank as Tzuyu's merciless pounding echoed across the entire room. It wasn't until Mina's pussy finally pushed her cock out that Tzuyu finally stopped. Spurt after spurt she came, squirting all over the sheets, even drenching Tzuyu herself.

Tzuyu bit her lip as she watched Mina ride out her orgasm, mesmerized by the sinful sight. Mina's body twitched  with every spurt of cum she sprayed until finally, her taut body collapses in a heap.

All the while the maknae securely wrapped her arms around the ballerina's back, trailing a kiss or two here and there while whispering sweet things like "I got you... Mmm~ let it all out unnie... You're so beautiful like this... *Tsup*"

It took a moment for Mina to gather herself, enough to register her young lover's sweet words and light kisses. With ragged breaths, she cups her young lover's cheeks and brings her in for a torrid kiss. Their tongues danced and explored until it became too much and air was a necessity once more.

They broke apart, foreheads resting on each other. "*Huff* I almost passed out back there... You're too good at this." Mina pouted.

With a cheeky smile, Tzuyu replied, "What can I say? I aim to please princess."

Mina fights the urge to roll her eyes as she collapses onto the bed, trying her best to catch her breath. "I... *huff* I don't think I ever came that hard before. Chae couldn't even make me squirt. I'm a bit surprised that I came that much."

A few minutes pass in silence, and Mina wonders why. She looked over to Tzuyu and was surprised to see her eyes darken, her expression stern and hard. "D-did I... Say something wrong?"

In one swift move, she feels herself getting flipped over. "T-tzuyu? Wha-"

*Spank!*

The dull sound echoed across the room. A sharp sting spread across Mina's ass cheeks as she registers exactly what just happened. Tzuyu... spanked her?

*Spank!*

Another one. This time harder. The sting has spread even more. She was about to ask why when Tzuyu spoke, voice low enough to be a growl.

"Mmm~ I make you cum and squirt, and even then you're still thinking of her?"

*Spank!*

"Bad girl..."

*Spank!*

Mina barely stops a moan from spilling out as Tzuyu spanks her again. Is she... Jealous? Mina smirks.

*Spank!*

"Ahn!~" This time, Mina was unable to keep quiet. She lets out a small moan as she shudders, feeling her pussy get drenched from getting spanked.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

*Spank!*

"Bad girls like you should get punished."

Mina bites her lips and looks back at Tzuyu, back arched and ass out, a small smile playing on her lips. With a sultry voice and hazy eyes, she says,

"Mmm~ I'm sorry... Daddy~ Punish me?"

...

...

Tzuyu's control shattered like glass.

With a firm grip, she held Mina's hips down and thrusted her throbbing cock in one go, making Mina cum instantly.

"Ahhhn~! Daddyyy~"

This time, the tall goddess didn't wait. She thrusted into Mina's pussy with reckless abandon. Her pace violent... rough... delicious...

"Hahn~ fuck yes! mmm~ just like that... Uhhh~ fuck me deeper daddy!" Mina could feel her mind melting as Tzuyu pounded into her. Fuck she's hitting me so deep.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Oohhh fuuuck daddyyyy~ uhh! Yesyesyes! You're fucking me soooo deep."

She could feel Tzuyu's cock hit her in places she hasn't been hit before. It wasn't long before the pulsing cockhead was knocking on the entrance of her womb.

*Spank!*

"Fuuckkk... mmmm~ more~ more daddy~ more!" Her pussy creamed as Tzuyu spanked her once again. The sloppy sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mixing in with Mina's mewls and erotic moans.

"*Growl* Tell me baby... *Spank!*Who's better huh? Who do you belong to?" Mina didn't answer. T'was as if she forgot to speak as she thoroughly enjoyed the rough pounding.

*Spank!*

"Answer me or I'll stop and just leave you here." With those words, Mina panicked.

"Hah~ No! Don't stop! Uhhh~ You're way better daddy. I'm yours~ Don't stop fucking meee~"

"... Good girl~" With a satisfied grin, Tzuyu's thrusts intensified, hitting Mina in her weak spots once again

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Fuck yes daddy! Don't stop! Fuckfuckfuck uhhh~ your cock feels so goood... So fucking gooood~"

Tzuyu had no such intention. She watched as Mina's ass rippled with every thrust, her back arching beautifully as she neared her peak. She watched as Mina's arms give out and just laid her head on the bed, hands now gripping the sheets as she fucked herself back on Tzuyu's cock, matching the rhythm of her thrusts.

*Plok* *plok* *Spank!* *plok* *plok*

"Uhh~ Daddy fuuuckk! You're fucking me up so good!" Mina's needy voice grew hoarse from all the moaning and screaming, yet she didn't care. Tzuyu's grip on her hips was slipping due to their mixed sweat, so she fashioned Mina's hair into a rough ponytail, using it to pull her up as she pounded even harder into her.

"Uhhh~ Fuck yes! Use me! Pound me! Do whatever you want to me daddy~" Tzuyu pulled on her hair a bit harder as she wrapped one hand around Mina's neck. She took advantage of the Japanese woman's flexibility, bending her backwards as she angled her head for a deep kiss.

"Ahm~ *Tsup* mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ keep fucking me daddy... I'm yours... I'm fucking yours." Tzuyu stared deep into Mina's half lidded eyes, her lover's need radiating off her quivering body in waves. Her brows were furrowed, her stare screaming More please... More... Give me more~

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

Mina's body tensed, her body taut as a bowstring. Noticing this, one of Tzuyu's hands reached around and furiously rubbed her clit, adding to the pleasure even more. The Japanese girl shook as the familiar knot in her stomach came undone. "Hnyah~ Shit! c-cumming daddy... cumming cumming cumming ahhh~"

Mina's body twitched as Tzuyu continued to fuck her through her climax. At this point, Mina's mind has stopped working. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Tzuyu plundered her insides. The whites in her eyes rolled in and out as her mouth hung open. Her arms hung limply to her sides, her body solely dependent on Tzuyu's hold.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Fucking take it babygirl. Cum all over daddy's cock!" Tzuyu's thrusts were relentless. She could feel Mina cum and cream all over her cock and still she wasn't stopping.

"Uhhh~ F-fuck I-I can't... Mm'm so sensitive. Mercy~ daddy please..." Mina squeaked in between her orgasms.

*Spank!*

"What mercy, huh? You should look at yourself and see your own face babygirl..." Tzuyu angled her head so she can see herself in the mirror.

...

Mina was smiling. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were hazy and beady, her body shaking against Tzuyu's hard thrusts. She was wearing that utterly fucked out expression but... She was smiling.

Hah~ This is... me... I love it... I don't ever want it to end.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

That day, in that position, Mina came more times than she bothered to count. More than Chae ever made me cum... It was only until Tzuyu's arms burned from holding up Mina's body weight that she let go, gently letting Mina fall forward into the bed, twitching from the overload of cumming too much.

"*Huff* *huff* S-sho good... Daddy~... *Huff*"

Tzuyu leaned over, pinning Mina's body against the bed with her weight. "Check again babygirl... Daddy hasn't cum yet."

Mina's eyes widen in horror as realization set in. Fuck.Her gasp turns into a soft moan as the taller woman's cock, slick with Mina's cum, presses between the cheeks of her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you like this," Tzuyu snarls, her cock energized by the prospect of ravaging the helpless, prone Japanese woman beneath her. "I'm going to fuck you till I cum again and again. And baby girl is going to like it."

"Mmmm~ D-daddy~" Mina purrs in turn, she turns her head to keep her mouth above the now-rustled bed sheets.

With one hand, Tzuyu shakily reaches for her cock, slipping it between her lover's legs. Mina spreads her thighs as best she can - allowing Tzuyu entrance to her sloppy pussy. The head pushes between her lips, and with one hard thrust, Tzuyu's cock fills her to the hilt.

"Oh fuck daddy! Daddy~! Uhh~" Mina gasps breathlessly. This position has Tzuyu hitting her deep. So deep that she feels her womb getting knocked up. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her lungs, and she could feel her brain turning into mush once more. Fuck... She's really intent on fucking me stupid. Uhh~ I can barely think of anything anymore.

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

Tzuyu plows into her mercilessly, fucking her into the mattress, her body bouncing against the bed with each thrust. Her ass ripples with every impact of Tzuyu's hip. She drove her cock into Mina's tight hot pussy with feral intensity, making her pussy squelch and cream endlessly.

"Fuck daddy~ you're so big and deep inside me. Ahh~ Ahh~ you're stretching my tight little pussy out~" She mewls, her words nearly getting drowned out by the wet sound of Tzuyu's hips clapping Mina's ass and the violent creaks of the bed frame.

"That's right baby. I'm gonna fuck your pussy so hard I'll mold your insides perfect for my cock. *Tsup* Chae won't even fit inside you when I'm done." Tzuyu grunts.

"Uhh~... Fuck me harder daddy Mmm~ Ooh~ ... As hard as you want~ You own me~ my body is yours! All yours~ fuck me- stretch my tight little pussy open ~ fuck right there fuuuuuckk~"

Tzuyu grins at Mina's words. She'd finally broken her, claimed her body in it's entirety. Spurred by this sinful fact, the young woman raises her hips, angling to hit the very depths of Mina's core. She grasps the back of her lover's head, pushing Mina's face roughly against the mattress.

"Fucking take it, baby. Take my fucking cock!"

*Plok* *plok* *plok* *plok*

"Mmmm~ ohh~ fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mina's moans were muffled, yet still so fucking needy. Her head is barely afloat above the sheets. Her hands clutch and claw, grasping for anything on the bed as her breaths become ragged and shallow. She calls on Tzuyu's name like an obscene mantra, and every call is answered with a fine thrust into her wet warm cunt. Subconsciously, Mina crosses her legs, making it all the more tighter for Tzuyu's cock.

"Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter baby... Mmm~ so tight for daddy. Like you're milking my cum dry. Is that what you want, huh? For daddy to cum inside you?" 

*Spank!*

"Yes daddy~ C-cum inside me! Fill my fucking pussy up. Knock me up daddy~ Please!~ ooohh~ Breed me! Breed me daddyyy~" The hand on Mina's scalp grasps a fistful of her hair and pulls her upwards. As the Japanese woman gasps for air desperately, her insides squelches at the mere prospect of getting creampied. The consequences never even crossed her mind as she let out a long hoarse groan.

"D-Daddy~ s-so goood... I-I'm about to cum...  D-daddy~ uhh~ I-I'm cumming! cummingcummingcumming shit Ahhhhh~" With a silent scream, Mina came. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her back arching elegantly like a ballerina. Her legs quivered violently and uncontrollably whilst her toes curled deliciously from the pleasure. 

"Fuck!" With one final thrust, Tzuyu buries her cock as deep as she could, and finally the knot became undone. Spurt after spurt she came, filling Mina's womb and painting her walls white with thick ropes of her hot spunk. Her cock twitches and spasms as Mina's pussy pulsates, intent of milking every drop she had.

The next few moments felt like an eternity as Tzuyu unloads everything she has to an utterly fucked out, twitching Mina. Minutes felt like seconds until finally, the Taiwanese beauty withdraws her flaccid cock, utterly spent and drained. Her cum dripped freely from the thoroughly used cunt, the amount proving too much. She then collapses by Mina's side, cuddling her as their breaths synced with each other.

C-cum.. ~ S-So much cum... So... so good~

The last thing Mina sees before she passes out is a picture of her and Chae on top of their nightstand.

Mian... I... Don't think I'll be able to come back to you after all. She's just... too good.

Gomen ne... Next Chapter: 1-6 Mina Arc; More, More, More... (TBC)

#mina smut #tzuyu smut #twice smut #kpop smut #chou tzuyu smut #myoui mina smut

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Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 17 - Cold [2,838 words]

“Um... guys? You might wanna come take a look at this.” 

The cushion of the sofa dipped beside Heather when Valencia joined her at the window. Paula and Rebecca leaned over the armrests and pulled back the lace curtains. The group gazed through the frosted pane at the rolling hills that had transformed into a wintry world overnight. 

Rebecca squealed. “It’s even better than I expected! I know the weather called for snow but look at all that!” Her nose bumped the glass as she craned to take everything in, and she pulled away from the frigid contact. “Oh, it’s so much prettier when there aren’t cabs driving through it and city grime isn’t turning the drifts all gray and gross. The view from my mom’s house was okay, but nothing like this.” She sighed. “Well, ladies, I think you know what this means.”

“Photo sesh?” Valencia shifted to access the phone in the pocket of her space onesie.

“Snowman contest?” Paula rubbed her hands together. She grinned in the dangerous way that told them all they were toast before construction even began.

“Sledding?” Heather suggested. She dropped to a seated position and leaned against Valencia’s biceps.

“Okay, yes to all of that,” Rebecca pointed at each of them in acknowledgement. “But for the grand finale...,” she paused for dramatic effect and shimmied, “... snowball fight!”

“Oh boy,” Heather murmured. She watched the competitive gleam ignite behind the eyes of the other three women. “This is gonna be a bloodbath.” 

They broke off in separate directions. Paula wandered down the hall to wake Scott and Tommy; Rebecca went to the loft for the end of Nathaniel’s morning exercise routine, and Heather and Valencia headed back to their room to change clothes.

Scott cooked them all breakfast beforehand -- a task which, to be fair, was no small undertaking given conflicting dietary preferences. Paula sat perched on a stool nearby, ready to intervene in the event of a crisis. However, Scott made it through the endeavor with minimal profanity and only one fleeting incident involving his apron and an open flame. The end result was an admirable improvement over the quality of his culinary skills several years ago. Strategic seasoning masked any mildly crispy edges.

“He’s getting better,” Paula noted quietly to the girls. She crossed the floor and give him a peck on the cheek. “Good job, babe.”

Scott beamed.

Once everybody was fed, fully dressed in adequate layers, and equipped with tissues for runny noses, they trooped out of the rented cabin and into the frozen landscape. The photo session came first while the neatness of everyone’s ensemble remained intact. It was agreed that Nathaniel, Scott, and Tommy could be spared on-camera participation in exchange for behind-the-scenes help getting the perfect shots. This entailed holding back tree branches that cast unwanted shadows, standing side-by-side to block glaring sunlight, and tossing gloves full of flakes into the sky so the Gurl Group would appear to be caught in the middle of heavy snowfall. The edited results were approved by all parties featured, and Paula goaded their assistants into a single commemorative picture with their mitten thumbs raised and semi-forced cheerful faces.

Snow angels met with more unanimous enthusiasm. Rebecca and Heather stood beside one another, shared a glance and a nod, then dropped backward as if they were letting themselves fall into a pool. Scott and Tommy gave each other teasing kicks with their boots every time they slid their legs in a broad chevron. Paula observed the father-son bonding from a short distance away while she made her own outline of a spiritual being. Nathaniel’s and Valencia’s approach to the activity was significantly more tentative and involved a great deal more grimacing. Once they got settled, however, they began to embrace the fun. Nathaniel’s long limbs produced very impressive wings and a flowing skirt. Valencia’s angel gave the impression of a certain grace despite the fact that her main goal seemed to be brushing Heather’s gloves with her own on each upward stroke of her arms. 

They divided into teams for the snowman contest. An hour was the chosen allotment for their creations to take shape. Additional materials were both allowed and encouraged, which caused the subsequent flurry of activity to be particularly chaotic. Their shouts echoed over the treetops. Friends narrowly escaped collisions while running and stumbling over the soft ground. 

Rebecca and Nathaniel constructed a suitably scrawny Harry Potter. He was equipped with green M&M eyes, a red licorice lightning bolt scar, a broom from the kitchen pantry, and Rebecca’s scarlet and gold scarf. Surprising absolutely no one, building the beloved protagonist led to a steady stream of magic-related innuendo spoken in undertones, the extremity of which ultimately prompted Rebecca to cover the boy wizard’s nonexistent ears. “Oh my god, contain yourself. There’s a child present.”

Heather and Valencia rendered extra roly-poly versions of their cats, Shadow and Esperanza, with stick whiskers and playfully curled tails. Esperanza had her signature queenly bearing and expression, while Shadow’s gravel eyes were upturned in pure adoration. Heather tracked down a couple of decorative glue yarn balls and wedged them beneath their pets’ paws. 

Team Proctor reached football-game-at-a-bar levels of raucousness as they worked on their entry. The Peeps for Peace t-shirt Paula slept in the night before got tugged onto their snowman’s body. They balanced a few thin logs of firewood on its shoulder and secured a hammer from Scott’s toolbox in its hand. Tommy drew a lackadaisical smirk on the snowman’s face and styled straw for the hair. When their efforts were complete, a Snow Brendan stood before them, built to scale and adorned with a heroic blanket cape.

“I wanna cry foul for emotional manipulation,” Rebecca confided to Valencia afterward, “but it’s just, like, so cute I can’t even get mad.” Valencia begrudgingly inclined her head in agreement.

To her credit, Paula managed to blink back her tears and genuinely smile for the photo they saved to send real-life Brendan later, informing him of his role in the family’s success.

The prospect of voting on hills for sledding was too daunting, so the group settled for the first drop-off they found. The guys were extended the offer to go first, due to the limited number of sleds in their possession, and they gladly accepted the chance. Nathaniel shifted from one foot to the other and brought his palms together in a muffled clap. 

“This is a race, right? There’ll be a winner?” 

Heather thumped her hand against his jacket with an indulgent shrug. “Sure, bud.” 

Nathaniel pumped his fist in the air. “Yes!” 

Scott and Tommy exchanged looks. Paula, Rebecca, Valencia, and Heather all clung to each other for support and made their way down the slope to help verify who reached the bottom first. 

“Good luck, honey!” Paula called. 

“Channel that Slytherin energy!” Rebecca paced like a coach. 

Heather nudged Valencia’s arm and angled her head. Valencia’s brow furrowed but then, following the line of sight, she got the hint.

“C’mon, Tommy!” she whooped. 

���Yeah, Tommy, you’ve got this!” Heather chimed in with her fist held high. Tommy’s chest puffed out and he readjusted his grip on the plastic toboggan.

Paula grabbed a fallen branch and dragged it through the snow to delineate the end of the path. The four judges shouted the starting cue in unison -- almost. “On your mark, get set, go!”

Scott’s style of descent was traditional but effective. Tommy barreled down the hillside on his stomach. Nathaniel’s technique reminded Heather of the luge participants from the Winter Olympics, unwavering serious features and all. Tommy and Nathaniel were neck and neck for at least three-fourths of the race but, in the home stretch, Tommy’s lean frame made him just enough faster to cross the finish line mere seconds before Nathaniel did so. 

Nathaniel was clearly frustrated by the loss but, the minute he saw Tommy’s broad grin, the irritability visible in his brow and jaw smoothed into nonexistence. He lifted his chin and approached his competitor for a congratulatory shake. “Well done, Proctor. Excellent form.”

Tommy’s eyebrows quirked at the odd formality. He clasped Nathaniel’s hand and brought him in for a couple of genial slaps on the arm. “Thanks, man.”

The girls reluctantly ascended to the crest of the rise for their turns -- an arduous journey with an entire chorus of grumbling and winded breathing. The uppermost layer of snow caved beneath Valencia’s boot and she yelped, but Heather caught her elbow and prevented the fall. 

“My hero.” Valencia secured her forearm over Heather’s to prevent a second slip.

“Full disclosure, I would’ve laughed my ass off if you slid back down the entire hill when we were this close to the top, but I also knew you’d be really pissed, so...” 

“You’re not wrong.”

Heather chuckled and hip-checked Valencia, but not hard enough to throw off their matching stride.

They arrived at their destination with a collective relieved exhale. Paula and Heather set up their respective sleds. Rebecca clambered behind Paula and held onto her shoulder blades. “Take us home, Mama!” 

Heather fronted the second toboggan while Valencia surrounded her in a tangle of limbs. “We’ve got this in the bag,” Valencia declared with confidence. 

“I mean, totally, but what makes you so sure?” Heather asked.

“Because, if you get us there first, I’ll --” Valencia noticed Paula’s and Rebecca’s attention on her. She cupped Heather’s ear and whispered the rest of her incentive for so long that Paula pretended to check an invisible watch. 

Heather’s eyebrows disappeared beneath her beanie. “Well, shit.”

“Ah, damn it,” Paula lamented.

“She promised her NC-17 stuff,” Rebecca seconded with a pout. “Now we’re really gonna have to pull out all the stops to beat them.”

Though it was not for lack of trying -- including an unsportsmanlike sideswipe midway down the incline (“Craterface ’em, Paula! It’s our only hope!”) -- they reached the bottom of the hill a heartbeat after Heather’s triumphant first place achievement. Valencia covered the side of Heather’s face in a barrage of kisses.

“Yeah, all right.” Paula fished out her camera. “Get over here so we can take a picture of our three winners, ya horny monsters.”

Valencia and Heather posed on either side of Tommy for the photo. Heather affectionately ruffled the boy’s hair and the pink in Tommy’s cheeks deepened to a bright red.

The only event that remained was the snowball fight, and its onset sparked an immediate change in atmosphere. Much like Heather predicted, no one showed any signs of restraint over their hunger for victory. They crafted forts in near silence, already coiled for the siege. Direct hits qualified as ‘out’ while a graze with a snowball meant a one minute pause behind the player’s designated barrier. Teams were the same as the divide during the building contest.

Tension rose while everyone hunkered down and waited for the first throw. 

“We probably should’ve figured this part out before --” Heather remarked, but her words were drowned out by Rebecca’s battle cry.

“UNLEASH HELL!”

Heather crouched low. “Here we go...”

The cloudless sky was blurred by a torrent of tightly packed spheres. 

“Trebuchet!” Tommy boomed.

Heather’s and Valencia’s fortress stood firm but the sound of multiple piffs of impact reached their ears even over all the yelling.

Things went eerily quiet after that. Heather peered over the wall. “The Proctors are entering No Man’s Land.”

Valencia peeked around the side. “Rebecca’s walking out to meet them. Nathaniel’s spotting her.”

What followed was a rather comedic standoff in which Rebecca lost her nerve after meeting Paula’s determined gaze and took off screaming. She zigzagged as per Nathaniel’s frantic advice and barely evaded being struck at least half a dozen times. Nathaniel’s tongue tucked into the corner of his mouth and he wiped out Tommy with a snowball square in the middle of his back. Tommy swore colorfully but accepted his fate. 

Seeing an opportunity as the chase neared their station, Heather aimed a round of icy ammo at Scott’s chest and made a hit. 

Rebecca’s panic became a single, loud “AAAAAAAAAH” before she lobbed a ball over her shoulder without warning and somehow pelted her best friend in the face. 

Paula’s vocabulary surpassed even Tommy’s creativity - like mother, like son. Rebecca apologized profusely and supplied her scarf for a towel. When Paula wiped the snow away, she cast a glance around and realized which players remained. “Ohoho, it almost makes it worth it just to watch this,” she cackled darkly.

“Bring it on, Plimpton.” Valencia tensed with a murderous scowl. Nathaniel rose to his feet.

Their other opponent veered toward the encampment, and Heather planted herself between Rebecca and Valencia.

“You and me, Davis,” Rebecca challenged. “Moi et toi. I’m unstoppable now!” 

Heather darted forward without hesitation. Rebecca had to swerve to avoid the attack. Valencia hurled a snowball with all her might and then ran full-tilt in search of a better location to strategize. 

Rebecca and Heather wound up traversing uneven soil and tripped simultaneously. From that point on, they were both too busy giggling to pursue each other in earnest. They faked left and right and jogged in circles. When they found themselves face-to-face again, they reached the unspoken decision that enough was enough. Heather separated her snowball into two, one for each hand, and Rebecca held her arm at the ready. Rebecca’s fingers whacked against Heather’s side while Heather sandwiched Rebecca’s face between both palms. They erupted in uncontrollable laughter and hugged.

“Oh, come on!” Paula groused from her seat on the cabin steps. “Where’s the carnage?”

Scott tapped her knee and pointed to the far side of the clearing. “I think that might be coming up.”

Valencia wove through a copse of trees. She held her coat in a cup formation stuffed with snowballs that were perilously close to leaving the makeshift pouch. Her arm windmilled every so often with remarkable force, leaving her tracker to dodge the sudden breeze past his ears. Nathaniel paced himself with an armload of ready-made orbs condensed for swift delivery. Those he let loose tumbled to the earth or broke against bark on the trunks. Nothing found its mark.

“Make a stand and take your shot, V!” Heather projected the command to carry across the distance between them. 

“Yeah, avenge your lady!” Tommy added from the porch railing.

The adversaries returned to the middle of the playing space and paused to catch their breath. 

“Yoga and spinning are non-confrontational,” Valencia panted. “This is seriously not my area of expertise.”

“Follow your gut,” Paula recommended, although her tone and premature wince indicated that she was not optimistic about the outcome.

Nathaniel wound back his arm. Valencia did as her friend told her and took action on instinct. She launched herself at an angle, shoes-first, to glide past Nathaniel’s feet. He adjusted the throw and caught her on the clavicle. Her snowball flew back at a curve and nailed the small of his spine.

The assembled companions reacted as one with exclamations and applause. Nathaniel held out a hand for Valencia. She stood without assistance and shook the outstretched palm. 

“Good game?” Nathaniel said cautiously.

Valencia bared her teeth in a terrifying smile. “Prepárate, gigante. Próxima vez, peleamos en mis términos.”

Nathaniel gave a respectful nod. “Comprendo.”

They returned to the warmth of the cabin, exhausted but happy. Rebecca helped Nathaniel remove his silver and green scarf and they commandeered the coziest couch in front of the fireplace. Paula went in search of extra towels and blankets while her husband and son retreated to the bathroom to drape their wet winter gear over the tub. Heather and Valencia walked to their bedroom and the waiting comfy clothes in their luggage.

“Oh my God, my thighs are like a fire engine,” Valencia announced as she sat on the bed. Heather knelt and rubbed the numb skin until the friction started to drive the discoloration away. She received thanks in the form of a grateful nuzzle before Valencia crossed the room to find the fluffiest pajamas available.

While Heather tugged on a sweater and sweatpants, Valencia rolled up an already used pair of leggings and crammed them against the crack below the door.

“What are you up to over there?” Heather inquired without facing her.

“Soundproofing.” Valencia twisted the lock with a click.

Heather climbed into bed and turned down the other side to make space for Valencia. “That’s thoughtful of you.”

“Mm, I figured the others might appreciate it.”

“I’m sure they do.”

Valencia wriggled under the comforter and pulled Heather toward her. “We’ve got at least an hour before dinner’s ready.”

Heather inched Valencia’s shirt collar aside gradually and trailed kisses all the way to her shoulder. “Are you sure that’ll be enough time?” 

“Maybe.” Valencia maneuvered by degrees until Heather was horizontal against the mattress. She tugged Heather’s earlobe with her teeth and wrapped one leg around her waist. “If we start right now.”

#H+V FF #CEG Writing by Me #Helencia #Heather x Valencia #Me? Jumping at the chance for a season-centric fluff fest? Pfft -- Yes. Yes every single time. #Admittedly this installment is more large group-focused and Helencia-lite until close to the end but *shrug* #I was enjoying tagging along for the fun too much to resist. :P

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Truth (Rex/Fives) | G

(A special chapter for @clonehavensotm​ and a continuation of this series. Enjoy!)

It’s pretty late when the guys of the 501st decide to call it a night and leave 79’s to go to their barracks.

Fives still can’t believe he’s managed to convince them to open a poll about Rex’s love life. This is going to be fun, he’s certain of it.

He stops right before reaching the 501st barracks, since the ARC quarters are a bit far from there.

“Well, this is when we part ways,” he says to the others. “Have a good night, boys.”

“Night, Fives.”

“Goodnight…”

“Nighty-night!”

 He chuckles, shaking his head, and after waving goodbye, he begins to walk away.

Once he’s made sure that he’s far enough, he suddenly changes direction, heading instead towards a certain Captain’s quarters.

He wonders if he’ll find him asleep, or if he’s still awake. The answer to that question doesn’t take too long to arrive: as soon as he arrives, in fact, and punches in the access code, he’s greeted by the sight of Rex, sitting on his bunk with his back resting against the wall, reading who knows what on a datapad. Knowing Rex, it must be work related.

 “Still awake? Were you waiting for me?” Fives asks, stepping inside. Rex hums affirmatively.

“ I figured I’d take care of some reports while you were away,” he says.

“Rex… I was gone for the entire evening,” Fives points out, which makes Rex shrug in response.

It makes Fives sigh as he walks towards him, turning his head upwards to kiss him once he’s close enough, and then taking the datapad from him, resting it on the nightstand. “You’re done more than enough then,” he says.

Rex rolls his eyes, but otherwise he doesn’t complain, nor he tries to get his datapad back. Good. “Are you going to join me?” he asks instead.

“In a moment,” Fives replies. “Lemme use the refresher first.”

 Once he’s done with that, he begins to remove his armor piece by piece, stacking it neatly in a corner. Only then he turns towards Rex, smiling, and joins him in his bunk.

“So,” Rex asks then, “how did it go?”

Fives smirks. He’s going to tell him everything, and that’s exactly what he does, not omitting not even the smallest detail.

 “You encouraged them to make a betting poll about us?” Rex asks, confused. “Why?”

“Figured it would be fun,” Fives shrugs, turning on his side so that he can look at Rex better. Despite his convincing tone, Rex doesn’t buy it, at least not entirely, given the way he raises an eyebrow at him.

“Sure, and that’s the only reason, right?”

“Who knows…” Fives replies, defiant. He grabs Rex’s face between his hands and draws him closer for a kiss, which Rex doesn’t resist even though he knows that he’s doing it in order to avoid answering. Oh well, it’s not like he can’t complain, not with Fives being an excellent kisser.

 It’s only when Rex has rolled on top of Fives and the heated kiss turns more into lazy pecks, that Fives speaks again.

“Think about how much time together they’ll spend, now. Even Dogma’s in on it,” he says, smiling.

Rex can’t believe he’s just heard that. “Did you turn it into a bonding exercise?” he asks, incredulous.

“Why not? At least they have something to distract themselves with.”

“Unbelievable…” Rex mutters, leaning down to leave a peck on Fives’ lips. “Truly kriffing unbelievable.”

“Shut up. I can see you’re smiling,” Fives retorts, resting a hand on his cyare’s cheek.

“And what about it?” the other challenges him, though he gives Fives no chance to reply as he catches his lips with his own, sliding his hands along his arms, until he catches Fives’ wrists; not that he has any intentions of moving, but Rex knows he likes to be held down nonetheless.

 When they pull away, Fives is staring at Rex, mouth again and eyes glossy. It makes a smirk appear on the Captain’s face.

“Speechless, are we?”

“Oh shut up you--” Fives tries to reply, but Rex goes back immediately to kiss him, effectively shutting him up again.

Oh well, Fives supposes he deserves this. Not that he’s complaining, of course; he’d be a fool if he does.

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Hello!! First timer here, congratulations on hitting 100 followers!!! You deserve it because your writing is so nice and engaging♡♡♡ For the event, I was wondering if I could ask for prompt 90 with tsukasa suou?? Thank you in advance and have a nice day as well♡♡

omg hiii welcome!! i hope you enjoy your stay o(*°▽°*)o you’re so nice ahhh thank you so much for your nice words ;;<33 i also hope you like this hehe i’ve been reading a lot (and i mean a lot) of knights stuff lately and tsukasa is just,, he’s the real knight here, i love him <33

✧ tsukasa + 90: I’d like to take you on vacation one day, just the two of us ✧

“Come on, come on, it wasn’t that bad!” Tsukasa’s slightly furrowed brows say otherwise. “It was… you know. Lively!”

“Lively… I would have rather had a quieter date.”

All in all, you can’t really blame Tsukasa for saying that. You had been looking forward to this date almost as much as he did: he wanted to take you to a brand new patisserie that seemed to have a very nice reputation even after being opened a week ago. His eyes glistened in delight as he talked about soft cream, chocolate and all the tiny little details in the sweets that he was going to eat.

But he wasn’t the only one to come up with such a nice idea and you had ended up running into both Ritsu and Arashi on the way there, who had decided to tag along with you two for a while. Luckily, Arashi was quick at reading the mood and after some chatting she had managed to drag Ritsu away, who was having almost as much fun teasing Tsukasa about your date than he was eating the sweets.

Needless to say, Tsukasa wasn’t too pleased with that last part.

“Well,” you take hold of his hand with a sweet smile, “I’m fine with everything we do as long as we’re together. Isn’t that good enough?”

The previous pout on his lips has now turned into a shy smile as he holds your hand back. You can’t help but peck his cheek. You did have a lot of fun together, even if the date wasn’t like he originally planned.

“Next time, I shall find out everyone’s schedules before trying to set up a date.” He answers, as you brush aside a lock of vibrant red hair. He closes his eyes in delight, “Actually… I would very much like to take you on vacation one day. Just the two of us.”

“Huh? Vacation? Where to?”

“Anywhere is good, as long as we are together.” You can’t help but smile as Tsukasa repeats your exact same words. “Maybe a cruise would be nice… Or should I take one of our private jets?”

“P-Private… No, no, I’m pretty sure there’s no need for any of that!” You wave your hands after realizing that Tsukasa is probably serious about his words. “Maybe… a weekend escapade could be a good starter? We can try that first!”

He thinks for a moment before nodding, seemingly pleased with your idea.

“Then, is next weekend good? I will reschedule all my plans for the month if that means that I am able to spend some time together,” Tsukasa says, with the brightest smile ever. You can’t resist his enthusiasm and end up nodding along. It will be a good test for your future vacation together!

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A: How did you come up with the titles? The fics pick their own names and most are words with precisely selected definitions of the fic's theme. B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience? Aren't all works inspired by the writers' personal experiences? C: What character do you identify with most? I identify Rogue. I love Gambit. I ship Romy. D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with fics? Not really, but songs inspire me to write or make me think about Gambit and Rogue. I do have a playlist of go-to music to get me in the mindset of which Romy theme I'm writing (angst vs. sappy romance). E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about? The only sequel I have planned is for Devil's Poison. It was originally supposed to be a movie verse with the X-Men showing up at the end, but now they won't show up until the sequel. F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic? While I like angst, I don't really like hurt/comfort fics. I don't have a recommendation. G: Care to share a favorite crack fic? Ditto. Considering the amount of research I do, silly just doesn't fit with my style/preferences. H: How would you describe your style? Fiction based in science with some philosophical dilemmas and a healthy dose of (sometimes smutty) romance thrown in. I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? Isn't all fanfiction guilty pleasure? J: Write or describe an alternative ending to a fic. I don't really have an alternate ending because I let the fics flow to their natural progression. However, I didn't know what Jean-Luc's reaction in Devil's Poison chapter 39 was going to be until I wrote it. The outline for that scene changed at least twice and then the final product was a third version that never even hit the outline. Basically, I wanted to answer the "what if" Jean-Luc hadn't forced Gambit into being the future Thieves Guild patriarch. That outline had him praising Gambit for maturing and finding out that family and love were more important than Guild politics. When it came down to it though, the "what if" ended up right back where 616 had it in the Gambit solos. Jean-Luc was pissed Gambit put anything other than the Guild first. K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? Attraction is pretty angsty. I think I had to walk away from that one a few times before I could finish it. And I think I cried when writing Heartbreak. Most of the time I tone things down because I can be too angsty with some ideas and they aren't always received well by readers. While I write for myself, I do consider my more vocal followers for some scenes. The Atlantic City gentleman's club in Devil's Poison with Gambit and Vivienne is a really good example of something that was too angsty and didn't fly well. My implication and the readers' inference ended up being two different things. L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with? I haven't written it yet, but I've got a really good idea for a time travel piece. Also, Liaison was supposed to be all the typical romance AUs (pirates, historical, futuristic), but I had other ideas that have been more fun to pursue right now. M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share? I have a "stranded on an island" trope started (first chapter and outline complete), but trying to wrap up some of my other WIPs before posting another. N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? I've thought about putting some up for adoption, but the ones I was willing to part with were well developed and I didn't want someone else putting their spin on my take. O: How do you begin a story: with the plot, or the characters? Plot, since my characters are always Gambit & Rogue. P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) I plot the (loose) boundaries of the garden and plow the land, but let the plants, insects, weather, etc. do what it will. Q: Do you have any discarded storylines/projects? Yes. I had an

idea for fics that were inspired by songs but were *not* songfics. I got the first chapter written but wanted to put a trick ending on it and haven't quite figured out the mechanics of it yet. R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? I was initially inspired to write fanfiction from Tamarai and @chellerbelles, and influenced by @ludi-ling and @jehilew. From professional writers, I'm somewhere between Michael Crichton and Abigail Reynolds. I was also highly inspired to write fics after finding @spasticatt's DeviantArt. S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? A mysteriously handsome stranger stepping in a strong heroine's path and interrupting her goals in life. T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? Body/gender swapping, science fantasy AUs in science fiction. I don't need no bloody vampire versions of the X-Men! U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet. None. I write Gambit and Rogue and I will always only write Gambit and Rogue. V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic? I miss some of the characters from X-Treme X-Men having a more central spotlight. Or the Thieves Guild/extended LeBeau family. W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? General. When prompts are too specific 1) it leaves little wiggle room for interpretation and 2) tends to open the door to disappointment for anyone requesting the prompt. X: A character you enjoy making suffer. 😈 Magneto Y: A character you want to protect. 💔 Etienne Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? If it's Gambit or Rogue, I never read it. This is my safe and happy place and death, even temporary, is not allowed. One thing you can guarantee in my writing is a happily ever after. I did write Gambit's death in Unquenchable, but that was more of a capstone to The End to allow him to reunite with Rogue in the afterlife.

Tagging @chellerbelles, @dayenurose, @ginger375, @jehilew, @xevg if y'all wanna play along! (No pressure, but this was fun 😁)

#Gambit #Rogue #Romy #fanfiction #AttractionFic #DevilsPoisonFic #LiaisonFic #UnquenchableFic #HeartbreakFic #SoManyWIPs #CodeAliasWave

[infinitegalahad]

Idk I’ve been feeling pretty down lately. Something cute, angsty, and smutty with a jealous Merriell Shelton and fem reader ?? You can have fun with it

Doux Comme Des Bonbons

Pairing: Snafu x Gender Netural! Reader

Summary: Snafu has a tendency to always wound up into trouble. Regardless, you still manage to put up with him.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Implied sexual harrasment, jeleous! snafu, cursing, fighting, but very minor! 

A/N: Of course I can! I feel you, hope this cheers you up! ❣️✨ I’m sorry this came so late. I’ve been studying for a few tests. I promise to work on a few requests this weekend though! I love the requests though, keep them coming in! This one was a little longer than expected. Snafu is my favourite himbo. The title translates to “as sweet as candy” bc this is fluffy-is. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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“Snafu, he’s just a classmate!”

Snafu slammed the door to your apartment building. If school and work weren’t hard enough, this had been your breaking point. As much as you loved your Cajun boyfriend, he was an absolute handful. It was like taking care of a manchild who you loved one minute, the next you wanted to scream in his face. Whenever things were peaceful between you, it was bliss. Endless worship, cuddles, cute french nicknames, romantic and steamy nights. It was anything a partner could ask for.

But when all hell would break loose between you two, it would be full-on discord.

“Classmate ma’ ass. Prissy lil’ fucker. I’ve seen ‘da way ‘dat preppy boy looks at you.” Snafu annoyingly badgered. He followed you around your apartment. Stopping at the kitchen counter, you spin on your heel to look at him straight in the face, a hand on your waist and an angry pout proudly displayed on your face. “ ‘Dat Chris or whatever his n-”

“Chad. His name is Chad.” You corrected.

The Cajun groaned as his calloused hands grasped onto the counter. He was extremely aggravated with hell in his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t like ‘yah hangin’ ‘round him. Chad kept starin’ at you like you were a piece of meat. Tried to fuckin’ steal ma’ seat next to you! ‘Dat lil’ sunva gun tryin’ to sit next ‘ta ‘ma Cher!”

Chad wasn’t someone you considered a friend or acquaintance. He was someone who was in your lecture who happened to be one of your friend’s inner friends. Whenever you would go to study, Chad would always tag along. He mainly wouldn’t study and would pester the hell out of you. He had even followed you to Snafu’s jeep, which proceeded to Snafu almost running him over. Thankfully you had convinced Chad not to press charges.

There was no denying he was a total asshole. He wore the brighetst polos, cheated on every test, and did whatever he pleased. Snafu was convinced that his parents paid his way into college. It baffled you how you’re best friend could even consider someone such as Chad a friend. His whole purpose of being alive was to annoy you. Snafu surely didn’t care for him. But you only had the class for another two months, and then you would be rid of Chad.

Two months had gone by and Chad’s advances had begun to slowly die down. He was aware that you were dating Snafu, who he deemed a man out of your league. It was true, but you loved Snafu with every part of your soul. Snafu was not your everyday boyfriend. It was like dating a man child off of his ADHD medication. He was a somewhat (but still young) man who worked in lumber, a little rough around the edge with a thick Cajun accent. You were a teacher’s pet with a kind heart and gentle presence. When your friend Eugene had set you up, you’d never thought it would work. But date after date, the two of you only grew closer. Within three months, you had moved into Snafu’s apartment since you could barely afford to live in a shitty dorm. When Snafu had offered his home to become your home, you knew you had fallen in love with him. As much as Snafu was the occasional pain in the neck, he was yours and you were his.

Also in those two months, your professor had invited you to a semester party after you had finished up exams. The university you attended was celebrating his retirement and had invited the whole school. Not wanting you to be alone, Snafu tagged along. He looked amazing that night; his wild curls tamed with copious amounts of gel, a white collared shirt, and dress shoes that were crisp. It would have been a lovely night if Snafu had simply kept his mouth shut, which he struggled with.

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Walking arm and arm with your Cajun boyfriend, you were literally the belle of the ball. The amount of compliments you had received on your outfit was impressive. You had to thank your friend for the simple, yet elegant outfit.

One of your classmates had stopped to compliment your outfit. After a short discussion, you and Snafu continued your way to your assigned seating. Smiling at one of your classmates, Snafu pulled you in closer to his body.

“Relax Snaf,” You smiled as you leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Whaddya talkin’ ‘bout? I’m fine. Justa’ lotta guys comin’ up ta you-I don’t blame them ‘doe. But if the-”

“Y/n!”

Snafu was cut off by your friend Hana. Best friends since birth, the two of you were inseparable. Same neighborhood, same high school, and same world-renowned university. Hana knew you better than your own parents at times. You left Snafu’s link to go give her a hug. Hana walked over and gave Snafu a pat on the back, knowing him quite well. You could tell she was a little standoffish with him since she thought he was way out of your league, but was glad to finally see you happy.

“Someone's looking dapper tonight!” Hana commented, patting Snafu’s shoulder. Snafu chuckled and nodded back, complimenting Hana’s (hideous) pink coral slacks. You saw Snafu’s confusion at how bright the pants were. Hana, even if she was your best friend, was a drastically different person from you. “Glad you brought him along, y/n. You guys look so cute together!”

Snafu stood right beside you. Feeling a firm hand on your waist, he looked over and gave you a devilish smirk. “Hana, my cher right here is ‘da real belle of the ball? They don’t even have to try-they just always look flawless.”

While being flirty, Snafu’s sweet side was starting to break through. The three of you chuckled as you gave Snafu a peck on the cheek. Cooing into his ear, “Merriell Shelton, you’re one heck of a kiss up.”

“What? I’m only speakin’ the truth.” He defended.

Hana smiled along at that, giving you a small wink. “Snafu is only speaking the truth. You guys are looking for your table?”

You nodded in response. The banquet hall was small and full of people. It was also dark which made it near impossible to find your assigned seating.

“We’re actually at the same table! Allow me to lead the way.” Hana stated. Snafu and you followed here through the crowd to the table. It mainly contained your classmates and a few of their families and friends. Everything was at peace until you saw a flash of a preppy patchwork suitjacket. It took a minute to process before it hit you and Snafu.

It was the one and only Chad.

Chad had been conversing with his friends.Upon seeing you, he let out a bostieorus laugh with his other preppy friends. Snafu felt immeidntly threatened in his presence, his hold tigenthing at your waist. He was trying to act tough but came off more as a child who’s favoruite toy was going to be taken away. As Chad stood up to come greet himself, you leaned over with your teeth gritted into a smile.

“Don’t say a damn thing. I can handle this.”

The tension between Chad and Snafu was evident. Here Chad was a young and egotistical frat boy who thousands of girls would squirm after. Here Snafu was, a bug-eyed Cajun with a heavy accent and one hell of an attitude. Chad still seemingly wasn’t over the fact that he was almost run over one time by Snafu. He even lightly joked about it, which didn’t sit well with any of you. This only caused Snafu’s burning hatred for Chad to grow even more. Chad was the gasoline and Snafu was the flame. Unfortunately, you and Snafu were placed right next to Chad and his friends. Hana was right next to you and knew that this wasn’t going to end well with the prepster and Cajun. Snafu would swing around the cheap whiskey in his cup and glare down Chad whenever he would even dare look at you. You hated the fact that Snafu was acting like this just because of Chad. The inner immature child in Snafu was beginning to show when Chad began to talk politics. It led to a passive aggressive agreement before you became the mediator before someone got a black eye.

Chad was busy talking to his goons when Snafu turned to you, a hand on your thigh. You placed your hand, squeezing it as you leaned in. “Bab-”

“I don’t like him. Prissy little bitc-”

“Merriell!” You scolded. “Langug-” Snafu smirked as he leaned in to whisper into your ear. “I ain’t a Proctologist, but I know an asshole when I see one. Do people think he’s straight? With those pink tight pants, it’s sendin’ another message.”

A snort escaped your mouth as you leaned into the Cajun’s shoulder. He did have a point though. What did people see in Chad that was so attractive?

Snafu noticed that you were amused by his humor. That devilish smirk you knew all too well was plastered on his face. “We should bust outta here, ditch the party and go back home. Watch a ninety day fiance. I like what’s on ‘da outside, but i wanna see what’s on ‘da inside…”

Snafu’s fingers crawled closer to your stomach. You bit your lip in response, your cheeks burning. It was so hard to resist him all dressed up and neat. Two could play this game.

“What the hell am I ever gonna do with you, Merriell Shelton?”

“Beats me, (Y/p) (Y/l/n).” He purred into your ear. It was definitely starting to become harder to resist him, especially when he called you by your professional name. But you had to contain yourself and watch over Snafu for another hour.

Your professor had walked over, interrupting your intimate moment. It was mostly for the better. Snafu had a chance to talk to your professor and learn more about the class you had been taking. He chatted up a storm with Snafu, who seemed integrued. Snafu wasn’t one for learning whatsoever. But anything that his partner would do was of interest. Your professor had even complimented Snafu saying that he had found a lovely partner. As he walked away, Snafu stood by and grabbed your drink to go get a refill. You attempted to get up but Snafu put a hand on your shoulder, holding you down.

“Sit down, darlin’.” He stated, saying a hard d in his creamy Cajun voice. “I’m takin’ care of my smart lil’ student.”

The next few events happened too quickly for you to process. Once Snafu had left, Chad had scooted into his seat. You could smell the vodka on his lips. He began to be his typical self, but got much more invasive of your space. You mostly ignored him as he talked about how rich his family was and his summer house on Nantucket. Hana wasn’t there, so you were stuck until Snafu came back.

Chad began to insulet your boyfriend. It started out as nothing more than a drunken rant, but things slowly came to tug at your heart. He began to make fun of his appearance, calling him “bug-eyed” and “dirty looking skin”. He made fun of his work occupation, outfit, almost anything and everything about him. It was definitely an uncomfortable situation. Where the hell was Snafu?

The breaking point was when Chad had wrapped his arm around you, asking you “What the hell do you see in that loser?”

The next events were full of discord. Snafu had come over, furious. He had yanked Chad out of his chair, yelling in his face. Chad began to cry, threatening to sue you and Snafu. He had also thrown pathetic insults at Snafu, which only made Snafu’s burning hatred brighter. Everybody had their eyes on Snafu, you, and Chad. Embarrassed, you grabbed Snafu and dragged him out of the venue. It was best for the both of you to leave before the police were called. The last words you heard before leaving were Chad’s drunken cry.

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer next day! Hope you both get evicted from your shitty little apartment! You people are so evil!”

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“You could have just ignored him!”

“Like hell! He had yah’ hand ‘round you, tryin’ to s-”

“Oh for the love of god!” You cursed. “I could’ve handled that on my own. You didn’t have to yank him out of his chair!”

“I did have ‘ta! He was assaultin’ you! You’re my c-”

“Merriell, do not cher me. This is serious,” You hissed. All you wanted to do was go to bed and escape this horrible nightmare. “He could charge you for assault. Even if it was minor, you did try to run him over with your car. There’s no way you could stand a chance against that. If you had let me handle it, it wou-”

Snafu raised his voice, “Y/N! HE WAS HARRASIN’ YOU! TRIED TO PULL DOWN ‘YER PANTS! WHAT ‘DA HELL DID YOU THINK I WAS GONNA LET HIM DO? YOU JUST NEED TO FUCKIN’ LISTEN SOMETIMES!”

His sour tone definitely made your whole body go numb. When Snafu raised his voice, you knew he was mad. He was usually pissed off at the world, but it was chilling to hear him scream. His eyes widened as the gel in his hair began to wear off; his unruly curls began to show. You stepped back, feeling tears sting at your eyes. Snafu, upon seeing this, freaked out. He had been irritated the whole night. The last thing he wanted was to see you all upset. Your lip began to quiver as warm tears streamed down your cheeks. The Cajun’s face softened, walking over to apologize. He had fear all over his face. You were the person he loved the most yet at times he had no idea how to comfort you. Emotions weren’t his speciality. He grew up greedy and selfish since it was all he knew. When he had met you, Snafu had truly changed. He didn’t know how to describe it, but you had made him a better person. You gave him hope that the world wasn’t such a shitty place.

Turning around, you walk upstairs and block out everything. Your eyes are full of tears, blinding your vision. Snafu followed after you, begging for forgiveness. He was like a lost, heartbroken puppy. Instead of heading towards your shared bedroom, you decided to hide away in the bathroom. Slamming the door, you back into the wall and slowly slide down. All you wanted to do was just let your emotions loose and not have to think about absolutely anything. You just wanted to be alone with your tears and nothing more.

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The tears eventually stopped with your vision cleared. You could feel the dry makeup under your eyes. Your arms and legs felt numb as you were backed to a wall, staring into the shower. What did your professor think? It was horribly embarrassing for you. There was no way you and Snafu could win a lawsuit against Chad. He knew the power he had over the both of you. It was going to be an absolute nightmare. Hana was most likely blowing up your phone with notifications. What di-

Your thoughts went away when you heard the bathroom door open. It was the one and only Snafu who had the look of a sad puppy. He normally wasn’t this soft, but his face was ridden with guilt. You didn’t even react when he walked over and sat right next to you, his thigh right next to yours. Staring at the wall, he let out a sigh. His big blue eyes were right on you.

“Cher,” His fingers trailed onto your chin as he gently turned your head. Your face was destroyed with ruined makeup. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Guilt was all over his face. But there was no time to be whining, all he could do was attempt to make things right.

“Come on,” Snafu cooed. Grabbing your hand, he gently led you up to look in the mirror. This was the second time you saw yourself in the mirror that night. You looked like you had been hit with a tornado. The once neat outfit had been wrinkled, your neatly gelled hair wispy and falling apart, and your face covered with runny makeup. Snafu had gone through the cabinet to grab some makeup wipes. His fingers titled your head to him as he ran it gently over your face. Instead of fighting back, you let him remove the makeup from your face. He made sure to clean off every little bit from your foundation to your lipstick. As he reached your eyes, he peeled off one of your fake leashes and jumped back.

“Sacre bleu!” He cursed, throwing the eyelash into the sink. Snafu was a man who was scared by nothing, except for a fake eyelash. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“ ‘Da fuck is dat thing? Fuckin’ spiderweb lookin’ bitch. Looks like it has a damn life of its own...” Snafu ranted as his words slowly turned into french. He turned over to you, biting your lip as you held back a laugh.

A smirk appeared on his face as he placed his hands on his hips, “You’d wear this shit?”

“Hana gave them to me.” You shook your head, smiling. He did have a point; they looked like spiderwebs. “I know, they're ridiculous.”

You felt Snafu’s calloused hands grab your waist and halt you on top of the bathroom counter. “Well atleast you make them look hot. Speakin’ of hot, you looked amazing tonight…” He looked down before looking right back into your eyes. “Listen, I’m sorry darlin’. Just seein’ him bother you made me livid. Ain’t no one gotta treat my cher like ‘dat. Especially ‘dat vineyard vines lookin’ prissy.”

You let out a sigh, leaning into his shoulder. “God, his suit was awful…”

“Fuckin’ blindin’. Like, pick a struggle with ‘dat middle part and layerin polo shit…”

A snort escaped your mouth. Snafu wasn’t wrong; Chad looked even worse than he usually did. It was always bright, blinding colors matched with even brighter, more hideous clothes. Snafu’s hand gently caressed your hair as you leaned onto him.

“By the way…” You cooed into his ear, “I’m not condoning what you did, but hearin’ you rip Chad to pieces was kinda hot...”

“Want me ta’ do it again? I’d love to see his little face all scrunched uppa’ ‘gain.”

“God no,” Shaking your head, your hands fiddled with his unruly curls. “If you do, i’m gonna take away all your cigarettes. We can’t handle the lawsuit that’s coming.”

“Y/n, hate to break it ‘ta yah, but I’m not a rule follower. Can I atleast run him over with ‘ma car? Or steal his trump sign?”

“Snafu Shelton, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

Snafu wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. He held on tight, like a child holding a teddy bear. “Stay with me. Right here, right now.”

You smiled into his shoulder as the two of you were wrapped in each other's arms. Snafu was certainly a handful, but you loved him more than anything in the world. He was truly willing to do anything to protect your honor and make you happy. That was a true man, not a boy.

“Ok, your chokin’ me Snaf.” You stated. Moving his arms, Snafu looks at your eyes as you rubbed them. “What time is it?”

“Ten? Darcey and Stacey are on.” He said, grabbing your hand as he led you out of the bathroom into your bedroom. “We can poppa’ few beers and order from Shanghai.”

An relieved sigh escaped from your mouth. Alcohol and chinese food were the perfect cure to a horrible night. “Thank freakin’ god. Anythin’ to forget this god awful night.”

You walked away to throw on your sweatpants and one of Snafu’s flannels on. Suddenly, his hand grabbed yours as he pulled you back to whisper into your ear. “Can’t wait ta’ see you outta’ dat pretty lil’ number ‘ya got on.”

An over exaggerated gasp escaped your mouth as you playfully (gently) slapped his face. A snarky laugh escaped his mouth. You rolled your eyes as you walked over to change. “Keep it in ‘ya pants, soldier.”

“Sorry. Whenever I see yah, I lose control darlin’.” Snafu smirked devilishly. “Can’t help it that you're smart n’ sweet. Just like candy.”

“Seriously, what the hell am I going to do with you?” You repeat yourself as you finish changing. It baffled you how you could handle Snafu. He was a manchild at times.

The Cajun grabbed your waist and began to tickle you. You fought back as you held back your giggles. Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down as the two of you held each other. His hand drew careless figures into your back as you nestled your face into his neck. He placed a kiss into your face, gently sighing into it.

“I love you, y/n.”

“Love you too, you dirty bastard.”

#rami malek x reader #snafu shelton x reader #merriell shelton x reader #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #rami malek #the pacific #my writing

[goldenncherrybombb]

Hey dude, I was wondering, whenever you have time, and whenever you feel like it, could you maybe write a fluffy platonic bestfriend!harry with a reader who's like 17-18 and an actress who's in a movie and he writes a song for the movie so that's how they know each other, and they're doing the press tour of the movie together and an interviewer is being rude and Harry defends her?

Oh my gosh, I love this idea SO MUCH! I’m literally a sucker for best friend Harry, it’s my favorite thing to write.

Also sorry for taking a bit to reply, I’m still trying to figure out how to use tumblr, lol. And I changed her age to ab freshly 20 :p

any who, hope you like it!

-m

“And cut!” The director yells, and the bell goes off. Everyone is on the go as soon as he gives the cue. Y/n’s makeup team coming over to fix her hair and makeup.

“Do you guys think I’m doing good?” She questions, a little nervous about how well she is performing. She is a new actress after all, this is her first big Hollywood movie! After many failed auditions, and small parts on Netflix series she finally got herself a big role.

“You are doing amazing girl. No need to be nervous.” Her hair stylist, Anna, reassures her. Her makeup artist, jay, nodding his head in agreement.

“They love you, y/n. You were cast for a reason, girly. Now show em what you got.”

“Thank you guys.” She smiles at them and her cheeks redden at her friends compliments. The bell goes off and they all get ready to film the next scene.

The rest of the day goes well and on her way out she bumps into someone, too busy looking down at her scripts just to make sure she remembers everything. Her scripts and keys fall out of her arms and land on the ground, next to whoever she bumped into journal.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, that was totally my fault.” She quickly falls to bend her knees and pick up her things. The stranger bends next to her.

“‘S ok, I wasn’t paying attention either.” His voice sounds familiar. So fucking familiar. But she can’t put a finger on it. She looks up when she gathers her things. Her eyes meeting the strangers for the first time. “Oh I know you. Your the lead character, y/n l/n.” She smiles at, finding it strange that he recognizes her. Harry Styles. Harry styles recognizes her. And she decides that’s the coolest thing ever. “‘M actually writin’ a song for your movie.” They both stand to their full height and he hands her her keys.

“I heard about that! That must be super cool. I’ve always been super interested in music. Just wish I didn’t sound like a dying cat.” They both laugh lightly at that, and he shakes his head at her.

“Doubt that.”

“I wish your doubts were correct. But unfortunately they aren’t.” He just chuckles before he suddenly remembers something.

“I forgot to introduce myself. ‘M Harry.” He holds his hand out, and she takes it in hers and shakes his hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Harry. I’ve actually heard some of your stuff before. ‘M quite a fan of Fine Line.” He shyly smiles and their hands go back to their side.

“I don’t mean this in a weird way, but would you want to go grab some coffee?” She smiles and nods her head.

“Would love too.” He nods and gives her a smile before they turn to walk out. As they walk to his car, she assumes, she remembers something her coworkers briefly mentioned. “Aren’t you gonna have a small part in the movie?” She questions, looking over at him.

“Yeah actually, ‘m quite excited.”

“It’s gonna be fun. I saw Dunkirk so I know you will kill whatever scene you have. Aren’t you in a few with me and Andrea?” She questions.

“Five scenes total.” He informs her. “Then I have a few more with Timothee and Jeniffer.”

“That’ll be fun. We party a lot in those scenes.” She shimmies her shoulders when she says party to add some effect, and it does what she intends to and makes him laugh.

They reach Harry’s car and he takes them to a small cafe. They chat over tea and coffee, y/n also having a double chocolate chip muffin because she couldn’t resist. They talk about growing up, all things music, y/n’s career, Harry career. They both tell stories of the craziest moments they have so far in their journey of success. Both have a good time.

They get to know each other and at the end of the night they exchange numbers. He takes her back to set and drops her off by her car. He tells her goodnight and she does the same, smiling when she sat down in her car.

She hope she just made a new friend. They had so many things in common. From the way they dress, the music they like, their favorite food, etc. She thinks it’s safe to say the connected well at the small cafe and she hopes this is the start of them becoming close friends.

And they do end up becoming close friends over the six months they work together. Harry ended up coming to set more often than not, bringing lunch to y/n or eating the food they serve. They go back to her trailer and eat their food, catching up with each other, and sometimes having a food fight. Harry updates her on the songs he is writing, or the Gucci ads he has been modeling for. She tells him about the scene they filmed, or some small roles she has been offered. They also catch up, asking eachother about how their families are doing, making plans for later that night or if one of them had an event they wanted the other to accompany them too.

They both know each other’s families well. They spend the night at each other houses often. Harry takes her to the studios on her days off, showing her the process of recording. She instantly connects with Jeff as well since they both have a similar since if humor that includes teasing Harry on the regular.

But now the filming was done, and so was the editing. They were two weeks away from the release! Y/n was excited but also extremely nervous. But now they were all doing a press tour. And lucky for y/n, Harry got to tag along because of his small role and because he wrote most of the sound track for the movie.

They were about to go on another interview, this one just her and Harry. Their costars doing their own interviews scattered around the building. She was happy her and harry were partnered to do all the interviews today, it meant more time to goof off with him when they aren’t supposed to.

“Well first off I just want to say thank you guys for sitting down with me today.” The interviewers starts, his name y/n found out, is Ben.

“Thank you for having us.” They both say simultaneously.

“So let’s talk about the movie. I know y/n, you are a main character. Can you tell me what it’s like? Being new to the scene and working around men like Harry or Timothee? It’s got to be hard to contain yourself around the pair.” Y/n doesn’t know whether to scoff or smile through it and act like that wasn’t extremely sexist. But when she sees Harry visibly tense and his face harden she knows to just let it slide. She doesn’t want to start something that her manager will want to kill her for. So she bites her tounge.

“I don’t find it intimidating at all. Both of them are very talented, but I don’t find it intimidating. Especially not when they are you friends.” She puts an emphasis on friend.

“Harry, this is your second roll in a movie, and you wrote majority of the soundtrack, how was that? Do you think you will do more movies after this?” Y/n wants to roll her eyes. Of course he gets a normal question but she gets one asking if she could keep her legs closed around her best friend and costar.

“I enjoyed it. It got hectic and stressful at times. But I really enjoyed it and I enjoy acting and obviously writing and singing so I was glad I could do both.” The interviewer nods and this is how the next few questions go. Y/n getting questions like “which costar would you rather date?” “Did you have a crush on anyone while filming?” Really inappropriate and unprofessional questions. But Harry got questions about the writing process, what his favorite scene to film was, and so on. But it was obvious both of them were fed up with the interviewer asking her the types of questions he was. So after the third question Harry chimed in before y/n could come up with an answer that would answer it but not really answer it.

“‘M sorry, but are you gonna actually ask her about the movie? Or how her acting career has been going? Or just anything other than if she found someone hot or who she would mess around with? It’s quite unprofessional and it’s clearly making her uncomfortable.” The interviewer stills, his cheeks flushing. Even the camera crew stills and in the background I can hear jay clapping and saying “yes Harry” faintly. A small smile forms on her face and she looks over at her best friend, noticing how his gaze is strong as he looks at the interviewer with a penetrating gaze. Harry sounded very professional and calm when he told the interviewer off, but his eyes give away exactly how he feels.

“Right, my apologies y/n. But I think that’s actually a wrap.” He looks over at the director and nods.

He doesn’t even shake their hands before he leaves. He just scurries away with bright red cheeks as everyone’s eyes follow him.

“Thank you for that, H.” She smiles up at him before her arms go around his neck and his go around her waist.

“No need t’thank me. No lady should be asked those questions. It’s no ones business who yeh fancy, or whatever the fuck else he was trying to dig out of yeh. ‘S not the ass hats bloody business.” She chuckles and shakes her head, patting his back lightly.

“It’s ok, Harry. You already told him off, no need to get upset over it again.” She pulls back when she’s done talking and Harry huffs.

“Guess yer right.” She smiles at him and pats his head before they walk off set. As they leave the building she loops her arm around his waist and he does the same around her. Her head rests on his shoulder and his lays on hers as they leisurely walk outside.

“Wanna go get some ice cream?” She questions, already knowing his answer but wanting to see his reaction. His head pops up and he looks at her with wide eyes.

“Course I want t’get ice cream! Only mad men turn down ice cream.” She laughs and shakes her head before he stops in his tracks.

“Race you to the car, loser pays.” She squints her eyes at him and holds her hand out.

“Deal.” He goes to shake her hand but she pulls away and starts running towards Harry’s car.

“That’s not fair!” He chuckles, running a little bit behind her.

And in the end, Harry ends up paying for the ice cream with a pout on his face.

#goldenncherrybombasks #harry styles one shot #fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles blurbs #harry styles drabble #harrystylesconcept #bestfriend!harry

[paper-chain-queen]

Cherry Lip Gloss

Hatsuharu Sohma X Reader

Rating: Teen with slightly suggestive themes

Word Count : 1600+

Summary: Reader is a beauty vlogger and has been tagged in a challenge.

This is my first time writing a one-shot, XReader thing and got a little inspiration while watching YouTube. Even though Hatsuharu and Isuzu are one of my favortite manga ships, I just felt he would be fun for this little one-shot.

You rushed around the room getting ready, which included setting up the camera on a tripod, checking the shot to make sure Haru was in focus, and that nothing odd was in the frame.

Soft brown eyes looked around the bedroom, taking in all the different decor as you set everything up. You even made the bed properly, flattening out the sheets and organizing the pillows as it was in the shot and Haru assumed you didn't want people thinking you were messy or anything.

The bed had been made when he had gotten there. Granted, that had been a few hours ago, and few 'activities' had happened since then.

"You've got dirty in your eyes." You teased as you fluffed a pillow and placed it neatly on the bed, moving to the squishy cow plushie that had fallen on the floor and putting it back on the bed.

" Can't help it, I'm a healthy teenage boy with hormones." He simply stated, and you were tempted to throw a pillow at him but resisted.

You could feel Haru's eyes burning holes in you as you adjusted the camera and lighting, checking everything for a second time to make sure it looked good. You usually wouldn't be filming to late in the day, but Haru had come over unannounced, so there was a change in plans.

Well, you had mentioned to him that your parents were out of town for the weekend, and Haru had possibly seen a rare opportunity to be alone with you. Not that you were complaining.

You took a breath and fluffed out your hair a bit as you sat down next to Haru, who was already fidgeting with a tube of mascara on the low-table.

"Hello my lovelies, welcome back to my channel, today we have a super special guest, Haru-Kun." You smiled at the camera and then presented the handsome boy who only gave the nod to the camera, greeting your audience with a simple and polite, 'hello and thank you for having me.'

You were already sure that you were going to get a hundred comments just about how hot Haru was. Not that you could blame them in the slightest.

Hastuharu had a 'bad boy' look, but despite his tattoos and piercings that could make him look a little intimidating, he was the sweetest boy you knew. Well... he was sweet and polite for the majority of the time. His dark side was a whole other story. But you found yourself loving both because whether he was light or dark, he was still Haru, and you loved him.

"Thank you for tagging me to do this challenge, I am so excited, alas... I am single, BUT Haru-Kun offered to help me out anyway." You explained to your audience, it was a lie, but you and Haru simply couldn't be public about your romantic relationship due to his family.

You looked to your white and black haired boyfriend, asking for what had to be the 7th time if he was really okay with doing this. Hatsuharu was so kind, and you didn't want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn't comfortable doing.

"Do you not trust me?" He asked, slightly lifting an eyebrow but still maintaining his somewhat placid face.

"Of course I do." You did trust him with your life... you, however, didn't fully trust him to be able to do your make-up, but it would be fun.

"I've laid out all of my daily make-up along with a few other fun stuff." As you spoke, Haru started to stretch as if he were getting ready for a fight, and you had to stop yourself from laughing from his dead-pan face as he did so.

"Are you going to tell me what to do?" Haru asked, already looking a little overwhelmed just by picking up your eyelash curler as if it were some device from outer space.

"Nope!" You chirped, popping the 'P.' He pouted, and you had to stop yourself from leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. He was just way too cute for his own good.

The boy looked over all the products, picking up one and then placing it down before picking up another.

"What's this?" He asked

"Moisturizer." At that, he pumped the bottle and squirted a bit of creme into his hands, then proceeding to gently massage it into your face. Haru was very gentle with you, which didn't surprise you one bit.

"And this?" Now he was just being ridiculous.

"... lip gloss." You gave him a look that said 'seriously' as you tried to fight off a smile.

"Ah.. I like this one." He smirked as he stared blatantly at your lips.

"Haru!" You whined as your face blew up red, and he only laughed softly, clearly enjoying tormenting you. Haru really needed to be more discrete if we wanted to keep you guys a secret.

"I'll save this for last..." He mentions as he places the cherry lip gloss down and picks up a bottle of your foundation.

He was surprisingly confident as he just squirted the bottle onto your face multiple times, you finally had to stop him after the 4th pump, asking him not to waste anything.

No words could describe the way you cringed when he picked up a blush brush and started to spread your foundation all over your face.

"What? Am I doing it right?" He asked as he pulled away the brush that had already worked its 'magic' on half of your face.

"You do whatever you feel is right." You told him, even though you really wanted to turn his attention towards your regular foundation brush.

While he looked for the next thing to do, you tapped on the table, trying to gesture to the blending sponge without being completely obvious.

"That is cheating, miss." He playfully scolded as he 'booped' you the nose with your now slightly ruined blush brush.

"Sir, I do not know what you are referring to... now pick up the sponge and blend out my face, please," you begged as you forced him to take the sponge into his hand, and he only smiled as he then just started hitting you in the face with the sponge, gently bouncing it on your face.

"This works a lot better...." He muttered as he continued to blend out your foundation, making it look a lot less streaky.

"Yeah, good call." You teased, unable to hide your smirk, and at that comment, you earned a pinch to your thigh, making you squeal.

You made a mental note to edit that out later.

"Next is... oh this, this goes right here." Homeboy picked out the brightest blush he could find in your collection and went in hard.

"Oh..."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you caught your reflection in the mirror on the table.

"Haruuuu." You whined and started laughing as Haru went back to hit you in the face with the make-up sponge, trying to fix his mistake, making the bright blush a little less atrocious.

It was fun watching him concentrate so hard on the task, his face completely serious as he applied your make-up. As he worked, you just simply enjoyed his handsome features.

When it came time to do your eyes, you were thankful for the comically bright blush because Haru cradled your face to do your eyeliner, your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

"Okay, look up," Haru instructed, getting a little more confident the more he worked, you followed his orders and let him apply your mascara.

Haru backed away, holding your chin in his hands, admiring his handiwork. Last but not least, he reached for the cherry lip gloss he had picked up earlier and then instead of putting it on you, applied it to his own lips.

"What are-" Haru didn't let you finish your sentence as he leaned towards you and gave you a deep kiss, the cherry lip gloss transferring from his lips to yours.

"Haru! We're filming!" You squealed as he continued to give you small, delicate kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

"You -can edit -it out later." He said in between kisses.

"You love creating extra work for me!" You tried to get mad at him, but Haru was making it impossible for you to think straight.

"Well, since you're already going to have to cut it out anyway.... might as well take advantage." The handsome boy smirked, his darker side coming out to play as he placed kisses from your collarbone, sucking softly on your neck and then bringing you in for a long, heated kiss on your lips. Haru's fingers trailed up your waist to your chest, gently feeling you up, causing a moan to erupt from your mouth as his hand slid under your sweatshirt.

"No bra.. naughty girl... let's give them something worth watching," Haru smirked as he carefully pushed you onto the ground as he hovered over you, ravishing you as much as his curse would allow.

Later, when you posted the challenge video, only a few people commented on how Haru's clothes were slightly dishevelled compared to the beginning of the video. You were just glad no one noticed the bite mark the boy left on your neck.

Haru had also been begging for the full unedited video, but you were holding it hostage in case you needed him for another video challenge.

Maybe next time he would let you do his make-up.

#fanfiction #fruits basket fanfiction #hatsuharu sohma #haru x reader #fruits basket #hatsuharu x reader #fruits basket x reader

[lordbloodysoul]

Tag Game!!!

Tag Game! Tagged by both @lover-of-skellies (well, more like I saw this post and couldn't resist doing it xD )

Rules:

Answer the questions and tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

Three ships I enjoy: 

1.) I ship Decans and Vibe. Too sweet, yet so full of angst and spite (on my side, due to some of Vibe's actions) x3

2.) I ship female Shepard with Garrus! I tried romancing others in Mass Effect, but I couldn't. No matter how much I tried. :,)

3a.) If it counts! I Broship Deccy and Fresh from Momma CQ and Worldview! Those two are the BrosTP the world needed for sooo long!! :D

3b.) If that doesn't count, then I take Byleth and Claude :P

Last song:

What "last song"? Last I listened to? Last I danced along? Last one that I can remember well?

I'll just take all of these options xD

1. Last one I listened to - "Housten" by BigGiantCircles

2. Last I danced along to - "Deadlock" by F-777

3. Last one that I can remember well - "Scatman" by Scatman John

Last movie:

The last movie I've watched? Huh... That's a good question... I am actually not watching many movies lately... I think the last one was "The Last Unicorn", which comes on constant rerun during Christmas... My kids wanted to watch that one so badly, so I complied xD

Currently watching:

My sanity Level dropping as I try to draw my Kid!Rift Concept Art

Currently craving:

Anything to get UT Sans to stop napping on my work table and Fresh!Sans to drop confetti all over my Tower...

Currently reading:

Part 4 of "The Incident" by @alainaprana & @little-noko Need to finish editing this old text, so everyone can enjoy Deccy Fresh BrosTP Goodness!! >:3

I Tag:

The first 9 people to like comment or reblog this!! >:3

Yeah, no, seriously. No pressure, guys. I do this stuff for fun xD

#Tag #tag game #game #LordBloodySoul

[turkoftheslums]

Let’s start a chain of sweetness.

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

ONE: He is one snarky guy. Being such a reserved and quiet person irl, I don’t often get to snark or be witty in conversations so it’s really nice to do that with Reno.

TWO: As I’ve mentioned in the past, Reno is a three-dimensional character - he acts like a bad guy but has a conscience hiding deep down that he only shows to Rude. He has feelings and emotions he’s stuffed down as deep as he can and it’s interesting to think what could happen if they just bubbled to the surface.

THREE: Reno is a trained combatant. I’ve gotten into writing combat as of recent and getting to write it with him feels like a blessing. I never got to write combat at all with Noctis, not even in fanfics so writing and choreographing fight scenes feels great. It’ll get put to use one day.

FOUR: The amount of stuff he just has tucked away everywhere - and that’s just on his person. He has things folded up neatly and tucked in pretty much all his pockets. “Why does he not have huge bumps sticking out?” I hear you ask. Tetris logic.

FIVE: For all the violence that’s involved with his job, Reno is a secret sweet bean. He hates showing it but he craves even the tiniest sliver of affection and dislikes being alone unless he really, really needs to be alone. Idk can you tell I’ve been grasping at straws from point 2 onwards?

5 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

Why can I only pick 5?? I love so many D:

ONE: Always at the top of my lists is @rude-at-your-service​. He’s my bro and I always love seeing him on my dash. He was the 8th person I followed when I made this blog back in 2015 and I’m super duper glad we’ve reconnected (and he helped keep me sane for part of my train journeys last month). And just for you good sir; jag skulle behöva lite vatten. (Say the thing, I dare you)

TWO: Next up we have Lyri for whomst I shall tag @hautevaux​. Lyri is a gem. Lyri is bae. Vaux is bae. I was really shy to approach at first because her writing is just 😲😲 it’s so good and we’ve really clicked since we first started talking and I love it. Also, I promise I’m not ignoring you when you compliment me, my brain just blue screens and doesn’t know what to do.

THREE: @that-turk-laney​ come back to us, Mia! We miss you! But seriously, I think Mia was one of the first people I followed when I returned back in February and she’s really helped me build Reno up. We really need to get that soft thread going, we really do. Movie night for Reno and Elena, yes please.

FOUR: JAEJAE. I love the good JaeJae over at @cssnei​. He got me really into some stuff coughUpUpDownDowncoughDevilMayDrycough and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. Every Wednesday we sit and wait for DaParty to start streaming then type in capitals at each other on Discord while laughing our asses off. I enjoy the fun we have and I hope that doesn’t change when we finally run into each other.

FIVE: Finally, I’ve decided to finish off with @shinrasfirst​ whom I used to admire from afar. Min is super cool and I spent actual weeks trying to get myself to check them out and follow them because we have a few mutuals and I was like “Hnnnnnn, I’m sure we’d get along but hhhhhhhhh”. Then they followed me first and I was like “!!!! wtf????” so yeah, now we occasionally talk about Kpop and I can’t remember what else we’ve talked about but we’ve talked about other things. (I have Discord if you want it)

5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

I’m gonna cheat here and group a bunch of songs together because y’all need to be exposed to my here there and everywhere music taste. (Judge me, I dare you)

ONE: So I’m actually putting 3 songs in here. My mum’s favourite decade has always been the 80′s so I grew up listening to a lot of D.uran D.uran - I still have memories of us in her green car with the cassette player and I’d beg for us to listen to the D.uran D.uran tape (which is merely 10 years older than me!). My favourites have always been Rio, Hungry Like The Wolf, and Save A Prayer. SAP is absolutely my first emo song. (And interestingly enough, I don’t think Reno would listen to DD songs)

TWO: Infinity by Guru Josh. This. Damn. Song. Why is it so bloody difficult to find the specific version I grew up with?? But yeah, the saxophone has stuck with me all these years - and I’m still proud of myself for identifying the first instrument heard as a saxophone. I feel like this song says something about me...

THREE: Courtesy of JaeJae, I am super into DMC. Nero’s theme in 5 is probably my favourite thing in existence and I’m probably going to listen to it on Thursday. Sticking with video game music, let’s add some more here shall we? This remix of Supporting Me used in S.onic F.orces just gets me in the right spot. That goddamn guitar is just *chefs kiss*. Also the theme for Green Hills in the Sonic movie makes me want to sob because I grew up with Sonic the Hedgehog in my life and the movie being really good despite some pacing and editing issues-- I just-- someone come cry with me 😭 THOSE CHORDS (also chucking in Un-gravitify from Riders: Zero Gravity because that series is underrated as hell and I can’t believe Free Riders killed it. Revive Riders, you cowards. Give me my extreme gear back) - I feel like Reno would definitely listen to a lot of video game music (especially from Sonic and DMC)

FOUR: It’s Brit time again: Mr Brightside by The Killers- ahem, sorry, the anthem for the UK. Cheesy Brit songs? Yes, please. 5, 6, 7, 8 by Steps was my childhood - I still know the steps to it ;¬¬, I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred is an absolute must and you know Reno listens to this even if it’s not particularly to his taste - it just fascinates him, THIS SONG - I love it so much and I’ve convinced myself I can mimic it almost perfectly, my mum probably sensed something was up years ago considering my obsession with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Bands like Busted and McFly with songs like Glad I Crashed The Wedding and Obviously, as well as VengaBoys with We Like To Party are joint guilty pleasures.

FIVE: To flip to a whole other spectrum, both Reno and I are fond of rock and metal and you will likely find one of us mouthing along and bopping our heads to songs like Hero by Skillet, Bodies by Drowning Pool (I have to resist the urge to scream along every time), It Has Begun by STARSET, and Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead. It only just clicked with me in recent months that I did in fact have an emo phase (if a little low-key) and it was devoid of P!atD and MCR which is a crime. But songs like this are absolutely guilty pleasures for both myself and Reno.

Tagging: Everyone tagged above, as many of my Aerith/Aeris mutuals as I remember: @roseusuitta, @cultivatxr, @pulchralilium, @floralcetra, @flowergirlgillionaire, @wallflowergainsborough, @churchflower, @thememcry, @angetoile, and YOU (should you wish to do it)!

Tagged by: @madamdirectcr

#OoC #Positivity #long post

[juju-on-that-yeet]

It Takes a Village, Chapter 7/12

Yandere gets kidnapped during a day out with Dr Iplier, and it’s up to an unlikely hero to save him.

Obviously, this chapter is a little more intense than the previous ones. No shame if you skip it.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, harm towards a child, threats of death towards a child

Tags: @tired-eldritchhorror @peribloke (ask to be tagged)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Read on AO3!

Enjoy!

~

It’s a beautiful day in the city, and for this reason, Dr. Iplier decides it’d be fun to take Yandere out for a stroll.

He’s been able to go out with Yandere often since he decided to forgo treating humans for the moment, and Yandere sure seems to enjoy it. He’s always gawking at the things they see, pointing at dogs getting walked and laughing at the occasional street performer. Dr. Iplier uses the trips to go shopping, too, to get small things and food staples, and Yandere nearly always comes away from those trips with a new outfit that Dr. Iplier thought he’d be adorable in or a new toy he couldn’t resist spoiling him with.

Unbeknownst to Dr. Iplier, though, his trips with Yandere soon attract some unwanted attention.

On this day, a group of three men are standing together, half-hidden behind the corner of an office building. They’re watching Dr. Iplier walk along, pushing Yandere in a stroller.

“You sure this is worth it?” says one man.

“Yeah, he’s just some dude,” says another, “What makes you think he has money?”

“Are you both idiots? Look at his getup,” says the third man, the leader. “He’s a doctor, doctors make a ton. And he’s always spending a ton on that baby there.” He points to Yandere, who’s sitting happily in his stroller. “We get the baby, we ransom the baby, Doc pays, and we’re sitting pretty. It’s easy.”

“So what, we just kidnap a baby in broad daylight?” asks the first lackey.

“Why not?” The leader smirks. “We just wait until he’s somewhere secluded, then we jump him. There’s three of us and one of him, it’ll be easy.”

“It sure sounds easy…” the second lackey muses. He shrugs. “Fuck it, let’s do it. I could use some money.”

“Alright,” sighs the first lackey, “But let’s make it quick. The longer we take the more likely that hero is gonna show up.”

“What, you worried Silver Shepherd’ll beat you up again?” the leader laughs, “Forget Shepherd. He’s an idiot in a cape, he couldn’t even get us arrested. Now let’s keep following the doc, and when I say so, we get him. Alright?” The others nod. “Good.” He grins. “Let’s do this.”

~~~

Dr. Iplier doesn’t realize that anything is amiss until he cuts through a shaded alleyway between two brick buildings to get to a shop faster.

Then, all at once, he’s being tackled and grabbed.

“Hey, let me go! What the–!” Dr. Iplier is cut off as he’s forcefully yanked away from Yandere’s stroller by two pairs of hands. He struggles but can’t break free. One man briefly releases his hold on him to punch him in the gut, knocking the wind and the fight out of him.

“Dada!?” Yandere cries, scared and confused. He yelps as his stroller is suddenly moved by someone, a third person.

Dr. Iplier manages to look up in time to see the man reach for Yandere.

“No!” he shouts, fighting all over again and ignoring the pain. “Don’t touch him! Don’t–”

“If anyone hears us and comes running,” the man says, continuing to reach for Yandere, “You and the kid are getting your heads kicked in. Get it?”

The men holding Dr. Iplier back grin and tighten their grips on his arms. Dr. Iplier forces himself to be quiet, even though every fiber of him is burning to defend his son. Yandere, though, shrieks as the man grabs him and undoes his straps, pulling him out of the stroller. He struggles harder than Dr. Iplier did, wails louder than he yelled.

“You shut up and quit squirming, or pretty soon you won’t be able to do either!!” the man growls, shaking Yandere.

“Don’t shake him–” Dr. Iplier starts, cut off by a hand clamping over his mouth. The man holding Yandere covers Yandere’s mouth, too.

“Shut up already, you–” The man yells in pain as Yandere bites his finger, hard. He pulls his hand away, revealing a bit of broken skin and a drop of blood. Dr. Iplier only has a moment to be proud of Yandere for defending himself before the man slaps Yandere across the face. The high-pitched squeal that rips from his throat is unlike any sound that Dr. Iplier has heard him make before. His heart drops and he feels like he’s going to vomit.

“No, no, no, please, don’t hurt him, please–” he mindlessly babbles through the hand over his mouth.

“I warned ya.” The man’s hand is back over Yandere’s mouth again, and this time he hardly even dares to cry, much less bite him again. He nods to the men holding Dr. Iplier. “Knock him out.”

“Wait–!”

Dr. Iplier’s protest goes unheard as he’s heaved by the men and slammed against a brick wall, headfirst. Pain bursts in his skull and stars dance behind his eyes, blinding him. He lets out a choked cry, too dazed for a full scream. Yandere screams enough for them both, and it’s all Dr. Iplier can hear as he’s shoved a second time.

The stars in his eyes turn to spots, then to smudges, then to deep darkness.

~~~

Silver Shepherd has a knack for knowing when and where trouble is brewing. It’s his own personal spidey-sense, allowing him to stop crimes before they go too far, save people from harm or death, and sometimes prevent crimes if he’s lucky.

Today, though, he’s already in the middle of dealing with an armed robbery when he feels that familiar prickle, the goosebumps on his arms and the tingle in his legs telling him to go, go to this place, something’s happening, go, before it gets worse. Unfortunately, his sense can’t tell him the severity of the crime, so he has to hope no one’s getting away with murder as he subdues the robber. This particular robber isn’t a hardened criminal, more like an idiot who wanted to show off and get some extra cash.

“C’mon man, I can’t go to jail, I’m only twenty!” the robber cries from the chair Silver handcuffed him to. The gun is on the counter of the convenience store they’re in, far out of his reach.

“Then you’re old enough to know better,” Silver tells him, “And you should’ve thought about jail before you decided to threaten some poor cashier with a deadly weapon for a few bucks.” Said cashier is still hiding behind the counter in fear. “I mean seriously, working in customer service is hard enough without jerks like you coming into stores brandishing guns and trying to steal!”

The robber just glares at Silver and says nothing more, so Silver walks to the counter and looks over the side, addressing the clerk.

“Are you holding up alright?” he asks.

“I-I guess,” the cashier says from where he’s crouched on the floor, shaking. Silver feels a pang of sympathy; the kid can’t be older than sixteen. Chances are this is his first job. Silver comes around the counter to help him stand.

“So, normally I’d stay,” Silver begins as he pulls him up, “But there’s someone else in trouble that I need to help. You called the police earlier when I told you to, right?”

“Yeah,” the kid says, “Well, I p-pressed the panic button, you know, u-under here.” He gestures to the counter.

“Good, they should be on their way soon. In the meantime, you should probably lock up and wait outside. I don’t think you want any customers coming in to see all this…” He smiles sympathetically. “…and I don’t think you want to stay in here with that guy, either.”

“Y-Yeah.” The kid manages his own shaky smile. “Thanks a lot, like, s-so much.”

“No need to thank me,” Silver insists, “It’s what I do. Maybe I’ll see you ‘round in better circumstances.”

“That’d be cool,” the kid agrees, “Bye, Silver.”

“Goodbye, and take care!” Silver replies, before leaving the convenience store.

The sun is bright and warm on his face as he exits, but he has no time to enjoy it. After having ignored his sense of danger for a few minutes, his skin is crawling with apprehensive energy. No time to walk, he thinks, and he jumps. Instead of falling back down, he goes higher, taking to the sky between buildings and over the heads of the people below.

“Woah, that dude’s flying!”

“It’s Silver Shepherd!”

Silver doesn’t have time to acknowledge the passerby, and instead flies higher, out of sight. He can’t help but feel a prickle of guilt for it, even as his danger sense continues to send sparks over his skin. Once he has a suitable distance between himself and the street to keep from being seen, he takes off through the air, following every turn his danger sense tells him to make. Only a couple minutes later he’s there, and he touches down at the mouth of an alley, shaded from the sun, with brick buildings on either side. There’s no one and nothing around but a lone stroller in the center of the alley. Silver’s heart sinks.

Oh no, not a baby.

He runs to the stroller, and immediately notices two things: First, that the stroller is empty, and second…

“Dr. Iplier??” he gasps, leaving the stroller to kneel beside him.

The doctor is unconscious on the ground a few feet from the stroller. Silver hadn’t been able to see him from the mouth of the alley. A quick once-over finds an awful lump on Dr. Iplier’s head. Someone must have knocked him out on purpose, but for what? Silver looks back to the empty stroller. He knows why Dr. Iplier would have a stroller, he knows who’s supposed to be there, but he can’t see or hear any other signs of people in the alley.

At that moment, Dr. Iplier groans and starts to stir.

“Doctor, hey, can you hear me?” Silver asks him. Dr. Iplier tries to push himself up, and Silver grabs him in time to keep him from falling back down. “Take it easy, you’re hurt, you might be concussed.”

“Yan,” Dr. Iplier gasps, dazed but quickly coming around, “Yandere, we were walking, these guys showed up–”

“Slow down,” Silver tells him gently, “Tell me what happened, slowly.”

“These three guys followed us here,” Dr. Iplier continues, voice edged with panic, “Two of them held me back and pulled me away from Yan, one of them grabbed him, he hit him–!” Dr. Iplier covers his mouth and screws his eyes shut, as though the memory physically hurts. “The guys grabbing me threw my head against the wall and knocked me out. And Yan, where–!”

He catches sight of the empty stroller, and his face drains of color.

“Oh no,” he gasps, eyes filling with tears, “They took him, they took him–”

“Doctor, listen to me,” Silver says, grabbing his shoulders, “I know this is a bad situation, but we can’t freak out. The more we panic, the more time we lose. Alright?”

Silver’s seen Dr. Iplier’s expression more times than he can count. Not on Dr. Iplier himself, but on the faces of every parent whose child Silver had to save. That same anguish, that same terror, that same paralyzing panic. But when there’s someone there to be calm for them, to remind them to keep their heads and to emulate the right mindset, their panic almost always recedes, at least a little. It works for Dr. Iplier, and he breathes in deeply, trying to ground himself.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He laughs a short, bitter laugh. “I’m not usually like this when bad things happen. I don’t need to tell you that, though, do I?”

He doesn’t. No matter how horribly Silver gets injured on the job, Dr. Iplier is calm and collected as he patches him up. Truth be told, Silver has never seen him so frantic.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Silver assures him, “Let’s just get home so we can get your head fixed and figure out what to do next.”

Dr. Iplier nods, and right as Silver is preparing to fly him back to Ego Inc., his phone buzzes.

“What the–” Dr. Iplier mutters, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “There better not be anything catastrophic happening back home, I can’t–” His eyes go huge the moment he opens his phone. For several long moments, he stares at the screen, mouth slightly open, eyes welling with tears again.

“Doctor, what is it?” Silver asks, a sinking feeling in his chest. When Dr. Iplier doesn’t answer, he scoots around him to look at the phone over his shoulder. He can’t hold back a gasp.

It’s a text message from an unnamed number, showing a photo of a man with Yandere held roughly in his arms. Yandere is slightly blurred from movement, but it’s easy to see the bruise spanning his cheek and the tears running down his face. His eyes are scrunched and his mouth is open in a wail. The man holding Yandere isn’t very visible; the photo is zoomed in too close to Yandere to see much more than his left arm crossed over Yandere and pinning him to the man’s chest. Just as frightening, if not more so, is the written message beneath it.

12 hours from now, bring $3 mil in cash to the corner of Johnson and Orange Street or the baby dies.

While Silver and Dr. Iplier are staring at the text, trying to process it, another one comes through.

Just in case you don’t think we’re serious…

A few moments later, another image is sent. It’s Yandere again, still held by the same person, though his grip is slightly different. His right arm is visible now, with a gun in his hand, pressed up against Yandere’s fluffy black hair. Yandere’s eyes are wide with fear now, his mouth in a shaky pout, but his form is much less blurry than the previous photo. No doubt he’s been frightened into stillness.

“Oh god,” Dr. Iplier gasps, tears starting to run down his cheeks, “Oh god, they’re going to kill him, he can’t defend himself like this, they’re going to kill him–”

“Doctor, hey! Remember what I said before!” Silver cries, but he’s shaken too, and he knows it shows in his voice.

Dr. Iplier barely hears Silver as he bursts into tears, and Silver decides he has to get him home and regroup now, whether Dr. Iplier is calm or not.

~~~

When Silver and Dr. Iplier arrive in the lobby of Ego Inc., the Host is already there, as is Darkiplier. They must already know that something happened, judging by Dark’s pensive expression and Host’s worried one. Dr. Iplier is still crying as they come in, and Host is by him in seconds, taking him into his arms. Host hugs him tight and he strokes his hair as Dark approaches, aura whipping around him in anger.

“The Host foresaw Yandere in danger,” Dark growls. Silver shrinks back, and Dark’s steely gaze turns to Dr. Iplier. “Where is he?”

Dr. Iplier pulls away from Host enough to address Dark, but Host keeps one arm around his shoulders.

“H-He’s been kidnapped,” he manages through his sobs. He holds out his phone, still on the awful texts, to Dark.

Dark takes the phone from him, and Silver can see the instant he registers the photos of Yandere. His eyes blaze and his shell splits, revealing different shadows of himself and split-second screams of fear, despair, and most of all, rage. Silver looks over to see Host narrating softly to himself, finding out what’s on the phone as well. His brows furrow and his expression tightens as he murmurs. Dark whirls on Dr. Iplier, startling Host into momentary quiet.

“You let someone kidnap Yandere!?” Dark roars, sending Dr. Iplier cowering and crying harder against Host’s side. Host’s nostrils flare as he tightens his hold on Dr. Iplier’s shoulders and steps forward.

“Dr. Iplier did not let this happen!” he yells back, getting in Dark’s face. “Yandere is his child! He would never willingly allow anyone to hurt him!”

“He tried to stop them!” Silver interjects without thinking. He falters as Dark’s fiery gaze snaps towards him. “I mean, he told me there were three people, and, um, two of them held him back, you know, and–”

“Then why didn’t you stop them?” Dark asks, voice dripping with derision added to anger. “Or did you fail as you always have?”

Silver bows his head, distantly grateful for his mask covering his blush as his face heats with shame. Practically none of the egos take him seriously, he knows that, but it always hurts to be reminded.

“I was stopping an armed robbery somewhere else,” he says, voice small, “By the time I got to Dr. Iplier, he’d been knocked out and Yandere was gone.”

Dark turns back to Host, who is speaking under his breath, letting his narrations go over Silver’s story.

“Well?” Dark asks.

“Silver is being truthful.” Host’s voice is icy. “The kidnappers shoved Dr. Iplier’s head against a brick wall to subdue him. He was outnumbered and overpowered, and Silver had no way of knowing what was happening. By the time the kidnappers confronted Dr. Iplier, there were no paths left where Yandere was left unharmed.”

“What paths are there now?” Dark demands.

Silver watches Host murmur and listens to his voice dip up and down as he ventures through the future with no small amount of awe. It’s not often he sees Host flex his power like this, and it amazes him every time. When Host is done, he addresses Dark.

“There are many possible futures in which Yandere is brought home safe.”

“And the rest?”

Host pauses, mindful of Dr. Iplier still crying into his trenchcoat.

“There are paths where Yandere comes home with greater injuries than he has now…” Host admits, “…and several paths in which he is rescued too late.”

Dr. Iplier sobs harshly, and Host turns away from Dark to hug the doctor close again. Silver shudders to think of those men hurting Yandere, much less killing him. Dark doesn’t like the thought of it either, judging by his furious expression. He looks at the photos again.

“Perhaps Wilford can teleport to where they are…” he begins.

“Is that my cue?” Wilford says as he suddenly appears with a pop next to Silver. Silver yelps in surprise and jumps backwards, nearly tripping over his cape as Wilford strides over to Dark. He spares a glance around at everyone, taking in their various unhappy and angry expressions. “Geez, what’s up with all of you?”

“This,” Dark answers, handing him the phone.

Wilford takes it, and his genial expression almost instantly turns stormy. His eyes widen and turn bright pink as his brows turn down, and his nostrils flare. Almost immediately a vein pops out in his forehead, and Silver can see his jaw clench around his deep frown. Silver steps away, closer to Host. He doesn’t often see Wilford get this angry.

“Oh, that bastard is going to look splendid on my wall,” Wilford growls.

“Can you take us to him?” Dark asks.

Wilford peers at the photos, zooms them in, and appears to try, but his aura fizzles and bursts in meaningless pink puffs.

“It’s no good,” he huffs, “I can’t see enough of the room they’re in, the photos are too damn close!” He throws the phone annoyance, right over Silver’s head.

“Hey, hold on!” Silver yells, running for the phone.

“You idiot, we need that!” Dark snaps at Wilford.

They start to argue as Silver catches the phone in one of his giant gloves. He looks at the photos again, trying to think of a new course of action. If Wilford can’t get a good look at where they are to teleport there, then what now? He stares at the man’s arm holding Yandere, not certain what he’s looking for, but trying to find something useful. There’s nothing unusual about it, except…Silver zooms in on the second photo, seeing a black speck on the man’s arm, next to where Yandere’s own tiny hand is grabbing on for purchase. He hadn’t noticed it before in his and Dr. Iplier’s panic. Dirt? No, too dark, too thin against the skin. A tattoo? Much more likely. Yandere’s hand could be covering the rest of it. Silver looks to the side of the photo, where the man has his other arm up, hand holding a gun to Yandere’s hand. He can just barely see the edge of another tattoo in the same area as the one on the other arm.

Small, likely matching, tattoos on either arm. There’s no one person it could be, but Silver has an immediate hunch, judging from what he can see of the man’s build and skin tone. Has he done it? Has he figured out who took Yandere??

At that moment, the phone is plucked from his grip by Dark’s aura.

“Hey–!” Silver exclaims, turning towards Dark in time to see the phone drop into his open hand.

“I’ll be taking this to the Googles,” Dark says, “They’ll trace the number and we’ll have a better idea of what to do next.”

“Wait, hold on!” Silver cries, running over, “I think I know who the guy in the photo is! You can sorta see his tattoos, and–”

“How many thugs with tattoos are there in this city, Silver?” Dark asks, patronizing. Wilford snickers.

“Um, uh, a-a lot,” Silver stammers, “But, these ones, they’re, I mean–”

“Yeah, well, um,” Wilford interrupts, mocking, “No offence, Shep, but you best be leaving this to the big guns.” He stretches his suspenders and winks.

“B-But I’m sure I know!” Silver insists, “The Googles can look him up, and we can–”

“This is not your decision,” Dark snaps, staring down at Silver with narrowed eyes. Silver cowers, instantly quieting. “Wilford and I will take it from here. Your help is not needed.” He says the word “help” with icy sarcasm.

“I…” Silver tries, but his confidence withers and dies under Dark’s glare.

“Know your place, Shepherd. And don’t get in our way.”

With that, his aura swallows him up and he disappears, off to the control room. Wilford spares one last chuckle at Silver’s expense before following in a puff of pink smoke.

Silver sighs.

“I should’ve known not to question them,” he mutters, pulling his cape into his hand to twist it worriedly. “But the number has to be burner, those guys might not even have it anymore.” He looks at the Host, who still stands nearby, comforting Dr. Iplier. His head swivels to Silver as he senses his eyes on him.

“Does Silver want advice?” Host asks, “Or does he want an excuse to pursue his theory?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“There are many, many futures that hang above us now, waiting to be realized.” Host continues. “Only a scant few see Silver Shepherd making the situation worse.”

“What about the others?” Silver asks, new hope blooming in his chest. Host smiles just a little.

“There are one or two in which Silver does nothing, but there are many in which Silver attempts a rescue. Quite a few see him succeeding.” He peers at Silver like he can see right through him. “But it does not matter what the Host says, because Silver already knows what the right choice is.”

“You’re right,” Silver answers, a slow smile coming over his face, “You’re right, I know what I have to do. What I want to do.” He stands up straighter. “Thank you, Host. And make sure someone looks at Dr. Iplier’s head.”

“He will,” Host replies, offering another soft smile before turning to lead Dr. Iplier away.

Silver, meanwhile, leaves the building with a determined spring in his stride.

He knows what to do, and more importantly, he knows where to go.

~~~

Abel Eyler.

Silver’s dealt with him before, him and his two goons. The three of them aren’t exactly big players in the crime world, but they make more than their share of trouble around the city. All three are slippery, Abel especially, and their crimes have escalated every time they escape, getting worse and worse as they get bolder. Last time they mugged a pair of women on their way home from a concert late at night, and now this.

Abel is identifiable by the small tattoo on each arm; a shamrock overlapping an infinity symbol. The tattoos are cheap, not very well-made, but they’re meant to symbolize Abel’s seemingly infinite luck, the infinite crimes he gets away with, the infinite police officers he’s outrun and escaped.

Maybe today, his luck will finally run out.

Silver makes his way through the city into an old, poverty-stricken area full of crumbling apartments sprayed with graffiti. He knows this area well. People are always getting in trouble here: Domestic violence, gang violence, and drug busts, among other things. Abel and his gang have been here before, and Silver has a hunch that they’ve returned to their old stomping grounds.

He comes by a homeless man at one point, who Silver gives a few dollars and asks if he knows anything about Abel. The man points Silver to an apartment a few doors down, saying he could hear a baby crying a while ago but it has since quieted. Silver’s nerves spike as he thanks him and heads to the building.

He puts his ear against the door, and his super-hearing just barely picks up some odd sounds coming from below.

The basement.

Silver goes around to the back of the building, flying over a fence in the process, and reaches the door to the basement. He listens again just to be sure, and yes, he can definitely hear small, sad noises coming from inside. He remembers the second photo sent to Dr. Iplier, the one with a gun up against Yandere’s head, and shudders. As quietly as he can, he forces the door open. Luckily, he’s had practice, and from what he can hear, Abel and his men didn’t notice a thing. Silver listens to them talk as he heads down the stairs into the darkened room.

“You think the doc’s ever gonna reply?” says one henchman; Ricky, if Silver remembers right.

“Probably not, right?” says the other; Frank. “He’s just gonna show up with the cash. How many more hours do we gotta wait before we get rich?”

“Pipe down, both of you,” snaps Abel. Silver feels a burning in his chest to hear him. “We’ve attracted enough suspicion already with this kid’s yelling. We just gotta lay low until we can get the money.”

As Silver gets closer, he can better hear Yandere’s quiet whimpering. He feels a pang of sympathy for him as he peeks around the corner of the room, finally able to see the others. There’s enough shadow around him to keep him from being seen so long as he’s still, so he waits, assessing the threat and figuring out who to go for first. Abel is the furthest from Silver, sitting on an armchair with the gun from the photo still in his hand. Yandere is near him, placed on the floor, crying as quietly as he can manage. His cheek doesn’t look any better than it did in the photo. Ricky and Frank are sitting on a couch, with Frank clearly bored of waiting around and Ricky much more anxious.

“What if we get caught before that?” Ricky asks. “That doctor could’ve gone to the cops anyway.”

“Not if he gives a shit about the kid,” Abel counters. “We see any cops when we get the cash tomorrow, and we kill the kid.”

“You know…” Frank muses. “We could just kill him now. That way we don’t have to worry about keeping him quiet.”

Silver’s blood runs cold as Ricky and Abel consider.

“That’s way too risky!” Ricky cries, “How’re we gonna return the kid if he’s dead??”

“We’d just put him in a box or something,” Abel says, thinking out loud, “Tell him not to open it until we leave…then we get the cash without babysitting.” He grins. “Looks like you do have a decent idea every once in a while, Frank.”

“Damn right,” Frank says proudly.

Silver’s heart beats faster as Abel bends down and grabs Yandere in one arm, holding him much like he did in the photo. Yandere screams out at being picked up, but Abel points the gun at his face to silence him.

“Shut up,” he growls, “This is already gonna be loud, I don’t need you making it louder.”

“Are you really sure about this, Abel?” Ricky asks, “There’s no way someone isn’t gonna hear the shot. Shouldn’t we at least take him somewhere else?”

“And risk being seen with this loud little shit?” Abel asks, giving Yandere a rough shake, making him yelp. “Nah, it’s better to do it in here.”

“That’s really not a good idea.”

Abel looks up, and Ricky and Frank turn in their seat, just in time for Silver to grab them both by the hair and knock their heads together. They slide to the floor as soon as they’re released, out cold. Abel merely grins.

“You gotta ruin everything, huh, Shepherd?” he asks, tightening his hold on Yandere. He doesn’t move the gun from where it points at Yandere’s face.

“I could say the same to you,” Silver replies evenly, walking around the couch and past the goons to get closer to Abel. “Stealing a baby for ransom and planning to kill him? That’s a new low even for you.”

As Silver speaks, Yandere’s head turns toward him, eyes following his walk around the couch.

“Sibew?” he asks, tentative but hopeful.

“Yep,” Abel answers Yandere, “But it doesn’t matter. He’s not fast enough to stop me if I fired this gun right now.”

“Maybe not,” Silver admits, “But you know, this baby doesn’t know who I am because of my reputation.”

“Wait…” Abel’s expression sours. “You know this kid??”

“Yes.” Silver’s eyes narrow. “And I don’t take kindly to people who threaten my family.”

“I’m not scared of you, Shepherd!” Abel pushes the gun into Yandere’s cheek, making him wail.

“Clearly.” Silver takes another step closer. “But I’m not the only person looking for this child. People much more powerful than me are out for blood looking for him. If you give him to me without a fight, I’ll give you and your friends the chance to escape.”

“What, you won’t even arrest us?” Abel asks, now confused.

“There’s not enough time,” Silver explains, “You’re lucky those people I mentioned haven’t already found you. The moment they get here you’re all as good as dead.”

“Aren’t you gonna save us, then?” Abel says, grinning despite his confusion. “You don’t like killing people, do you?”

“I don’t, but it’s not up to me. I already told you those guys are more powerful than me,” Silver reminds him, “And this isn’t like what you’ve done in the past. You’ve made this personal. I’m not going to keep you guys here but I won’t go out of my way for you. It just can’t be done. Your choices are to hand the baby over and leave or refuse and be killed.”

“I’m holding the baby, remember? I’ll take him with me.”

“I’ll stop you. This isn't like the past when I had better things to do than catch you. And when I stop you, I might decide to stop being so generous and handcuff you to the staircase railing, so you'll be here when the others come looking.”

“You have to be bluffing!” Abel doesn't sound as sure of himself as he did a few minutes ago, but he stays loud and brash regardless, still holding the gun to Yandere.

“What if he's not, though?” Ricky groans from the ground, apparently recovered enough to contribute. “This kid ain't worth it, man.”

“Three million dollars is worth it!” Abel argues.

“That doctor doesn't have three million dollars to give you,” Silver interjects, “The only way he could get that money is if the police were able to secure it for him, and there's no way they could get such a huge amount. They'd have already had him text you back asking to negotiate.”

“So he didn't tell the cops,” Frank says from the floor, barely audible but somehow still smug.

“No, but he didn't need to. Because he has me, and those people I mentioned before. The ones who will absolutely kill all three of you if they find you, whether the baby is alive or not.”

Abel considers, frowning deeply. Silver stares back, keeping his nerves down and projecting quiet confidence. Finally, after several long moments, Abel angrily stuffs the gun into the waistband of his pants and storms over to Silver, roughly handing Yandere over.

“Here’s the stupid kid,” he growls. He looks down to address his goons, still rolling on the floor, dazed. “Come on, let's beat it already.”

“Give us a minute, will ya!?” Ricky protests, groaning.

Silver just grins as Abel curses and starts trying to pull his men away. He leaves the room with a wave, which Abel pointedly ignores.

As he walks up the stairs, Silver expects Yandere to fuss and struggle. He's heard from others how picky he is about who holds him, and it's not like him and Yandere are normally close. But Yandere just clings to him for dear life, crying into his chest. Silver’s heart aches like it always does when he sees a child in distress–worse, even, since no child has never been family before. Silver tries to soothe him as he exits the basement.

“I know that was scary, I know,” he murmurs, stroking Yandere's hair despite his giant gloves. “But you're safe now, those bad men aren't gonna hurt you anymore.”

“Wan' Dada!” Yandere sobs.

“I know you do, I'm gonna take you home right now,” Silver reassures him, “Your dada will be so happy to see you.”

Yandere sniffles, but seems a little less upset than before. Silver isn’t exactly sure what to do next. Obviously he has to get Yandere home, but he’s not sure how. He could walk, of course, but that’d take forever. He flew here, and it’d be easiest to fly back, but not every baby enjoys flying like Silver does. Some do love it, but others get sick or freak out, and after everything Yandere’s been through today, Silver doesn’t want to make him feel worse…But then again, the sooner he gets home the better he’ll feel, no matter how he gets there.

“Yandere, I’m gonna fly us home,” Silver tells him, “So you need to hold on tight, okay?”

“Fie?” Yandere asks, tilting his head.

“Yep.” Silver lifts off the ground, beginning to hover. “See?” He inclines his head down. Yandere looks down, too, and gawks at Silver’s feet standing a few inches above the ground. He seems okay, and Silver knows from experience that getting it over with is better than going slow, so he takes off into the air until he’s at his desired height. Yandere jumps a little as they go but otherwise doesn’t react.

Silver stays hovering in place, now much higher off the ground, as Yandere looks around himself and down in confusion. This is the critical moment, right before it sinks into a baby’s mind that they’re in the air and they decide whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. After looking around, Yandere looks back to Silver.

“Ub?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Silver laughs, “We’re up!”

Yandere laughs, too, and Silver feels a wave of relief go through him knowing that he’s not traumatizing Yandere further.

He flies home slower than normal at first, but Yandere keeps shouting for him to go faster. Silver has to remind him more than once to be still and hold on, as he keeps bouncing and wiggling in excitement, pointing out clouds and birds and buildings around them. All Silver can hear is the rush of the wind and Yandere’s giggly shrieks. By the time Silver touches down in front of Ego Inc., Yandere’s hair is a poofy, fluffy mess, and the only tears left on his cheeks are from the wind in his eyes. He’s still laughing and shouting with excitement as Silver walks inside.

“Mo’ fie!” he yells.

“We can’t right now,” Silver tells him, “You gotta see your dada, remember?”

Yandere gasps, as though he did forget, and becomes excited all over again.

“Dada!!” Yandere cries.

“We’re getting there, calm down!” Silver laughs.

He tends not to fly indoors–normally walking suffices–but for Yandere, he flies up the stairwell to the third floor instead of taking the elevator. Yandere clearly enjoys it, and he’s full of giggles as Silver heads to the clinic. He figures Dr. Iplier is there, either healing from his head wound or trying to get back to work.

The answer turns out to be more or less both. He enters the clinic to see Dr. Iplier with a bandage around his head, pacing the floor as Plus follows him around, trying to urge him back to bed. The Host is there too, observing the scene. By the looks of it, this has been going on for a while.

“Doctor! You are injured and you need to rest!” Plus insists as he follows Dr. Iplier, “You have a concussion, and if you overwork yourself, you increase your risk of–”

“I know, I know!” Dr. Iplier snaps, nerves clear in his voice.

“Then get back in bed already!”

“I can’t, not until Yandere’s back here. I need to know he’s safe!”

At that point, the Host smiles gently.

“The Host suggests that Dr. Iplier direct his attention to the door,” he quips.

Dr. Iplier does, and then does a double-take as he sees Silver standing there with Yandere in his arms.

“I found him,” Silver says with a lopsided grin.

“Dada!” Yandere shouts, reaching out for Dr. Iplier.

Dr. Iplier’s shock melts into deep relief as he practically runs to Silver, taking Yandere from him and hugging him close.

“Oh, Yan,” he gasps, already teary, “Oh, my boy, my baby, you’re here, you’re okay–” He presses kisses to Yandere’s unbruised cheek, his messy hair, and his forehead, over and over. Yandere giggles at all the affection, throwing his tiny arms around Dr. Iplier’s neck.

Silver can’t help but feel a burst of joy watching them reunite. This is the part of his job that he never gets tired of: The moments where he succeeds, where he saves someone’s life or brings them home, and he gets to see their loved ones rejoice at having them back safe and alive. Host and Plus are feeling good, too, both smiling gently as they watch Dr. Iplier smother Yandere with kisses. Host seems to feel Silver looking at him, and he meets his gaze with a different sort of smile, like he’d been hoping for this future all along. Silver stands a little straighter, proud to have proved Host right. Dr. Iplier eventually looks up from Yandere to speak to Silver.

“Silver, thank you,” he says, tears of joy beginning to roll down his cheeks, “Just…thank you so much.”

“No sad!!” Yandere yells, reaching for Dr. Iplier’s face to wipe his tears. Silver and Dr. Iplier both laugh.

“No need to thank me,” Silver says, earnest and gentle, “It’s what I do.”

Still, Silver appreciates it, more than he could ever say.

A few moments later, Dark and Wilford suddenly appear in a mess of black fog. Silver manages not to yelp in surprise–an achievement, considering Wilford is covered in blood. Apparently Abel and his men weren’t fast enough, Silver thinks with a shudder.

“I don’t get it,” Wilford huffs, “We went right where the Googles told us to go and we didn’t–” He stops as he finally notices Yandere, who begins to make grabby hands towards him and Dark. “Kiddo! There you are!”

Wilford steps forward to take him, but Dr. Iplier steps back.

“Not before you shower,” he says.

“Oh, come on!” Wilford mutters, “Yan doesn’t care about blood!”

“Normal Yan doesn’t, but I’d rather not traumatize him further,” Dr. Iplier retorts. “Besides, it’s unsanitary.”

Wilford huffs before poofing away.

Dark, however, is clean, and when he moves to take Yandere, Dr. Iplier lets him. As he holds Yandere, his aura settles around them both, calmer and bluer than Silver has ever seen it look before. Yandere coos happily as he hugs Dark’s neck, and Dark allows himself the tiniest smile in return.

“I’m glad you’re home, love,” he murmurs, smoothing down Yandere’s messy hair.

But then Dark looks at Silver, and despite the calmness of his aura, his gaze turns hard and piercing. Silver notices a single spot of blood on his shirt collar and represses a shiver, but despite this, he doesn’t feel quite so powerless facing Dark this time. He meets his gaze with the same self-assurance he’d met Abel’s with, and waits for Dark to speak.

“Thank you,” Dark finally says, voice even but tense, like it physically hurts him to swallow his pride.

Silver knows he could gloat, say he told them so, or any number of things to put Dark down. But…he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t need to. Yandere is home, safe and happy, and that’s all that matters.

“No need,” Silver replies simply, “It’s what I do.”

#yandereplier #dr. iplier #silver shepherd #markiplier #markiplier fanfiction #kristin says stuff #my writing #it takes a village #i! love!! silver shepherd!!!!!!! #certified gud boi

[lizwontcry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Big Bang Theory (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sheldon Cooper/Penny Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Penny (Big Bang Theory), Leonard Hofstadter, Amy Farrah Fowler, Bernadette Rostenkowski, Howard Wolowitz Additional Tags: penny being pregnant is utter bullshat, so here is my answer to that Summary:

The baby isn't Leonard's.

While the light is still red, Sheldon leans in and kisses Penny gently. She feels an interesting sensation in her belly as his lips meet with hers, and she is hopeful that there will be a lot more kisses like that in her future.

For Sheldon's fortieth birthday, he and Amy throw a huge party and invite everyone they know. With their Nobel Prize money, they have cash to spend on this affair, which they host at a luxurious mid-century modern beach house in Los Angeles (obviously this was all Amy's idea and Sheldon reluctantly went along with it). Raj mans the grill, providing hot dogs and hamburgers, and there is plenty of alcohol available to enjoy as well--Penny makes sure of that, although she does not imbibe herself--for obvious reasons.

"Are you having fun, Mama?" Bernadette asks Penny, after doing three tequila shots in a row with Amy while Penny watches with increasing jealousy.

"Of course! I love seeing my friends getting drunk and then almost drowning in the pool," Penny says, and Bernie laughs too loudly.

"I'll toast to that!" Amy says, doing one more shot than Penny would have advised.

Kripke and Bert are in the corner of the pool arguing about the season finale of Game of Thrones, and Leonard and Wolowitz are watching some Youtube video of the latest particle physics discovery on the patio, preferring to stay in the shade until absolutely necessary.

Penny is sitting by the side of the pool, surveying the action, happy for her friends and the fun they're having. She is also trying not to think about ruining most of their lives with one small sentence, which will have to be done sooner rather than later.

Sheldon extracts himself from Amy for a few minutes and comes over to sit by Penny. They both put their legs in the water. Penny briefly touches Sheldon's toe with hers, which makes him twitch a little. Penny laughs. She knows how much he hates other people's feet.

"Happy birthday, sweetie. I hope you're having fun."

"It's not the worst party I've ever been to," Sheldon admits. "Although I'd much rather be eating Thai food at home while watching--"

"The new Spiderman Blu-Ray, we all know, babe," Penny says. She loves her weirdo friend.

"Yes, that's correct." Sheldon takes a sip of the spiked lemonade Wolowitz made. Penny does enjoy a semi-drunk Sheldon. That's how they got into this mess in the first place.

"So I suppose you haven't told Leonard yet," Sheldon says, looking across the pool at Leonard, who is now eating a hot dog while playing volleyball with Howard. Penny has never been less attracted to him.

"Oh, yeah, I told him last night and he took it really well. He can't wait to raise your baby and co-parent with you and Amy. He's over the moon."

"Sarcasm?" Sheldon asks.

"Yes, Sheldon. Obviously I haven't told him yet. I wanted to wait until after this party. He's so happy right now--he thinks he's going to be a daddy and he never stops talking about it. This baby was going to give him the chance to raise a child the direct opposite of how his mother raised him."

"Why would he want to do that? Beverly is a perfect mother," Sheldon says, and Penny ignores him.

"Anyway. I'll tell him tomorrow night. Are you ready to stick with the plan? I'm not putting my ass on the line if you're going to chicken out."

For a brief moment, Sheldon puts his arm around Penny and she rests her head on his shoulder. This public display of affection is not a good idea, but nobody is watching them, and Penny can always explain that Sheldon was expressing his newfound happiness for her pregnancy if anyone asks.

"I'm ready. Amy thinks I'm going to a conference in Colorado next week and that's why I've been packing in advance."

Penny nods. "Good. But... you don't have to do this, you know. I realize this isn't how you imagined your life turning out. I can deal with it on my own."

"Of course I know that, Penny. And yes, this is not optimal. I made a vow to Amy and I planned to uphold it for as long as I lived, but things change. Now that I've won the Nobel, I find that I am amenable to other possible outcomes. You are carrying my child, and I am committed to you and the baby. We can make this work."

Penny smiles. "We can. I know we can. Have you figured out how you're going to explain this to your mother yet?"

"No. I can't even picture how she's going to react. There's no telling what Jesus is going to think of my actions but I'm sure I'll find out soon." Sheldon sighs and Penny feels the familiar ache of how their lives are going to change so drastically and how many people it's going to affect. "I have to return to Amy now. You are going to tell him tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Penny promises, dreading every single second leading up to her telling Leonard that she is actually having Sheldon's baby.

"Then I'll be ready tomorrow," Sheldon says, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He takes his shiny alabaster legs out of the pool and walks away to find his wife. Penny watches him closely. Although she occasionally had feelings for Sheldon in the last 12 years since they've first met, of course she didn't think they'd end up together. But it feels... kind of right? She doesn't love him, exactly. Not yet. She's hoping that will come after all the guilt from cheating on Leonard with his best friend, and taking her best friend's husband from her, has dissipated somewhat. It's right there on the surface--part of her thinks she's been falling in love with him one small moment at a time for a while now--at least ever since they went shopping together and Sheldon came out looking like a snack in that black suit of his. That's when Penny realized he was way more than a socially awkward comic book nerd.

Penny gets in the pool and swims over to Leonard, who offers her half his hot dog, which she takes gratefully--she's eating for two now. Bernadette joins Howard at the volleyball net and they play together, couple against couple, not knowing that there will be one couple less in the next 24 hours or so.

24 HOURS LATER

Telling him now. Meet you outside in hour. - P

Fine. See you then. - S

It’s about 8:13 PM on a Sunday night. They just had dinner--Leonard made a lovely meal of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, which Penny had been craving for a week. Leonard is sitting at his desk, writing a grant proposal (or something, Penny isn’t really paying attention) and listening to a TED talk. In other words, just like every other Sunday night Penny can remember in the last couple years. She has no idea what Sunday nights with Sheldon is going to entail, but she’s definitely ready to find out.

This would all be so much easier if she went with her first plan, which was to leave Leonard a note and never speak to him again. But Sheldon vehemently disagreed with that method and convinced her to tell Leonard the truth in person. Penny hopes Sheldon’s inherent goodness will rub off on her.

“Hon? I have something to tell you,” Penny says. She’s sitting in Sheldon’s spot on the couch.

“One second, let me finish this sentence…” Leonard says. Penny waits at least two minutes before Leonard turns around. “Okay! What’s up? Is the baby kicking again?”

“No, that’s not it. But it does have to do with the baby. Um, remember that night when Sheldon and I went out for some drinks and then I came home and was too drunk to, you know… do it with you?”

“Yes… of course I do. The week before is when we made that baby. And as I recall, we haven’t ‘done it’ since then.”

Penny nods. The ever-present guilt is starting to make her a little queasy. The questions she asks herself over and over, day and night, are stacking up again--how could I do this to him? He loves me so much and I cheated on him. I’m the worst wife ever. And the like. Penny has always known her morals have been questionable. In a way, she’s not even surprised this happened. Her relationship with Leonard was bound to derail eventually, just because she is the way she is. This is what she thinks in her darker moments--most of the time she’s able to at least justify it enough to make the guilt go away for a while. But that’s not happening tonight. Most likely tomorrow she'll wake up and her other dominant feeling will take over--that she deserves this baby, that her marriage has been a disaster from the beginning, that Leonard cheated on her before they even got married... you know, that kind of thing.

“Well. Sheldon and I had a good time that night. We laughed a lot. He drank more than I’ve ever seen him drink. He was telling me about winning the Nobel Prize and Amy and the problems they’re having in their marriage, and I did the same…”

Leonard looks--well, he looks a lot of things. A bit hurt, a bit confused, a bit angry. He’s going to be a lot more of those things in a few minutes.

“Why would you tell him about our issues? We barely even have any. You know I don’t want to go around telling our friends everything.”

Penny resists the urge to roll her eyes. They have plenty of issues that her pregnancy was just going to provide a band-aid for; before she got pregnant they'd fight every couple of days about both the little things and the big things. From how Penny never takes the trash out to how Leonard doesn't want Penny to audition for anything because he thought her acting days were over. They fought about that one a lot.

She doesn't argue with him on this point, though, because she's the one currently at fault here. "I know. But I was drunk, and I was in a mood. Well, something happened. Something you aren’t going to like. I made a mistake. Sheldon and I both made a mistake. When we got in the car to drive back to the apartment, we sort of… ended up in the parking lot of the Pasadena Public Library. And…” Penny doesn’t know how to finish this sentence. It’s so bad. It’s so so bad.

Leonard has started to figure out that his worst nightmare may be coming true at this exact moment. “And what? You checked out some books and went home?”

“No. It was dark and rainy and we were both drunk. One of us kissed the other. Then we got in the backseat and things… happened.”

“What are you telling me, Penny? Because surely you aren’t saying that Sheldon got you pregnant? That would be utterly ridiculous.”

Penny stares at the floor. She’s glad she already moved most of her stuff into the car so she wouldn’t have to stick around much longer. Can she leave now? Does Leonard have all the information yet?

It turns out he has a lot more to say. Penny listens to Leonard yell, and cry, and accuse, and say all the mean things she knows are true. He deserves to let it all out, she thinks. He deserves a better wife, and she deserves a better husband. They were never right for one another--just because they lived across the hall from each other doesn't mean they are soul mates. It just means they lived across the hall from each other.

While he goes on and on, Penny thinks about how she used to love Leonard at one point in her life--it seems like a long time ago, but she wasn’t always dissatisfied and bored with their marriage. She should have done something about it instead of ending up in a backseat with Sheldon, but… it happened. Things can change so quickly.

“I’m going to leave now,” Penny says when Leonard has finally run out of things to say. Leonard doesn’t argue with her. Instead, he ignores her completely, which she actually prefers. She gets her purse and a few other things from her room, and leaves the past behind.

Sheldon is waiting for her in the lobby. They hurry to her car, and once Penny has driven a mile or so, she stops at a red light. She turns to him and is surprised to see that Sheldon is smiling. Like, a real, actual, human smile.

"How did she take it?"

"Not well, I'm afraid. I believe she's writing you several angry texts or emails as we speak." Penny knows there's a lot more to the story, and that Sheldon is devastated in his own way. Amy was the first love of his life. She hates what Amy is about to go through, but there's no turning back now.

"That reminds me..." Penny says. She lowers the window and throws her phone out of it. It lands with a satisfying thud on the road.

Sheldon, without even thinking about it, does the same with his phone. Penny is shocked but delighted.

"This is the new me. The 40-year-old father of a new baby. The 40-year-old husband of Penny. The 40-year-old Nobel Prize winning scientist. I like the sound of that," Sheldon says. Penny laughs. She can fall in love with this Sheldon. This is a much different version of the 20-something she met for the first time who proudly showed her his whiteboards so long ago. This is the man she may, in fact, spend the rest of her life with--and that doesn't scare her or bore her to tears when she thinks about the prospect.

While the light is still red, Sheldon leans in and kisses Penny gently. She feels an interesting sensation in her belly as his lips meet with hers, and she is hopeful that there will be a lot more kisses like that in her future.

"Let's do this," Penny says. Sheldon nods, and as the light turns green, they drive into their future.

#shenny #I keep writing stuff #fandom #fanfic

[thewritingstar]

A-z🙃

B E T. yall really thought i wasn’t gonna answer all of them? Also I just selected random one for specific ones. 

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A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

- Liquid Locket. I came up with this one by trying to mimic the spell Ice Shell, so i thought what is something that has to do with water and something that is like a shell or lock and them bam! Liquid Locket. 

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

-No because I am incapable of being loved. Maybe the Kiribau fic: Dance Dance revolution since my mall did have an arcade and a dragon on a carousel. 

C: What character do you identify with most?

-Probably Juvia because I have delt with depression and I have had people who have helped me through it. 

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

- Can you feel the love tonight- Gruvia fic and Cant help falling in love with you- Nalu fic are both inspired by the said songs. 

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

- Not sure which fics would even have a squeal. 

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

-My fav ones Ive written are probably this Nalu one and this Gruvia one. 

G: Care to share a favorite crack fic?

-Hmmm I don’t think I have a crack ship for any show I watch. Usually I just stick to main ones. Im def open to them but I haven’t found one that Im really into.

H: How would you describe your style?

-Oh gosh. I don’t really know, causal maybe? Its hard because I don’t think writing has a set style like other mediums do, like acrylic painting or water color, i don’t know if there are styles. I guess angst and heartbreak but also fluff? How would you say my style?. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

-I mean we all love a good smut right ;) Maybe soft burns and super fluff. 

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

-hmm not sure what fic i would do. Oh but i am planning to rewrite a gruvia day fic cause i wasn’t happy with the ending. 

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

-Maybe my Assassin Code Kiribaku fic? Maybe even an og stroy about gods of life and death that results in an angst love story.

L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?

-The lush bath bomb au fic. 

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

-I have a few fics and wip chapters planned. Plus a secret event fic coming up! Maybe I’ll start writing some og stories too. 

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

-Prob my nalu ones. Out of all the couples that i write reguarly, nalu is a struggle for me idk why. 

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

-Since I write fan fiction, the plot is my only concern cause I already know the characters to use. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

-Usually I’ll start to written and then it come to me. If its a wip then I might plan but for the most part, it all blooms along the way.

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

- I have a ton. 

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

-Yes!!!!! I have made a few posts about people who inspire me but i’ll name a few. (if i read your fics, you inspire me trust me, so im sorry if i forgot to tag) 

@caandleworks @lovelyluce @rougescribe @flowerboyorchid @thewritingorchid @kaycha1989 @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate @be-dazzled @bearpluscat @millennial-star-gazer @doyouevenshipbr0 @bakugou-loving-hours @moeruhoshi 

like i said, there are a ton of others too!!

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

-ooo love me some tropes. I love soulmate au and anything fantasy. Modern aus are my fav too. 

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

-Haven’t found any tropes i don’t like. Haven’t read any vampire ones so maybe i should check some out. 

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

-Haven’t written for Tododeku or barely any Jerza. Maybe some DjWifi too

V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

-hmmm maybe more of 

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

-all prompts are good! 

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

-Gray and Juvia. Really any character because heartbreak is fun to write! *evil laugh 

Y: A character you want to protect.

-Gray and Juvia lol. Kirishima too.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

-I don’t read to many death fics but im down for them. I don’t have someone i cant tolerate. 

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Hope ypu enjoyed anon! Asks and request always open!!

[girls-scenarios]

No More Boring Nights

Idol: Sowon (Gfriend)

Prompt: Can I request a Sowon scenario where you work at the library and she often comes in at late hours to get snacks?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: So, where I live, the only libraries that stay open that late and have snacks inside are campus libraries, so I’m guessing this is kind of a college au? It’s mostly centered around the library though. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

With a sigh, you sat back down into your chair behind the main desk of the library, staring down at the clock sat beside your computer. The sun had long past disappeared, and the library was silent. There had been a group of boys frantically looking for something to do their group project on, but they’d just left, plunging you into the silence again.

Usually, working at the library wasn’t that bad. You liked books, and it was usually a nice, quiet place to get work done and none of the students and families that came in ever gave you any headaches. Still, the night shift was killer. Because the library was on campus, it stayed open late into the night for students who desperately needed to study, but rarely was it busy. The only time there were more than a few groups of people in the large library was around midterms and finals, but midterms had just passed and nobody started studying for finals this early, so the library was pretty much empty.

“I’m gonna take a break to eat,” your coworker Yerin said, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. “Not that you’ll really need me down here.” You shook your head, spinning in your chair idly. You and Yerin were the only people working at this time of the night other than the security guard, wherever he was, but you knew you wouldn’t be needing her.

“Have fun,” you said, giving her a smile. She smiled back and slipped out from behind the desk, heading back towards the break room and leaving you alone at the front desk. With another sigh, you rolled closer to the desk and picked up one of your pens, looking down at your computer as you fiddled with it. There wasn’t really anyone in the bottom half of the library, since most of it was just vending machines and computer labs, so you decided to turn on some music, letting it play softly through the speakers. Tapping along to the beat, you zoned out, wondering how slow the hours would drag by tonight.

You were knocked out of your thoughts by the sound of the library doors opening. Raising your eyebrows, you looked up to see a familiar girl walking inside, tucking her hair back behind her ears as she looked around. You knew who she was, if only by sight and not by name. She tended to come by the library late at night, sometimes with her friends to study but usually just to get snacks. You figured that she lived nearby to come to the library instead of walking the few extra blocks to the gas station at the end of campus, where the snacks were arguably cheaper.

She had earbuds in, and you figured she probably wouldn’t need anything else from you, so you looked back down at your desk, tapping the pen along to the slow beat playing over the speakers. Something by Khalid, you were sure, but you didn’t know who was on the track with him. As you leaned forward, turning on your computer to search for the song, you heard footsteps approaching the desk and looked up to see the girl from early.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She gave you a small, sweet smile as she pulled the earbuds out of her ears.

“Sorry to bother you, it seems like one of your vending machines isn’t working and I thought you should know.” You raised your eyebrows and looked over at the corner full of vending machines.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Which one is it? I’ll write it down for maintenance to check tomorrow. Did it eat your money?” The girl shook her head and pointed out the vending machine as you pulled out a sticky note.

“No, it just spit it back out at me. I guess I got lucky.” You smiled and nodded your head as you wrote down the note.

“No kidding, those things can be finicky sometimes. Thank you for letting me know.”

“No problem,” she said, and then her eyes flitted to the empty seat next to you. “Is Yerin working tonight?” You looked at the seat that your coworker would usually be sitting in and raised your eyebrows.

“Oh, she is, but she just went on break. Are you a friend of hers?” The girl nodded.

“Yeah, I wanted to see if she had notes for a certain class but it’s okay, I’ll see her tomorrow morning.”

“Would you like me to pass the message to her?” The girl gave you a bright smile.

“I’d appreciate that, actually. My name is Sowon, by the way. Just let her know that I was looking for my notes and she’ll know what you mean.” You pulled out another sticky note and jotted it down.

“No problem. It’s nice to meet you, Sowon.”

“What’s your name?” You looked up, a bit surprised that she cared to ask. But maybe she wanted to confirm with Yerin tomorrow?

“I’m (Y/N),” you said, pointing to your name tag. Sowon grinned sheepishly.

“Oh, I didn’t see the name tag.”

“It’s okay, a lot of people miss it,” you said, waving a hand. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” She shook her head and stood up straight, shifting the snacks in her arms.

“Nope, that was all. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N). See you around!” She gave you a little wave that you returned, and then turned around and headed for the doors, putting the earbuds back into her ears. You watched her go, a little bit mesmerized by how elegant she looked even in such casual clothes, before shaking yourself and looking down at the sticky notes on your desk.

“Yo, what did I miss?” You looked up at Yerin and then back at the door. Sowon had disappeared by then, so you handed over the sticky note.

“You just missed your friend by like, a minute. She needed notes from you.”

“Oh, Sowon? She could literally just text me, why is she like this,” Yerin said, shaking her head as she looked down at the note. “Loose one thing of notes and she acts like she has to get everyone to hold you accountable.”

“Looks like you have to return these ones,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows. Yerin made a face and you and kicked at your chair.

“Oh, shut up.” 

-

It only took another night for you to see her again. Once again, you were on the night shift, tapping along to some soft song playing over the speakers with the security guard probably napping in his office and Yerin taking a lunch in the back. When the doors opened at about the same time as the night before, you raised your eyebrows. There she was again, but this time without earbuds, and she gave you a little wave that made you feel a certain way as she headed towards the vending machines.

Shaking yourself, you took a sip of your water, wondering if there was something you could do to distract yourself from whatever that had been. But of course there wasn’t, because it was the night shift, and you’d already completed everything that needed to be done.

“Another long night?” She was standing at the desk, smiling down at you, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

“As usual. Is the vending machine working again? The maintenance guy should have fixed it today.” She shrugged, leaning her elbows on the counter.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t feel like trying my luck on it again tonight.” It made you laugh, and there was a little sparkle in her eyes when you did. Suddenly, the night shift didn’t seem quite so boring.

When she left, walking away with another little wave, Yerin joined you again at the desk, watching Sowon open the door.

“Wow, she came up to talk to you again tonight? I already gave her the notes.”

“She just wanted to talk,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. Yerin gave you a look and leaned back in her chair, but said nothing, instead pulling out her phone from her pocket and typing away.

-

Soon enough, you were expecting Sowon to come over and talk to you. Night after night, she got her snacks and then wandered up to the desk to talk. Sometimes it was just you, sometimes it was you and Yerin, and sometimes it was your other coworker Jinyoung who would begin to feel awkward and disappear to put away books or something. Either way, every night she’d come up to talk to you with her sweet smile, making your night shift bearable. So bearable, in fact, that you didn’t even feel annoyed to have been switched to the night shift.

It was another one of those nights. Yerin had wandered off somewhere, probably to go try and finish some last minute essay, and you were left alone at the desk again. A group of students had approached you for help on a project for a few moments before, but now they were huddled in the far corner over their laptops, and your night was back to being quiet. When the door opened, you immediately smiled, not even having to look up to know who it was.

Sowon gave you a smile from the door as she ducked towards the vending machines again, and you shook your head, smiling down at the flower you’d been doodling. You really didn’t know how she managed to survive on vending machine snacks. Not to mention the price of them.

“It’s a donuts night?” You asked as she walked up to the counter, a package of mini donuts in her hands. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned on the counter like she always did, giving you a grin.

“Doesn’t it feel like a donuts night to you too?”

“If you say so. You’re going to go broke buying all this vending machine food.” She shrugged her shoulders again and opened the package.

“Hey, if it means I get to see you.” You felt your face heating up, and her cheeks were pink too, a sheepish smile on her lips. “Sorry, that was cheesy.”

“No, I liked it,” you said, feeling butterflies to back flips inside your stomach. She raised her eyebrows, donuts forgotten.

“You like me?”

“Maybe.” She pouted at you, and you laughed quietly, putting your hand over your mouth. “Okay, okay, I like you.” It felt weird to say it so casually, but she gave you another smile and you really couldn’t resist her.

“Can I have your number?” Her cheeks were still pink as she pulled out her phone, and you nodded, taking it from her gently and keying in your number. You’d been hoping for her to ask for nights now, and you felt giddy just thinking about it as you handed her phone back. She smiled looking down at the screen before she slipped it back into her pocket.

“Do you have any more questions, ma’am,” you asked, jokingly putting on your customer service voice, and she seemed to think for a moment before biting her lip.

“Would you date me?” The question caught you off guard, and you could feel your face heat up as the butterflies went crazy. But still, you grinned, putting your hand over your mouth.

“For real?”

“For real.”

“Then yeah, Sowon. I’ll date you.” Her face was flushed too, and for a moment, the two of you just smiled at each other, close in the silence of the library.

“Oh my god, finally you two.” The moment shattered as Yerin flopped into her seat, shaking her head. “I’ve been texting Sowon to ask you out for ages.”

“Yerin, don’t expose me like that!”

“What, it’s true!” You couldn’t help but to burst into laughter, probably annoying the students huddled in the far corner. But you couldn’t help it. Not when your nights had suddenly got much less boring.

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[alylionheart]

Raindrops

Summary: Peter hates the rain with a huge passion...for now.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: Cuteness overload

Author’s Note: This was a request by @littlebookbengal ! I kinda put two of the ideas together! I’d put which ideas but it would spoil! Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist!

If Peter hates anything about New York, it’s the annoying rainy days. He hates the way it soaks his suit, making it cling even closer to his skin. Tony Stark had designed his suit to resist some water but swinging through the city was too much rain hitting him. So, he hated the rainy days. He hated swinging through buildings and coming home soaked only to have witnessed a cop stop the only crime of the day.

With the help of his best friend Ned, he’d tapped into a police scanner to tell him if there was anything urgent going on. He even linked Karen to his phone and had her alert him if she picked up anything the police scanner didn’t.

So rainy days were pretty much the worst…of course, that’s til she came along. 

She knew who he was, as Peter and Spider-Man. She adored both sides of him. She was proud of who he was, the weight on his shoulders, and tried her best to make it easier for him every time it got hard. She believed in everything he was.

And after a good couple of months of dating, she caught on to the pattern. Specifically, how much Peter hated the rain.

And, of course, she always tried her best to make the bad days great.

----------

So, Peter came out of his room, his suit on but under a hoodie and sweatpants. She thought it was cute the way the red stuck out of his collar like a turtleneck. He settled on the couch, ready to listen to the scanner all day probably just do homework until the damn rain stopped.

Except she popped her head out of the kitchen, a bright smile on her face, and he felt his cheeks light up at the sight of her.

“Hey, Parker, vanilla or chocolate?”

He quirked an eyebrow, confused, but answered anyway, “chocolate, duh.”

“Hey, sometimes you like vanilla more.” She stuck her tongue out before her head disappeared again.

“Well, yeah, sometimes. But chocolate is clearly superior. Why?”

“Shut up.”

Peter laughed, “Okay?” He grew quiet.

And then his voice popped up again. “Whatcha got there?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” She jumped, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Literally. He was glued to the ceiling, looking down at her with his stupid grin she wanted to kiss so bad. “I could kill you Parker. I could really fucking kill you.”

“Technically, you couldn’t. Cause I’m like…Superman level strong.” She snorted a laugh and he took it personal. “Wow. Just hurting me all day today, huh?”

“Well, you deserve it. You totally ruined the surprise.” She pouted, no longer as playful as she poured powder into a bowl of liquids.

“Oh.” He frowned, dropping to stand beside her. “Sorry…I just wanted to scare you.”

“Clearly.” She smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Parker. I’m makin you cupcakes.”

“Oh! Thank god I said chocolate.” He pecked her lips, smiling at her. “Can I get a taste?”

“Of the mix or…” She giggled at her implied words and he flustered at them

“T-The mix.”

She held up the whisk after a good thirty seconds of mixing. He stuck his tongue out and licked the whisk, making her gasp. “Peter! You’re supposed to take a swipe with your finger!”

He held up his hands, gloved from the suit, and smiled at her. “It tastes great. What’s the occasion?”

“Rain.” She hummed, pouring the mix into a lined cupcake tin.

He groaned, “that’s not a fun occasion.”

“I’m gonna make it one. Go to the couch and pick out a movie.”

“Okay.” He kissed her again, then walked out of the kitchen.

“Not Star Wars!”

“Aww come on!!”

----------

“…this is still Star Wars, Peter.”

“Yeah, but it’s a Star Wars story, not part of the main series.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “You’re a nerd.”

“Clearly.” He grinned.

The two were on the couch, both laying along the length of it. He had his head propped up on his arm, her head was resting on a couch pillow. He was the big spoon, though it was usually flipped whenever they took naps together. She had complained his shoulders were too broad and blocking the tv when they tried laying the other way. So, his arm was draped around her waist and he kept pressing soft kisses to her hair every few minutes, watching a desert planet explode.

Soon enough the oven timer went off, and then a second timer after she took them out. She came out with a tray of cupcakes that had red and blue icing in a swirl. He couldn’t help his laugh at the colors, or the fact that she topped them each with little black candy spiders.

“You know I hate spiders?” He said, chuckling at her wide eyes.

“Wh- but you’re Spider­-Man!”

“And you think that makes me every spider’s biggest fan?”

“No, but that’s like if Batman hated bats!”

“…he is traumatized by them…”

“You superheroes make no sense.” She plopped down beside him. “Take the spiders off then, see if I care.”

Peter wrapped his arms around her, “I love them, baby.”

“Mhmm.” She rolled her eyes, going to get out of his grasp, only he flipped them around, pinning her to the inside of the couch. “Peter!”

“I said I love them!”

She laughed, “Okay! Get off me!”

“Believe me, woman!” He shouted, then buried his nose in her shoulder, kissing her there lightly, in the way that tickled.

She shrieked out a giggle, pushing at him. “P-Peter!”

“Say you believe me!”

“I-I believe you’re insane!”

He laughed, tickling her sides now, making her squeal. “Say it!!”

“I-I be – haha! – believe you!!”

He stopped, just hovering over her with a wide smile, and she smacked his chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

“You’re evil.” She said breathlessly, giggling still.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

She laughed, leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “Yes I do…”

His eyes widened and he slowly pulled back just a bit, enough to look at her entire face. “Y-You do? You love me?”

She blushed, nodding slowly. “Is that alright?”

He nodded back at her, only much faster, his cheeks a cute shade of pink. “Y-Yes! Yes it is!” He cupped her face, kissing her deeply. He peppered her face all over, then pulled her to sit up and sit in his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. She giggled and grinned against his kisses, her fingers playing with his curls.

“Good…”

He smiled at her, then his pretty brown eyes popped wide open. “Oh! I love you too! Forgot to say it back for a minute there.”

She laughed, “I figured you did…now shut up and kiss me.”

“Mkay.” He hummed, lips against hers, tugging her close against him.

Okay, so…he could totally get used to rainy days.

Tags: @irndad @animelover929 @saltymermaid @littlebookbengal 

[agent-aly-parker]

Raindrops

Summary: Peter hates the rain with a huge passion…for now.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: Cuteness overload

Author’s Note: This was a request by @littlebookbengal ! I kinda put two of the ideas together! I’d put which ideas but it would spoil! Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

If Peter hates anything about New York, it’s the annoying rainy days. He hates the way it soaks his suit, making it cling even closer to his skin. Tony Stark had designed his suit to resist some water but swinging through the city was too much rain hitting him. So, he hated the rainy days. He hated swinging through buildings and coming home soaked only to have witnessed a cop stop the only crime of the day.

With the help of his best friend Ned, he’d tapped into a police scanner to tell him if there was anything urgent going on. He even linked Karen to his phone and had her alert him if she picked up anything the police scanner didn’t.

So rainy days were pretty much the worst…of course, that’s til she came along.

She knew who he was, as Peter and Spider-Man. She adored both sides of him. She was proud of who he was, the weight on his shoulders, and tried her best to make it easier for him every time it got hard. She believed in everything he was.

And after a good couple of months of dating, she caught on to the pattern. Specifically, how much Peter hated the rain.

And, of course, she always tried her best to make the bad days great.

———-

So, Peter came out of his room, his suit on but under a hoodie and sweatpants. She thought it was cute the way the red stuck out of his collar like a turtleneck. He settled on the couch, ready to listen to the scanner all day probably just do homework until the damn rain stopped.

Except she popped her head out of the kitchen, a bright smile on her face, and he felt his cheeks light up at the sight of her.

“Hey, Parker, vanilla or chocolate?”

He quirked an eyebrow, confused, but answered anyway, “chocolate, duh.”

“Hey, sometimes you like vanilla more.” She stuck her tongue out before her head disappeared again.

“Well, yeah, sometimes. But chocolate is clearly superior. Why?”

“Shut up.”

Peter laughed, “Okay?” He grew quiet.

And then his voice popped up again. “Whatcha got there?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” She jumped, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Literally. He was glued to the ceiling, looking down at her with his stupid grin she wanted to kiss so bad. “I could kill you Parker. I could really fucking kill you.”

“Technically, you couldn’t. Cause I’m like…Superman level strong.” She snorted a laugh and he took it personal. “Wow. Just hurting me all day today, huh?”

“Well, you deserve it. You totally ruined the surprise.” She pouted, no longer as playful as she poured powder into a bowl of liquids.

“Oh.” He frowned, dropping to stand beside her. “Sorry…I just wanted to scare you.”

“Clearly.” She smiled up at him, “It’s okay, Parker. I’m makin you cupcakes.”

“Oh! Thank god I said chocolate.” He pecked her lips, smiling at her. “Can I get a taste?”

“Of the mix or…” She giggled at her implied words and he flustered at them

“T-The mix.”

She held up the whisk after a good thirty seconds of mixing. He stuck his tongue out and licked the whisk, making her gasp. “Peter! You’re supposed to take a swipe with your finger!”

He held up his hands, gloved from the suit, and smiled at her. “It tastes great. What’s the occasion?”

“Rain.” She hummed, pouring the mix into a lined cupcake tin.

He groaned, “that’s not a fun occasion.”

“I’m gonna make it one. Go to the couch and pick out a movie.”

“Okay.” He kissed her again, then walked out of the kitchen.

“Not Star Wars!”

“Aww come on!!”

———-

“…this is still Star Wars, Peter.”

“Yeah, but it’s a Star Wars story, not part of the main series.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “You’re a nerd.”

“Clearly.” He grinned.

The two were on the couch, both laying along the length of it. He had his head propped up on his arm, her head was resting on a couch pillow. He was the big spoon, though it was usually flipped whenever they took naps together. She had complained his shoulders were too broad and blocking the tv when they tried laying the other way. So, his arm was draped around her waist and he kept pressing soft kisses to her hair every few minutes, watching a desert planet explode.

Soon enough the oven timer went off, and then a second timer after she took them out. She came out with a tray of cupcakes that had red and blue icing in a swirl. He couldn’t help his laugh at the colors, or the fact that she topped them each with little black candy spiders.

“You know I hate spiders?” He said, chuckling at her wide eyes.

“Wh- but you’re Spider­-Man!”

“And you think that makes me every spider’s biggest fan?”

“No, but that’s like if Batman hated bats!”

“…he is traumatized by them…”

“You superheroes make no sense.” She plopped down beside him. “Take the spiders off then, see if I care.”

Peter wrapped his arms around her, “I love them, baby.”

“Mhmm.” She rolled her eyes, going to get out of his grasp, only he flipped them around, pinning her to the inside of the couch. “Peter!”

“I said I love them!”

She laughed, “Okay! Get off me!”

“Believe me, woman!” He shouted, then buried his nose in her shoulder, kissing her there lightly, in the way that tickled.

She shrieked out a giggle, pushing at him. “P-Peter!”

“Say you believe me!”

“I-I believe you’re insane!”

He laughed, tickling her sides now, making her squeal. “Say it!!”

“I-I be – haha! – believe you!!”

He stopped, just hovering over her with a wide smile, and she smacked his chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

“You’re evil.” She said breathlessly, giggling still.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

She laughed, leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “Yes I do…”

His eyes widened and he slowly pulled back just a bit, enough to look at her entire face. “Y-You do? You love me?”

She blushed, nodding slowly. “Is that alright?”

He nodded back at her, only much faster, his cheeks a cute shade of pink. “Y-Yes! Yes it is!” He cupped her face, kissing her deeply. He peppered her face all over, then pulled her to sit up and sit in his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. She giggled and grinned against his kisses, her fingers playing with his curls.

“Good…”

He smiled at her, then his pretty brown eyes popped wide open. “Oh! I love you too! Forgot to say it back for a minute there.”

She laughed, “I figured you did…now shut up and kiss me.”

“Mkay.” He hummed, lips against hers, tugging her close against him.

Okay, so…he could totally get used to rainy days.

Tags: @irndad @animelover929 @saltymermaid @littlebookbengal 

#peter parker x reader #peter x reader #Spider-Man x reader #my fic