#ah to get to kneel before a man. etc etc

[ivan-serrure]

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#ah to get to kneel before a man. etc etc #ivan serrure #t4t #trans #trans art #lgbt #queer #trans artist #transmasc #bi #gay #trans man #catholic imagery #nb #nonbinary #angels

[bisexualcage]

HIHI!!

UHMM NO PRESSURE

could you do an nsfw fic with mk11 (!old) form johnny x ftm bottom reader? preferably post-op (top surgery) and pre-op bottom surgery? SORRY THAT ITS SO SPECIFIC I’m just head over heels for this man he’s so cute!!

maybe something like morning sex, praising etc. THANK YOU SM!

(Sorry for the late reply! Hope you enjoy!)

Just Before Sunrise |

Older Johnny Cage x Trans Male Reader, NSWF MDNI! 🔞

Relationship: Older MK11 Johnny Cage x Trans Male/Masc Reader

Warnings: literal smut, afab anatomy, post top surgery, ect.

An: didn’t really proof read welp

Johnny stayed out for the night doing a late shift at the special forces military base. Supposedly he had to get some rookies in to to shape and his higher ups put the incredible tedious responsibility of getting them ready despite his refusal of only being a civilian contractor. Nonetheless, you passed out by 10 pm and figured he’d come in and wake you up; just not in the way you thought.

You slept in till the morning, feeling something rubbing between your legs softly. It felt like a palm almost and your eyes shot wide open in shock as you thought it was a dream but it wasn’t. There was Johnny, his nose nuzzled in to your neck and his calloused hand was palming your clothed crotch softly. By the way he still had his usual military attire on you could only guess he came in just recently. Hungry for something else that wasn’t his work.

“J- Johnny?” You sit up a bit, trying to meet his eyes.

Johnny chuckled, meeting your orbs finally, eye bags around his sunken tired eyes. His salt and pepper hair slightly disheveled. “There you are, mornin’ baby.” He mumbled, still casually palming between your legs as if it was so natural to him. “You missed me?” He pecks your lips softly.

Your face is practically red and your breath is picking up, “Christ, what a way to wake me…” you chuckle.

“You know what I was thinking while rounding up those rookies today?” His hot breath hits your nose, his expression serious. Your breath hitches and you whimper as his palming picks up, his eyes unwavering. “I was thinking about how badly I wanted to feel you. Be in you. Make love to you. But no, I had those damn kids I had to straighten out.”

“Oh- oh really? Were they- that- that bad?” You stutter and swallow, barely able to pay attention to him.

Johnny chuckles, a toothy grin showing as his eyes crinkle at you; “Immature punks is all. Now…” he trails off, his palm now ceasing and not moving on your crotch anymore. “…Will you do me a favor, baby boy?”

You nod frantically, already missing the friction. “Can I see you? Take your shirt off.” He sounded almost desperate and it was barely a question, his eyes firmly on you.

Your hands had a mind of their own and they immediately started to pull your shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor. All the while Johnny licked his lips and kneeled between your legs on the bed, then started to lean down over your torso and figure. His face nuzzling your bare chest with his lips and sharp nose, kissing the top surgery scars that rested neatly under each pec. You immediately grow goosebumps and your chest hardens slightly. “Ah-“ you gasp softly.

Johnny’s big arms then wrap around your waist, pulling you against him tightly and making his face smushed against your torso; “Every time I see you, your journey, it makes me so proud of you. You’re braver than any guy out there, these scars prove it.” He mumbled against your skin.

You chuckle and flick his head with your pointer finger, “Don’t make me all mushy right now, you big doofus-“

Your playful banter is interrupted by him suddenly lightly biting down on your pec making you yelp; “HEY!”

Johnny snorts loudly and holds you even tighter against him as he hides his face on your chest; “Don’t interrupt my mushy speeches!”

“Alright alright-“ you laugh loudly, “just-“

He starts kissing your scars again, peppering kisses across your chest softly, getting a rise out of you again. He was so gentle and patient with you, it always made you smile like an idiot in love. And he knew his sappy behavior was something you loved, despite your best efforts to seem unbothered by them. It’s what egged him on, your reluctance to be vulnerable sometimes. He then started unbuckling your belt, struggling to undo it because of the excitement that was coursing through him.

“Alright, let me.” You chuckle endearingly at him with a smile, you then unbuckle your belt easily and halting at the button of your pants. He took this as a cue of taking over again, quickly undoing your jeans and zipper and throwing it to the floor as well— leaving you in nothing but your briefs. There was an undeniable arousal coming from you as your briefs were slightly wet.

Johnny’s mouth went agape and a grunt came from the back of throat, as if he was trying so hard to keep himself together at the sight of your arousal. He then went ahead without warning and ripped your briefs offs, your body now fully exposed. He took this as a cue to start undoing his shirt and pants as quickly as he could, the poor man was almost out of breath.

“Johnny relax-“ you chuckle at his desperation.

“I gotta have you-“ he breathed out, “been stuck in that hell hole all day— I ain’t wasting no time, sweetheart.”

Johnny was now naked, between your legs and gently rubbing your thighs with a mischievous grin. His torso was rock hard for his age, and his biceps were the size of your head. It never ceased to amaze you how top shape he is in. Your cheeks turned red as you eyed him down, your eyes settling on his hard cock that was rubbing against the inside your thigh.

He saw this of course and chuckled with a bit of cockiness; “Mmm- keep looking at me like that stud and I’ll have you immovable by the time this is done.”

You punch his shoulder playfully and roll your eyes, he then softly pulls your hips towards him as he settles more between your legs. The playful atmosphere suddenly vanished and all you saw was lust and passion in his eyes, an unquenchable hunger. You swallow deeply, goosebumps all over your skin as he starts leaning over your body. His chest coming in to contact with yours, he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, his arms then wrapping tightly around your waist making you completely squished against him.

Johnny’s breath picks up, all hot and humid against your neck and he wasn’t even inside yet. It’s like he wanted to consume you completely with how he held you, cocooning you from the world. He was bigger than you so it was easy for him to engulf you under him. Suddenly, he snakes one arm between his legs and inserts the tip of his member in your folds— teasing you.

“Ah- fuck you-“ you groan, your eyes closing tightly.

“Oh you love it.” He snickers, his hot breath hitting your face, “Now…” his eyes turn soft again, “Take a deep breath, baby…” he rubs your jaw with his free hand.

You turn warm, knowing what was coming and nod. As soon as you do he doesn’t hesitate to slowly move in, his throbbing warm length slipping inside of you. You let out a moan along with him, he immediately wraps his large arms around your waist again, bringing you even closer to him. His breath became heavy as he rested his head on your neck. He then kisses your neck and starts slowly thrusting in to you, making you whimper softly. The grip his arms had around you becoming tighter and tighter by the second.

“Those lovely little noises…ah- fuck-“ he groans as he thrusts firmer against your core now, licking along your jaw.

“Oh god-“ you let out, gripping his lower back and desperately trying to bring him even closer.

He moans against your ear now, his cock twitching inside you and hitting your walls so firmly. Your walls welcoming him as they grip around his throbbing length. Johnny then slides a hand to the back of your head, gently gripping at your hair and bringing your face to his— kissing your lips passionately and desperately as he kept thrusting erratically in to you. Your breath was short and hot as you moaned in to his mouth.

“Fuck baby…I’m close…” he hisses in to your wet mouth, gripping your hair now a bit roughly. “You take me so nicely, so warm and tight for me- such a good boy-“

“Jesus Christ-“ you moan loudly.

“Wrong JC, sweetheart-“ he jokes in the middle of reaching his height with you, as if he couldn’t help but make you chuckle at the situation.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer, hiding your face against his neck as you cried softly reaching your climax with him. “Johnny-“

He engulfs you again, his arm tightening around you more as his head rests on top of yours, his breath hitching and his whimpers loud; “oh honey….that’s it, that’s it- fuck- take it all, take it all…every last drop-“ he buckles weakly against you a few more times before warm ribbons of his cum fill you up, his hips shaking as he doesn’t let go of you and his praises don’t cease.

“Ah- …so good, such a good boy- mine- only mine- my sweetheart-“ he mumbled tiredly and warmly against your ear, kissing your jaw softly. So full of love and patience as you both lay in your sweat and release. Johnny then held you tightly against his chest, like he was afraid you’d vanish in his grip once it was all done. He looks at your flushed face and chuckles, “How did I get so lucky?”

“It wasn’t luck, it was your annoying insistence on asking me out-“ you chuckle with a love struck expression on your face, thinking back to when he wouldn’t give up on you.

“So ‘Johnny Cage Luck’?” His eyebrow quirks up at you with a grin.

“For the last time…there’s no such thing as JOHNNY CAGE LUCK-“ you roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh I beg to differ, one time on set I convinced a bunch of executives to sign off on this crazy film idea I had-“

“Thats just your annoying charisma!”

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #mk11 #mk1 #johnny cage mk11 #dilf johnny cage #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x male reader #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x y/n #johnny cage x trans male

[sixosix]

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐘𝐔𝐔: 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

# fem!reader, noya and managers: a prequel, noya is his own warning, crushes, this fic is very dumb, wc 500

nishinoya takes a glance at you, and in the span of a second, hears wedding bells in his head.

“ryuu,” nishinoya begins, voice thick with solemnity. a shadow casts over his eyes, betraying the usual brightness that comes naturally to him. “take care of kiyoko-san, will you?”

tanaka scrunches his face in confusion before it drops as if he’s been slammed by a volleyball. he roars an alarmed: “are you dying!?” and shakes nishinoya back and forth by the shoulders.

“what?” nishinoya laughs, shaking his head haughtily. “my bro, my dude, ryuu—i’m talking about her.”

he points at the door, where the rest of the eyes followed.

shimizu waves once, a happy smile that you’d rarely see on her gracing her lips. “sorry to disturb you,” she says, as all the boys hastily disagree, “we have a new manager starting today. please be kind to her.”

a manager, nishinoya’s brain dumbly echoes. and then, louder: YOUR manager.

a choir of angels is singing to him and he bows his head in gratitude, pointedly ignoring tsukishima’s disgusted noise from beside him.

tanaka, as anyone would expect, starts flocking to the karasuno’s managers, fawning over them as if he’s kissing the ground they’re walking on—maybe he is—and effectively freaking the new manager out.

“hey,” daichi intones, “tanaka.”

tanaka yelps, bolting away like a spring.

shimizu smiles down at you while you’re looking up at her like a lost puppy. cute… nishinoya’s soul sings along with the choir. “you wanted to see him, right? i didn’t lie when i mentioned he’s back in the club.”

you look back at the boys, surveying them with eagerness.

wait, who’s back in the club?

and then you look right at him, as if it’s a magnetic pull—and nishinoya is stuck on his spot, wide-eyed. a deer in headlights. “nishinoya-senpai!” you exclaim, delight dancing in your eyes.

senpai.

…nishinoya-senpai.

oh my god.

tanaka clasps his hands together to pray for a fallen soldier.

nishinoya’s heart explodes—well, not literally, but also not figuratively because he sure as hell feels like it. “y-you know me?”

he tries to say it triumphantly. ha! take that! pretty manager acknowledged me and me only! kneel before me etc, etc. but his voice cracked and his face is too red to be cool.

“ah,” and then you tip your head forward for a quick bow, “yes. i—um, i saw your match. back at chidoriyama.” a fan! wait. you’re a fan!? “watching you play… inspired me to get into volleyball.”

ding. ding. ding. church bells sing again.

nishinoya gets on one knee right in front of you, “please be my wife.”

his future wife stammers a flustered, “ah, uh, no thanks?”

oh. duh. idiot, you don’t have a ring right now.

nishinoya watches as you, flabbergasted, get pulled around the room while the boys introduce themselves. and he swears he isn’t kidding, but you keep glancing at him just as much as he’s staring openly at you.

“wow,” tanaka says as he walks up from behind him. “she likes you. can i be your best man?”

“you will always be my best man, ryuu.”

you smile at them, and then make eye contact with him once again. “thank you for having me.”

someday, he’ll be able to say to you: i told you so. and he cannot fucking wait for that time to come.

#606:HQ #606:KRSN #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x you #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya fanfiction

[jxngh]

request : Hey pretty! How about 2 and 3 for the prompt list, with Jimin?? Thank u in advance 💖 < @hobipost >

2 “tell me where you want me to touch you.”

3 “say it baby, call yourself my slut.”

pairing : jimin x reader

genre : smut

warnings : nipple play, oral ( fem.receiving ), dirty talk, mentions of marking.

a/n : it's been a long time that i didn't write anything so i hope you like it ( and about the situation they're in now, i shared my opinions in another post. )

don't be a silent reader pls

" what a surprise baby.. " he said hands on your waist, slowly pushing you to his room. the excited, happy man turned to the most lustful one in seconds, his eyes darkened, his breathing got deeper. taking you between him and the door he shut gently with your body.

you planned to visit him and he happened to be in their comforting programme, spending the days with all members in a huge house, a pool, a field etc. so you wore a big white v neck shirt of his when you arrived and a swimsuit.

seeing his girlfriend arrive, he got out of the pool in milliseconds. he didn't even waited for his hair to dry a little, held your hand and took you inside with such happiness.

your hands went through his back, nails touching his freshly tattooed moons. then held his neck while he slowly kissed and sucked your neck.

" wanted to come see the moons.. i mean these new tattoos in person. " you giggled in a flirty way.

his face lifted to your face, moved closer but didn't kiss. " is that so? " he breathed to your lips. making your lungs search for more oxygen. " i can make you see the moons and the stars. " he whispered huskily. you could feel yourself getting more and more hot under his capturing gaze.

then a drop from his wet hair fell to your chest. his attention turned back to your body, licked it with a face which can be called sin. you whimpered and arched your back as a response.

you two were in another universe. and yours was caused by his spell.

his hands found the hem of your -his- shirt and dropped it. then his hands found the strips, opened them while kissing you neck to chest. you were sure that your cheeks went rose pink.

then he nuzzled between your breasts, hands resting on your waist.

" tell me where you want me to touch you. " he grunted.

" anywhere. " you said, lost.

he got your breasts in his hands, squeezing, leaving kisses and sucking them, making you moan his name for more.

then he slowly kneeled down while his mouth keeps working on your body, kissing, licking the places he undressed.

and you.. you were trying hard to stay quiet, knowing you can be heard. but it didn't last long cause your lover got the amazing skills on his tongue. sending it inside in a slow pace, moaning to your wetness.

" ah jimin, mmmh you're so go-od. "

he stopped for a moment and giggled, the way he sound so hot made your walls clench.

" my pretty slut likes it when i eat her out? should i give you what you want? or play you like a toy? you're a mess on my tongue anyways. "

to be honest, you'd take anything he gives. but now you needed a release.

" please, don't play- oh "

" then go on.." he left a kiss to your belly and looked directly into your eyes before leaving another kiss but lower this time. " say it baby, call yourself my slut. "

you listened to him as he slowly sucked your pussy.

" i'm all yours, your pretty slut mmmh only yours jimin. "

then he made you come on his mouth for many times, marking you his.

taglist : @nglmrk - @allora1233 - @youmyjhope - @raiiisstuff - @bookfrog242 - @athiesam - @hopestastic @mapleglasses27 - @enhacolor - @dolphinmochi

#lav drabble game #jimin smut #jimin x you #jimin x y/n #jimin x reader #bts smut #bts writing #bts drabble #park jimin #jimin #jimin thirst #thirstlist

[belialsbin]

You can't sleep, so you go to the library for a story to read, but the library has another visitor.

A fluffy piece, for those who want to see Copia as a father figure. Cardinal Copia x Reader. SFW. First time writing one.

The Abbey library was dark, save for dimming candlelight. You came in through a side door as the main entrance would make far to much noise from the metal and wood clanking together. It was a little before midnight but you could not sleep, usually a story would work and you read all of your own books so a new one should do the trick. Your footsteps went from the cold stone of the halls to the warm rugs in the library.

As you passed the shelves, you looked out for anything that stood out to you. So many books, but a lot of them seem to be on Latin, rituals, spells, demonology etc. Turning a corner, you find a little space with two sofas and a fireplace, with a few short shelves with colourful books.

'This is where the matrons bring the little siblings,' you thought to yourself 'there must be something'

As you scanned the shelves, you heard a door open and close. You jumped behind one of the sofas with your eyes peeking out. You waited with held breath. Footsteps... Then you hear a trip, a small splash, and a light thud.

"Ah merda" a voice cursed

A giggle nearly left your mouth. Fear turned to curiosity and you shuffled towards the tall shelf that entered into the main part of the library, and slowly looked behind it. A man in red was kneeling and hunched on the floor and seeing by the mug at his side, you figured he must have spilt a beverage of some sorts. There was also a book on the floor, with the title 'Good Rat Keeping for the Discernable Gentleman'.

You make a small noise and the man looks up in surprise. His face is instantly recognizable: the mismatched eyes, the sharp nose and the pencil moustache. Cardinal Copia. Of all the people you could bump into, you were glad it was him.

"Oh, il mio bambino," Copia says, his expression going from surprise to gentleness, "why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep, and I wanted a story to help me." You explained "Are you going to tell Sister Imperator?"

Copia approached you quickly and held your hands, rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs.

"Goodness no! I understand, piccolo, I have nights where I also escape into a good book." Copia soothed.

You felt calmed by the Cardinal, he was always so kind and gentle, and never raised is voice at anyone (except Papa III's cat). Copia walked back to where he was and picked up his mug and book. He placed his book at the nearest table and glided passed you to the small bookshelves.

"Now I know a good story here, somewhere." He muttered to himself while scanning the books. "Aha, eccoti!"

Copia sauntered over to a sofa and sits, looks over to you and pats the seat next to him. You oblige, sitting as close as you comfortably can to him. He hands you his mug of hot beverage and you look at him with concern.

"It is quite alright piccolo, I will get some more after this story as I will be up later than you." Copia assured you. You sniff the drink, it's hot chocolate. You take a sip, it's Italian hot chocolate, thick, milky, and warm.

You notice the book Copia has, it is markedly old, and dog-eared

"I used to read this when I was a little sibling" Copia mused

"What is it about?" You asked

"It is about a ghoul and his friend, a changeling, and they go on an adventure to find the leviathan." Explained Copia

You liked the sound of that. As you got comfy, Copia wrapped one arm around you and brought you closer. You felt a comfort you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Okie dokie... are you comfortable bambino?" You nodded at Copia's question. "Then I will begin. There was once a ghoul and a changeling, and together....."

You sat in with Cardinal Copia for hours listening to the story, nuzzling into his side every now and again. You yawned a few times before he stopped.

"I believe it is now time for bed piccolo demone." Copia soothed

"But we're only halfway through. Will they ever find the leviathan?" You protested

"We shall find out tomorrow, I promise. Sulla tomba di papá." Copia said. He gave you his hand and led you out to the hallway. The two of you walked down the halls together towards your dorm, all the while talking of your favourite stories. After arriving to your dorm, Copia tucked you into bed, kissed your forehead, and blessed you in the name of lucifer.

"Good night, il piccolo cherubino di satana." Copia cooed

"Okie dokie" you said with a tired smile.

Copia smiled the widest smile you could see on a man, and he left the room, shutting the door behind him. You fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes, deep in bliss.

Italian translations:

Merda- shit

Il mio bambino- my child

Piccolo- little one

Eccoti- there you are

Piccolo demone- little demon

Sulla tumba di papà- on papa's grave

Il piccolo cherubino di satana- satan's little cherub

#ghost band #ghost bc #cardinal copia #ghost #copia my beloved #copia #ghost fanfiction #father figure #i have daddy issues

[nasturtiumsforbreakfast]

so very many posts here that are like "and then you fuck me" or "I want someone to own me", "I belong to/with you", "I want to fuck you harder than anyone else has to show you you belong to me" "wouldn't it be romantic if you made me say my pussy is yours while we fuck"

Etc etc whatever I'm not scrolling through my blog to find examples I don't remember the wording

it's 2am and I just woke up so I'm >:/ as hell but like. >:/// tho

Hi hello yes I don't like being fucked and I don't think penetration should be the endgame anyway not all the time and also I'm aromantic and truly weirded by all the belonging to each other and romantic stuff where are the posts for me

I can make my own, I know, and it's also down to who I follow n stuff, obvs, but I'm just a lil fed up of that being all I see tbh

Like dude hi I'm my own person you are a guest in my life you don't have any hold over me (except perhaps the one at my hip) we are having no pressure fun atm and that is all, right? Like sorry I guess but I am not willing to make this any more than that, y'know?

Like, I like - or, I like theoretically, anyway, this is all theoretical yet, so I spose really I have no room to talk but y'know I'm tired so deal -

I'd like to be at someone's feet, kneel for them - in a somft like 'you pet my hair and I'll sit here and not have to think' way, mostly, but also in a 'I want to please you, please fuck my face' way, sometimes

Um

But all the ownership and belonging and stuff I see in posts here makes me,, uncomfortable at times, tbh. I'm sure I've spoke about it before - although if I remember those posts were mostly about how you can use my mouth but not any other part of me, but it was reaction really to all of these 'i can't help but fuck you' and 'want to make you mine' type posts, y'know

Like, nah mate, think yourself goddamn lucky I'd let you do this much and don't dare ask me for more than I'm willing to give, this is not a relationship, we don't date, you don't get to have any more hold over me than I do briefly allow you, and that will not involve penetrative sex on my part

Y'know?

Don't make this weird - or, am I the one making it weird, be not liking so much as everyone else here seems to want? Idk whatever

I know I'm grumpy at this hour but surely someone out there is also :/ about all that stuff

I think I'm also still a bit pissed off at having to explain to that one guy over DMs that there will be no "accidentally" fucking me, even over messages - twice! Like if I have to say that twice in text, wtf are you like in person? It's really putting me off the whole idea generally, tbh, and it's a big reason why I say cishet men dni - firstly, I am a man, understand and respect that, so if you're a het man like get the fuck away from me, but also pm all of the cis men I've interacted with on here have been quite y'know like that, so um. No thank you anymore? If you're gonna behave like that?

I understand, I do, having preferences, and and compatibility an stuff, but like. Come the fuck on mate, listen to me. Right?

Ah, this post has got away from me rather. And now it's 3am and I've pissed myself off again. Hm.

Well I'm probably not sleeping again before I have to get up for work, I guess I'll. Idk, turn the lights on at least, make myself breakfast.

See you later

[aspiringtrashpanda]

(CONTINUED AGAIN HELP) Can't blame tumblr for putting word limits at this point. Someone @/Ash: "You're a pure-hearted trainer." Cue flashback to other-world!Leaf throwing breadcrumbs at Latios/Latias in Kanto when Steven comes by looking for them and they're like *nudge nudge chirp* *looks at Steven* "ok, he seems like a pure-hearted trainer. if that's really the one you're choosing...protect your new friend too." *Steven gets killed a month later* WAIT NO- (a bit jokish than what fully happened, she also kinda stole his wallet but sshh details) She hates those words, "they're like a curse." It's what got Ash in this Chosen One mess with Arceus and Ho-Oh.

I sometimes wonder if I should convert Pokeverse education to some type of Magnet Program/Technical school sometimes. Just to cut down on time/specialized education. Go on a Journey, speed through classes online at the PokeCenter, have a panic attack because Steven accidentally woke up Groudon and Kyogre because a suspicious man said he could help him find the famed giant rainbow rock. ("Why is it that every time I open the news, you're making headlines for almost dying?! Why is it always Hoenn???!") Fun fun. (No but genuinely, Hoenn really gets put through the wringer with the Titans, the Meteor, the many dark secrets in the region, etc.)

Throw in some real-world influenced mythological trivia about Legendaries and coffee-reliant study sessions in Libraries with Cynthia. Alola vacation? You're discussing lore and having a mental breakdown as Cynthia drops something you've never heard of before (yay for our resident Hisui expert but also ???! WHAT-) that changes everything you ever knew about reality as Steven comes in excited about the field trip to Akala Island because it has rocks and special rock ice-cream and he wants to know what kind of flavors they have in mind for his favorite minerals. ("Oh...is this a bad time?" "Nope. Just Cynthia casually shattering everything I ever knew about the world." "Ah. So the usual.") Every time Steven does something shifty and clever with that smirk on his face from the anime, you know the one, she's like, "did you learn that from business school." Other times it's like, "Do me a favor and maybe don't scream bloody murder at 6 in the morning?" It's 10am, and poor Steven found a Sableye eating his rock collection. A moment of silence please. Really thought someone was attacking him for a sec *insert nobody likes the Kalos Crisis.* You're in your 20s, hypothetically older than Leon by a few months or a year but still get mistaken for a 15 y/o (eyy just like me lol.) He tries to give you an autograph and has to kneel down to your height as Ash and Goh are laughing in the background. #MaybeIShouldWearHeels.

Will Steven ever stop finding himself in hot water? No, but he's too nice to stay mad at. All you can do is cry because you thought he was gonna get himself killed. Can anyone match Cynthia's level of nonchalance? "I didn't take Galactic seriously because of how they dressed, oh cool let's go visit the Distortion World-" Thank god Diantha is normal and best aunt- oh righto, history with Lysandre and Malva...we can keep that hush hush, you fit right in with the rest of these chaotic people. Lance is capable of being just as bad as them but got stuck with "responsible team dad" by default and necessity as nobody else can do it. (He's a wannabe superhero, he def got stabbed by a knife from a Rocket member at some point.)

Heh, whoops. I talked more than I intended, I just couldn’t help myself keeping this story inside for years 👉👈 Hope I didn’t bother you coming into your ask box with all this. Thank you very much but also I’m so sorry omg if you read all this. May Dawn Stones Light Your Days 💎✨

CYNTHIA DESTROYING EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN JUMP SCARE. Love it. Okay, for real, the love that you have for this story is evident in even these messages. I can tell it's a passion project and a work of art, of love. The characterization of your Champions are amazing, and if you ever feel comfortable going off anon (literally NO PRESSURE), I would love to pick your brain about personalities and dynamics for an upcoming fic. If you do consider posting, just try to remember that a) you can't please everyone, but b) you will please someone. Try not to worry too much about what is considered commonplace in fanon and such, because if you build your world and story up the way you think it should work, then it will make sense to most readers. Leaf makes perfect sense to me, for example, just because of the little you've told me about the story. If someone tells you it "should" be May, they aren't reading the same story, and again, that's on them.

I think you're on to something great here, and I would love to take this deep dive into found family and friendship in the world of Pokemon with you. My DMs (and askbox for anon) are always open <3 Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your beautiful thoughts with me <3

#aspiringtrashpanda #please talk to me about your fics

[stalkersquirrel]

We Are Survivors | Chapter 6

Writer: StalkerSquirrel | Co-Writer: Unicornymous

Warning The Overall Story Contains: apocalypse, fighting, weapons, death, murder, horror, dark thoughts, dark moments, fantasy creatures, mutant creatures, Fallout Series Themed, powers, religions, etc.

Chapter 6: They Aren't Them

"I found the reason." Basil states confidently as he sits down in front of Bonny, "My dear friend, congratulations, you are pregnant." He announces with a big grin as he watches Bonny's eyes fill with tears. "You're serious?" She whispers out her question while looking down at her stomach, placing her hands on top of it. "You're serious." She states this time before looking back up at the bear-like man, "How far along?" Bonny hits him with another question as she gets up to go tell her husband. "Roughly between 3-4 months!" Basil yells as he watches Bonny rush out the small privacy room, he chuckles as he makes his way out into the medical bay.

"Miss Ali-" Basil starts before Sterre waves her hand with a small worry smile, "Please, I have been here for almost a year now. Call me, Sterre." The scientist speaks up as she stands up. "Ah, yes, sorry. Sterre, please come this way." Basil replies as he escorts her into the privacy room. "Your tests are back and we discovered that you are pregnant, you are about 2-3 months along." Basil states calmly as he watches the information sink into Sterre. "Wha- Are you sure?" Her voice shakes, her shoulders slump as her eyes fill with an unknown emotion. This was not good news. "Sterre, this is the second test. The first test could have been a mistake but two test came back positive. I am sorry but it's confirmed." He softens his voice, he didn't want to cause anymore stress. Sterre weakly pushes herself off the chair, "Okay. Thank you." It leaves Sterre in a monotone like way as she leaves the room and the medical bay.

Laughter and cheers fill the dining hall as soon as Bonny and Ace revealed the pregnancy. "I am not helping you care for a baby." Madog says after lending over to Bonny, the bunny laughs as she shakes her head. "No, I don't expect you to care for my baby but when they become a kid." She jokes causing Madog to laugh, "I'll be the best uncle!" He yells as he lends over to his husband to steal a kiss who happily gives. The door to the dining hall slams open as Jae and Enyo runs in, "Congrats, Bonny!" The two yell as they rush over to the table. "Thank you!" Bonny replies quickly as she was pulled into her husband's embrace.

To say Ace was stressed would be an understatement, "Please stay." He begs as he watches Bonny pack an expedition bag. "I am not staying here while you leave to go see Vault 22! I want to see it too!" Bonny huffs out in irritation. She been wanting to see a vault for years and a month ago, the residents of Vault 22 have accidentally told Bonny what the big expedition was. "Bon, please, look at it from my side. You are pregnant, carry our child. What if something happens to you? What if something happens to the baby? Hell, what if something happens to you both?" Ace pleads as he kneels down in front of his wife, tears starting to fall down and pass his cheeks. A heavy sigh leaves Bonny as she cups the hybrid wolf's face, gently she rubs her thumbs across his cheeks to wipe away the tears. Several moments pass between them before Bonny lends down and gives a quick kiss on his lips, "Fine, I'll stay but you better bring stuff back for me." Bonny demands as she gives into his pleading gaze.

A horrible feeling sinks into Basil's stomach when he realizes Sterre was going with the expedition, his mind was screaming at him to get her to stay but he shakes his head. It wasn't his business, her group can protect her but remembrance sinks in. No one knows besides him, no one knows she is pregnant. "If you keep staring you are gonna burn a hole through the poor girl." Madog jokes as he walks over to the bear but his mood shifts when he realizes the worry and fear surrounds the man, "What's wrong? Is she gonna harm us?" The fox whispers as he lends against the man's side. "No." Basil answers before putting an arm around Madog, "and I am staying here, remember? We decided to keep one medic behind for Bonny." He gently reminds the smaller male as he pulls him further from the group at the gate.

Once the two were far enough Basil lends down to his lover's ear, "Keep an eye out for Sterre, she's carrying." He whispers as Madog's squints his eyes. "Carrying?" He asks as he looks over at Sterre but a chuckle catches Madog's attention again, "Not like a trap, carrying. Carrying as in baby. She is pregnant, you himbo." He laughs as he tries to keep his voice down. A soft whine leaves Madog as he shoves his hands against Basil's chest, which does nothing to the big man. "I am not a himbo! Why did you say carry? That is our code word for explosives!" He snaps but it was between playful and serious, "Sorry, love, I was trying to be secretive in case someone heard us." Basil replies as he lowers his voice again. "Why do I have to watch out for her? Why not her team?" He asks as he looks back at the ex-vault dwellers, "Because she hasn't told anyone and I am the only one that knows due to doing her tests." Basil explains as he lends against a brick wall. A horrible feeling settles into Madog's gut as he turns to look at Basil, "Okay." Madog gives in. He gave Basil one last kiss before heading back to the group which was heading out the gates.

A scowl covers Sterre's face before she quickly looks over at Madog, "Why do you keep looking at me?" She asks quietly as to not alarm the group in front of them. "No pictorial reason." The fox said casually as he places his arms behind his head and looks forward, "I got a question though." He says quickly after before glancing back at the scientist. "And what would that question be?" She asks with annoyance as she looks at the group, "Who's the father?" Madog asks making Sterre snap her head to him in shock. "What?" Sterre whispers harshly, "What do you mean?" she glares at him as her hands tighten around the pack's straps. "Don't play dumb now." Annoyance fills Madog as he scuffs, "Who's the baby daddy?" the question was now more clear. Sterre's face covers in worry for just a few seconds before hardening into a glare, "That is none of your business and you know it isn't." She whispers with harshness. "Nah, nah you see it is my business when someone's lover lets their pregnant partner go on a dangerous expedition." Madog voice is quiet but it still shown how angry he was, "Because I know damn well if I knew Basil could somehow get pregnant and was going on a expedition I would lose my absolute shit. I would pull all the stops to prevent them from going so who the fuck is the shitty person that decided it was okay for you to go?" he didn't mean to be so harsh but if her lover wasn't going to protect her then damn him to hell because he was gonna to.

Silence grew between the two, which made Madog angrier by the second. "I don't have a lover and he doesn't know. No one but you, Basil, and me." Sterre finally whispers as her eyes shift to the ground, guilt filling her as she remembers the person's words. "Why the fuck doesn't he know?" He asks as he pulls her a bit further behind to talk above a whisper, "Because he said and I quote 'It was a moment of weakness and nothing else.' so I never told him because he is happy with someone else and I'll be damned if I be a homewrecker." Sterre replies as she starts to wipe away her tears, slowing down to a stop. "Can we please stop talking about it?" Her voice was small and sounding defeated. Sterre didn't want to remember that night nor the morning after, she doesn't want to remember how happy he is with Zhi and she doesn't have the heart to hurt Zhi even if it was indirectly. "Shit. Uh- Yeah, okay. Come on, lets hurry up before the group notices what's happening." Madog quickly says as he gently pulls Sterre closer to the group, hoping no one noticed.

It took roughly a week to reach Vault 22 and standing before the entrance was shocking, there was no door anymore. Any metal was gone, hardly ever a trace it was there. "What happened?" Jae asks as they carefully walked into the tunnel that was once a metal hallway, "A dangerous gas." Sterre replies, "It ate away at anything or almost anything." the scientist follows Jae further in. "Are you sure there will be medicine here?" Ace asks Uxue as he follows her down a separate hallway when they got to a four way split, "If I remember correctly the gas couldn't eat through wood, plastic, glass, or clothes." Uxue replies as she glances over her shoulder, "So the medicine should be safe." She sounded confident but Ace didn't sense any confidence from her.

"Sven." Zhi whispers as he lends down, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "Sven, they didn't make it, remember?" Zhi's voice gently reminds the bigger man, "But there is no evidence of that! Look! Where is her body? Her clothes? Her bones?" Sven's voice raises as he looks around a destroy cafeteria table where he last saw his baby sister. "Hell, there is no evidence anyone died here!" He screams as he looks around the room, "They must have survived, escaped!" Hope filled Sven's voice but heartbreak covers Zhi's face. "No, Sven, no. I hate to be the bad guy here but they didn't survive, they didn't make it. The gas ate it all away." Eirik states after overhearing Sven, "We saw what happened that day, we know they didn't make it." Eirik sighs heavily as he rubs Zhi's back. Sven's shoulders slump as he looks down at the spot where he last saw his baby sister, "No hope? Not even a little?" Sven asks with a shaky voice while tears fill his eyes as he looks at Eirik and Zhi. Heartbreak fills him all over again as he watches his friends shake their heads, why couldn't he have hope that everyone survived?

Brittania didn't know what to believe as she stares down at the note before her, "Enyo..." She calls out to her leader while holding out the fragile paper. "What is it?" Enyo asks as she grabs the paper, when she started reading it she didn't know if it was a cruel joke or hope. "Do not tell anyone about this note." Enyo orders as she shoves it into her back pocket, "Regardless, we will check Deadfall before we head back to Rosabell." She states as Brittania nods in acknowledgement. If it was false then no one's hope would be broken, if it was true then it would be something to celebrate for.

Nick stood beside Jae and Madog in shock, "Sir, that is a very big hole." Jae says looking at the exploded area. Nick nods with a hum, his hands on his hips as he looks at the damage, "I have a funny feeling we can't fix this Vault into a settlement." Madog speaks up as he looks around himself. "Unless I suddenly became magically, there is no way we can." Nick whispers as he rubs the back of his head before looking over at the two. "Sorry, I hope this didn't crush your hopes too much." He sheepishly grins as he felt a sweat drop run down his face, "You are good, we prepared ourselves for the worse." The slime replies before they pick up a book. "What's Deadfall?" Madog asks as glances over Jae's shoulder seeing a word etched into the book's cover, "Deadfall?" Nick whispers as he looks over at them. "Deadfall is a settlement that fell to a sickness not too far from here." Nick states as he walks over to them, confusion washes over him when he sees the word on the book's cover. Why would that be craved into a children's book? Hell, he knows that book and that definitely wasn't there before that dreadful day.

"Told ya!" Uxue smiles as she opens the last plastic cabinet, "I knew we had medicine for pregnancy." Ace laughs as he opens his bag. "Do we take everything?" He asks as he watches her look through the medicine, "No, some of these are deadly to a baby. Here, these are what your wife needs." Uxue explains before having him several pill bottles. "Deadly? Why would someone want to do that?" Ace was confused by her words as he quickly takes the medicine, "In the vault you can have only so many children every 18 years. It was to keep us from overpopulating." She plainly explains as the doctor stood up. "And when you hit 13 you are put in an Unit, units are constantly sent out into the wastelands." Uxue states as she grabs various medicines, "What? Why?" Ace's voice raises in disgust and disbelief, "Because that is always how it has been, just like when you hit 65 you either get to choose when you hit 70 if you die or leave the vault to never return." Her voice was calm and nonchalant about it all. "And none of this sent you a red flag?" Ace asks as he runs a hand through his hair, "Ace, I get it. Looking from the outside in, it seems horribly. Cruel and inhumane but you grew up in the wasteland where there is no restrictions." Uxue starts as she lends against a wooden desk. "However, we grew up in a vault for a great portion of our lives. Yeah, we got to go scavenge but we hardly talked to anyone when we did. That was life to us, that was normal to us. So at the time, no, there was no red flags and when you're in a vault: what you consider a red flag sometime isn't one in there." Uxue explains as she watches Ace take in the information.

Enyo looks amongst the group before giving Brittania a quick glance, "We are going to stop by Deadfall." She announces making the group's faces show confusion at her words. "Why? Did the radio say they need help?" Eirik asks before seeing Nick hold out an old children's book, "I was about to ask you if we could stop by Deadfall." Nick intersects as Enyo grabs the book. "Jae found it and further into the damaged fields, Deadfall was also craved into the wall." Nick explains as a sigh leaves his leader, "We also seen it in the medical bay." Ace speaks up as he sees the word etched into the book cover. "It was craved into a wooden desk." Uxue explains as she pulls out a note, "and this piece of paper but it seems some of the words faded away." Uxue hands over the paper to Enyo before stepping back into her stop. "We found the word written on several tables," Sven says, hope evident in his voice as Zhi rubs his temples. "Let me guess, some of us believe they survived?" Eirik asks as his arms wrap around himself as he watches Brittania give a soft nod, "I sent Sterre ahead, if it is incorrect in any way then she will meet us on the road that parts back to Rosabell's direction. If not, we will continue our way to Deadfall." Enyo explains as Madog's stomach feels like someone was burning it. He forgot, he forgot to keep an eye on Sterre and now that horrible feeling is back.

Each hour that passed made the pain in Madog's gut worse, why was no one else worried? Was it because they didn't know she was pregnant? Regardless if that was the case, shouldn't they be scared even just a bit? No, instead everyone was oddly calm and quiet as they walk through the fallen town the settlement Deadfall resides in. "What if we can't get in?" The fox finally breaks the unbearable silence as he sees the settlement's gates in front of them in the distance, "I have yet met a settlement that has turned anyone way that wasn't during a storm warning." Enyo replies as she glances over to him and gives him a soft smile in hopes to calm his nerves. Madog returns the smile with a weak one of his, that didn't reassure him.

Eirik takes a deep breath before he slams the side of his fist against the metal doors of Deadfall, he takes a step back to stand beside Brittania as memories when they first arrived replay in his head. "Who is there?" A voice calls out, "Old Residents of Vault 22 and current residents of settlement 22!" Eirik shouts back as he tries to calm him. A few moments pass before the gates open, gasps fill the air in disbelief. "Mother?" Enyo whispers as she hesitantly steps closer to the familiar woman, the older woman gives a soft smile while opening her arms. "Hi, my little warrior." She whispers as she pulls Enyo into a tight hug, "How? I thought the gas got you." Enyo couldn't believe this. It seemed like a dream as she lends her head against her shoulder, "We did too back we woke up just fine, well, we woke up starving and injured but we were all alive." Enyo's mother explains vaguely as she pulls her further into Deadfall.

"Havana!" Sven's voice fills the air as he rushes forward, wrapping the little girl in his arms. "Havana, you are okay!" Happiness fills him as tears fall down his face, a fleeting though passes his mind; miracles do happen. "Enyo?" A familiar man's voice calls out making Enyo look over her shoulder, "Cobalt!" She yells as she pulls away from her mother and runs into her husband's arms. "Nice to see you again, love." He whispers into her hair as she sobs into his shoulder, he never wanted to let her go again. "Eirik!" Nikon's voice reached him before he could react, feeling a body slam into him. The pair fall to the ground before laughter leaves them, "Nikon!" He cheers as he holds his husband's face in his hands while giving him gentle kisses. "Zhi! Nick!" Two women voices shout out to the men making them turn around, "Mom!" They say in unison as they run over to hug their parents.

The fox hybrid trots over to Uxue, who was lending against a brick wall. "I hate to be a party pooper but I don't see Sterre here." He whispers as Jae nods behind the fox, "She is probably with her husband." Uxue calmly replies as her eyes stayed on the reunion before her. "Why are you so worried? She is going to be okay, she can handle herself quite well. I would know, she is one hell of a shot." The doctor jokes as she pushes herself off the wall, "I have a bad feeling!" Madog whisper yells to Uxue making her head snap in his direction. Uxue sucks her teeth as she remembers Harun saying Monat had a bad feeling before his incident but this time she was here. Why was there a bad feeling? "Okay. What do you want to do?" Uxue asks as she looks at the two hybrids, "We want to explore the settlement for Sterre." Jae speaks up as the fox nods. "Let me ask where Sterre is first and if I don't get an answer, I'll wave at you both to go ahead and search." Uxue explains before making her way to Enyo's Mother, Esther.

Jae huffs in frustration as they watch the doctor walk away, "What if they lie?" Jae asks looking at Madog before he looks back at the slime. "I have a feeling they will because something about this settlement ain't right." He replies as he grabs the slime's arm, "Let's go, we need to find Sterre and get the hell out of here." He didn't want to be here anymore. The people of Deadfall gave Madog and Jae a bad feeling, they looked so uncanny to them and they were hiding a malicious intent behind their eyes.

Madog believes whatever happened that dreadful day did kill those people because whatever these people are, is what woke it that vault. These people stole their bodies, hiding behind a false identity, and memories that isn't theirs. They smile too wide, they are way too friendly, they almost seem impatient, hell maybe they are impatient but about what? Madog hopes he doesn't find out. He hopes he can find Sterre and get the group out of here. "Madog!" Ace's voice calls out as he jogs up to him, "Where are you going?" He asks as he looks over his shoulder to where the people of 22 were. "I am off to find Sterre, I have a bad feeling something happened to her." The fox states as he lets go of Jae's arm, "Yeah, something is off." Jae whispers as they watch Ace nod in agreement. "I don't blame you for feeling like that, I feel the same way since the gates opened." Ace whispers as he starts walking further into Deadfall, "Then should we leave immediately and come back for Sterre later?" Jae asks as they jog up to them. "No, better to get Sterre so we have the whole group and then hightail it out of here." Ace reasons as he gave a quick glance around them.

The smelt it first before they even saw it, it took a few minutes to even find where the bad odor and iron was coming from. Jae gagged as they tried not to vomit at the sight in front of them, the slime almost didn't see her recognize her if it was for her ginger hair standing against the shadows of the alleyway. "We need to go!" Jae yells catching Madog's and Ace's attention, they jog over before having to immediately cover their noses. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Madog yells as he takes a step back, "I know we knew something was wrong but fuck, I didn't think they were cannibals!" he cries out as the sight forces him to look away. "Ace! Ace! What are you doing? We need to go and tell them!" Jae calls out as Ace walks further down the alleyway, "If someone told me, my friend died I wouldn't believe them." Ace replies as he lends down as fiddles with something. "Okay?" Madog's voice filled with confusion as he tries to watch Ace but ends up looking away, "We needed evidence." Ace spoke as he jogs back to them, holding a bloody bracelet.

Uxue looks over when she heard rushing footsteps, the doctor groans as she pushes herself off the wall and walks over to them. "Where the hell were you three? I didn't give you the signal to go exploring." She whisper yells to them as she pulls them over to where she was. "What did they say?" Jae shot back a question of their own, "Esther said Sterre is with her husband." Uxue replies back calmly as she lends back against the wall. "That's a bold face lie." Ace states as he holds out the bracelet, "She is in an alleyway, dead, and eaten." Madog explains quickly when he notices eyes were on them. The woman was quiet as she pulls the bracelet out of Ace's hand, "I need to stop ignoring my gut." she whispers as she stands up straight. Her mind kicking into gear, "Madog get Nick and Zhi, Jae get Brittania and Eirik, and Ace get Sven. I'll get Enyo. Try to get them out before we have to fight to get out." Uxue whispers before making her way to Enyo.

"Enyo!" Uxue calls out making her leader pull away from Cobalt, his glare doesn't go unnoticed by the doctor. "What's up?" Enyo asks as she walks over to the taller woman, "We need to head back to 22, the Old Watchman radioed me saying Sterre is with Baxtiyor." Uxue hopes she understands the message as she watches the gears move behind Enyo's eyes. After a few moments Enyo nods, "Unit 10 and fellow companions, we need to head back!" her voice rings out catching the residents of Deadfall off guard. "What? Why are you leaving so soon?" Esther asks as she places a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder, "An emergency, mother. You understand since you ran a vault and now a settlement, we have many people to take care for." Enyo replies with a forced smile as she watches her people reluctantly pull away from their people. Madog, Jae, and Ace were standing beside their assigned people and they now noticed they were in a good position to protect the whole group for a few minutes if they were attacked.

A discouraged groan left Esther before she covered it with a cough, "Hopefully, you visit soon." She gives Enyo a smile as she watches everyone collect their packs and head towards the opens gates. Uxue was relieved that the settlement forgot about the gates and that they were so close to it, "Of course." Enyo replies quickly as she forces her group to move quicker. "No one talk, no one look back." Enyo orders quietly after they got a good hearing distance away, this cause confusion amongst the unknowing part of the group but regardless they listened.

It would be hours of silence that Sven finally breaks, "Okay. I can handle this anymore. Why are we leaving them behind? Why aren't we staying?" The man asked as pain fills his voice. He doesn't understand, his sister was right there, hell the whole vault was so why were they leaving it all behind. "They are not who we think they are." Uxue replies, "They may look like our people but whoever they are, they aren't them." Sven stops walking as he throws up his hands. "What? What are you talking about?" He asks as everyone around him slows down to a stop. Uxue digs into her back pocket before pulling out Sterre's bracelet and holding it out to Sven, "Ace and his group found it." Uxue starts as the confusion doesn't leave Sven's face, "She wasn't with her husband, hell maybe she was. Sterre is dead, they found her in an alleyway. Dead and eaten." There it was, horror and realization covering the unknowing people's faces. "We should have ended them!" Nick yelled as he runs a hand through his hair, "They are going to attack people that have no idea what they are!" Enyo shakes her head as she tries to remember anything that gave away them not being human. "We don't even know what they are or even if they can die." Jae speaks up, "They're right. They could be Wendigos, Skinwalkers, or anything else in that matter." Madog confirms as he folds his arms.

"Come on, we need to get back to Rosabell." Enyo orders, she didn't want to be so close to Deadfall when they settled down for the night. The group forces themselves to move but their movements were slow. Ace didn't blame them, didn't comment on it because he understands in a way. Being so happy finding someone you thought you lost years ago, just for it to be ripped away from you in just moments after. A heavy sigh leaves Ace as he sends Madog to the front of the group, he places Jae in the middle before he takes the back. They needed to be prepared if anything happens and right now, settlers of 22 were not aware enough to keep their guards up so they'll have to be the ones for now.

-End of Chapter 6: They Aren't Them-

#We Are Survivors #Chapter 6 Vault 22

[samtheflamingomain]

spider hands, spider hands, do nothing like regular hands

I've had a billion things wrong with me since I was like 6.

After a few months, today I got the worst case of what I call "spider hands" that I've ever had. Hand cramps that make my fingers curl up. A few times it's woken me up. Today at work, it was on-and-off, really, really bad, for 4 hours. Repetitive motions like peeling carrots didn't help. I still have them 3h later.

I haven't woken up feeling refreshed in, officially, today, 8 years. (I've always kept detailed journals. It slowly started fading and by the time I wrote about that day, it had been nearly a month. It was hopeful. I thought finally I was out of a slump.)

Nah, fam. Last day I'll ever not be exhausted. And I wasted it on going to class. Diagnosed as IH, or casually, Type 2 Narcolepsy.

I say all this because I've always thought that would be the thing to force me into retirement before 30. My father retired at 34 after living with AS for almost 8 years. He got spider hands a lot, especially when I was a kid. Thus the naming.

Dad had AS, Ankylosing Spondylitis. Always a part of my life, until I was 8 or 9, I would just say "dinosaur disease" for what I believe are obvious reasons. A genetic disease that makes the spine "ossify". It turns your dozens of vertebrae into one solid spine bone over time. You become hunched, often your legs suffer due to taking more of the weight placed on them. Sometimes sufferers use crutches like those with cerebral palsy use (name escaping me if there is one) but my dad just used a cane.

I currently have a few indicators that I'm going to inherit the disease. Average onset of 26 (dad's exact age), and I'm 27.

AS is extremely rare but so genetic that I have a near-60% chance of getting it. Doesn't sound like that much but for a genetic disease that's actually wildly heritable.

I have a "bad back" in that most of the time my back hurts a bit, but I can usually stretch it out for some amount of relief. My father stood at 6 foot at 25. By 45 he was hunched over in 24/7 agony and shrunk to 5'6". Despite medication, he's probably already in a wheelchair at 56. Been 5 years since I spoke to them, so fuck if I know.

I have one very, very vivid memory to explain just how incredibly painful AS is. My father was a gamer. By the time I was in high school, he lived in his recliner with his laptop on a handmade rig designed so he didn't have to exert much to move it, ergonomic, etc. But before that, we were poor. He had a desk and a regular computer but did get himself the most comfortable chair he could find in the year of 2003.

One day he let out a groan. Not abnormal. My mother waited for the second one and said, "you okay?" He's stubborn. Usually one more grunt and then "yeah I'm okay." But he doesn't ignore us, so when he didn't respond we turned around and he was doubled over, eyes squeezed shut. In cases like these, I'm the one who says "Dad?" Usually, "Just a sec." And he's eventually able to waddle to the couch and after an hour of us leaving him alone he's a-okay.

He never ignores the "Dad?'. Finally... "I can't move. I... I can't move. I can't move anything."

For a long time, the things that followed left me questioning just how bad it was. But now I see it as a very stubborn man trying to maintain a sense of calm in the face of the worst pain imaginable in front of his 8 year old.

"Okay, Lois? [Mom] Wheel me over to the couch. Sammy, I'm in the middle of a campaign, you know how to cast impale, right? Just - AH!" Lois started moving him. "Keep casting."

I took over the game, awkwardly kneeled in front of the desk. I knew it was bad, but I thought if I could win him that fight he'd feel a bit better. I did win, barely, but the entire time I couldn't stop looking over as Lois MacGyver'd a way to put his feet up on a piece of wood so she could very slowly wheel him to the couch over the course of nearly a half hour. It was 7 feet away.

He howled as he was laid down over another 20 minutes. Game finished, I asked, "Should I call the doctor?" Scott and Lois answered simultaneously. He said no, she said yes. I listened to Lois and made the call. Of course I was immediately asked to hand her the phone.

It wasn't 911 and it wasn't just our family doctor. I ran to the fridge and found the number of Scott's rheumatologist, who he saw specifically for his AS.

After almost an hour, eventually the doctor said it wasn't worth an ER visit and just take some pain pills and keep his legs up. We turned every light off, closed the blinds and he took an OTC sleeping pill and passed out at 6pm as me and my mother played cards quietly in the basement.

That was the worst his back ever got. But not the worst pain he's ever been in. AS is almost always associated with iritis, inflammation of the iris in your eye. The result is absolutely blood-red eyes, like fuckin alien contacts just totally red, and an insensitivity to any light whatsoever. But it lasts weeks, and doesn't come with any other symptoms like fever. So instead of a few days in bed in a dark room like when I got migraines, drifting in and out of sleep, he couldn't sleep all day.

So we lived in complete darkness for weeks, no TV, screens turned away from him at 10% brightness, him wearing sunglasses and constantly crying (from the iritis, not emotion, which I don't think he's actually capable of showing). The only thing he could do was listen to audiobooks. After the first time that I was aware of, he listened to music and a few books-on-tape from the library before I specifically cleared my personal MP3 player and put a few chapters of a book on it and replaced them a few times a day for him. The 21st century version of a little pilgrim girl wringing a cold cloth over mother's feverish head.

It always quite scared me. Not just the red eyes. But the idea of not even losing your sight but being so in pain by even using your eyes that all you can do is use your ears for entertainment. In order to keep his eyes alive, he was instructed to do something visual for at least an hour a day.

No screens, couldn't even read. To me, it was the best time to make him play cards. To him, it was the best time to teach me chess, and him being sick, he gets to pick. Only reason I can beat an average person. Also the reason I never went on to learn how to beat a champ.

Later, we figured out how to play a show on TV without visuals (harder than you'd think in the 00s and 10s) and because we'd all seen every Simpsons episode ten times we still laughed.

One summer, he had it for nearly 2 months. It sucked being 14 and having no TV all summer, but I still pitied him. Especially because, after a few months of straight iritis... you have to get it flushed from your eyes or they'll fill with fluid. I think. Anyway, he had to get a needle in each eyeball, eyes open. I was told to wait in the car for an hour. Whatever, I had a Gameboy by then.

Upon return, both parents looked absolutely traumatized. Scott had bandages around his eyes but tears still leaking down. Lois said "I just need to sit here a minute, Scott."

It wouldn't be until I recalled the memory years later that she told me of his absolutely blood-curdling screams. Six for the first eye, she said. Nine for the second. In about 45 minutes, 20m between eyes. So for 20 minutes... he knew what was coming, again.

Scott would tell me when we watched Clockwork Orange, his eye-needle-event wasn't unlike that one scene, you know the one. He's got a stomach of steel and had no problem with the movie but it prompted me to ask, did they tie you up at all? One around the forehead, but nurses had to hold his arms and eventually his legs.

I think I'm close to my diagnosis. For many sufferers, the first symptom is the main one: back pain. Some it's actually iritis. For a select few, it's crippling hand cramps. Spider hands.

I had carpal tunnel as a terminally-online teen. Wore a brace for a year. Never had a problem since.

But now it's both hands, equally, and to the point I cannot stop it. I've done nothing but massage and ice and heat and stretch and I just know this is it. This is the thing that's going to end my working days.

It took me almost 3 hours with long breaks to write this out. It's been almost 10 years since I got the occasional, right-handed cramp. This ain't that.

Stay Greater.

#ankylosing spondylitis #sam #arthritis

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

How bout a fic a levi x civilian baker? Reader finds him intimidating at first but as time goes by she get to know him and slowly falls in love with levi. Likes his cleanfreakiness, obsession with tea, his gentleness, how he treats his comrades etc. Reader sees his softer side, hidden under the gruffiness and glares. The setting could be scouts relaxing in a small bakery x teashop every dayoff they get and/or reader donates bread for the scouts? Just a peaceful love story❤ with funny banters❤

This has been in my inbox for months but I only now found some inspiration to write it (I'm basically baking stuff every single day so maybe that's why) anon, if you're still out there I'm sorry for the long wait, I hope this is what you wanted.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: fluff, canonverse

Loaves of Love

It all started with a young brunette soldier who had been awestruck by your shop's enamoring display. With her shaky hands and her oily teenage skin pressed against the shiny glass while a streak of drool run down her face.

You had been waxing some tables to start the day with, your feet much swollen and numb by the long standing position when you noticed her; big, round brown eyes that were swooning over the loaf of garlic bread you had placed at the shelf on display were blinking rapidly between you and the object of her desire. She seemed to ignore the voices that we calling out to her as she was fixated on the streaks of smoke that danced in the air, rubbing a tiny area in the glass as if she longed to caress the loaf like a lover.

You couldn't help but crack a smile.

If there was one word that could be used to describe the bakery shop you were working for that word would be 'delicious'.

Or so you wanted to believe.

Your uncle, the owner of the shop and a top baker in Trost, had poured a lot of money to it's renovation after the store was trashed by the breachinf of the walls. It was profoundly evident element in the store that could be found anywhere from the elegant stalls and shelves that were filled with different types of bread and numerous plates of traditional pastries, to the most divine and fine glass that shone on every large window.

The wooden floors were polished to perfection, and twice a day at that, by your uncle's command, and all the tables at the restroom area of the store were cleaned meticulously every single morning. It was a necessary policy of your uncle's; a clean store attracted more customers which meant more income, and thus more independent financial stability for you through a bigger wage. One that you didn't have to split in half with your brother.

Until that day came though, you were stuck with scrubbing and waxing the tables each and every morning.

Wiping down the excess residue of wax, you eyed your brother, noticing how he was setting up loaves of bread neatfully over the caramel brown baskets, carefully making sure he didn't mix up the different breadths of bread. You brother noticed, smiling at you in return and you pointed out to the young brunette whou wouldn't seem to get her face off of your display window.

"She's cute."

"Oh my god Beau, she must be so young you gross little shit."

"The scouts have had their income reduced once again." He announced. "That's why the poor girl is drooling. They're looking for a new bakery to take up their orders too."

"Oh."

"Yeah and uncle said we should do it."

You gave a hard eye with puckered lips to your brother as he voiced that, letting a long sigh escape you. He replied with a side smileand brought his hands to his hair, shipping his locks back before searching for the little hair band in the pocket of his apron. By the time you laid eyes on the small brunette, you noticed that her friends we're accompanying her. You pressed your lips together as you eyed the group of teens, half smiling at them in any case they could see you through the glass. One of them shook his head to the side, shyly blushing as his wide eyes were instantly hidden by his blond bangs.

The were all oggling the display with eyes as wide as the brunettes, You guessed, as your brother had said that they must have been rather hungry; Scouts never really have a big budget nonetheless, and your heart skipped a beat at the paleness on the teenagers' faces, the mere thought of them not having eaten anything for breakfast was more fearful than looking a Titan in the eye.

So, by setting down your table waxing kit, you wiped your hands at your apron and rushed to the small stall that your brother was leaning on.

"Beau, do me a favor and step aside please." You spoke as you marched to him and the hem of your skirt flapped over your ankles.

"Wait, what?"

"I'm feeding the kids."

"(Y/n), they're not stray dogs you know."

"Fine giving them some bread, whatever." You scoffed.

"Uncle's gonna be mad."

"As if I care. I didn't ask to be a baker and work here, plus less loaves means it's on demand."

Your brother sighed at you and slowly shook his head a couple of times. You didn't miss the sly smile that he hid once he burried his face to the palm of his hand, just like he didn't miss the cooking of your eyebrow as you smirked victoriously at him. Taking a complete turn to the opposite direction from the one you were facing you pushed your brother aside and kneeled down to the shelves on the inside of that cashier stall where numerous tote bags laid, folded neatly, ready to accommodate any of your costumer's orders.

You quickly grabbed one, and jounced it open in the air.

Your eyes shot to the teens that still stood before the display, now trying to pull their friend away from it, and hurriedly grabbed a few medium sized loaves in your hands. Once you filled the bag with more loaves than the number of teens you took a quick turn again, your feet stomping the mahogany tiles of the floor underneath you.

"Hello!" Your costumer friendly cheerful voice chatted.

"Ah agagagagagaga!" The brunette from before panicked as she turned to you, her hands stood confused before her chest.

"Hey miss" The tallest of the group, an ashy blond boy, spoke back to you. "We're sorry were standing here like bunch of idiots-"

"Speak for your self Jean! I feel in love with that loaf!"

"Sasha stop being such a glutton!" A girl with ebony hair spoke.

"Oh no it's fine, I just got these for you."

With steady hands a compressee smile on your face you extended the bag to Sasha's direction, the material flapping as it hung from your grip. Sasha's eyes shit wide open, they glimmered with tension and her mouth fell agape as she went to scream at you. Another boy, one with a buzzcut, quickly got his hands on her, linking his elbows inside hers as he wiggled his right palm to her mouth, ready to stop whatever sound the girl wanted to utter.

"Thank you! Please don't give food to Sasha so bluntly, she will bite your hand off." The ashy blonde told you and took a grip of the beige straps of the tote bag. His hand wiggled inside, grabbing a small loaf and he brought it to his nose to smell it before placing it into Sasha's hands.

"You bastars, did you just smell something that was a gift?"

"It smelled good Eren." The boy greeted his teeth.

"Not very accepting of you, she's giving us their most popular bread and the first thing you do is smell it?"

"You've been very annoying today Eren don't test me."

"Eren?" You said, shaking your head in disbelief "Eren Yeager? As in the kid who can turn into a Titan?"

Eren oggled his eyes in yours, marching a foot forward so he could come into a better view and opened his mouth to speak by flapping his lips together. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you watched Jean roll his eyes at him before taking a step back and tapping Connie's shoulders in order to tell him to unhand Sasha. Any other group of teens would have annoyed you, but these young scouts in particular were known faces of the front lines and over the newspapers at some occasions. You couldn't really hold a grudge to teenagers with issues bigger than yours, you gave them that.

"Yes I am that-"

"Brats."

"I am that brat, what?"

Eren looked around in confusion, questionimg the words that had just left his mouth. You chuckled at him briefly, closing your eyes in the funny of the situation before shooting them open once again as you laid them on the person who had spoke over Eren.

Captain Levi. You almost gasped absurdly loud at the realisation.

Raven hair that shone with a strobe under the early morning light, a porcelain complecion to contrast it, a heart shaped face and narrow almond eyes with thick lashes, a nose that looked like it had been sculped by gods with uttmost delicacy and thin, a pair assymetrical lips that were pressed into a pout. He truly looked better that anyone you had even seen from up close and you found yourself choking with unsaid words as his gunmetal gaze was fixed on you.

"Are you the owner of the store?" He said bluntly, the question reminding you more of a statement.

"Ah, I'm, I'm not! My uncle is and-"

"See I told you he intimidates women!" Connie whispered to Sasha as she stuffed another bite of garlic bread into her mouth, earning a sharp glare from the captain. The duo burst in laughter shortly after the captain turned his gaze from them and you watched as he rolled his eyes at them while digging his lips under his teeth to sink them in his mouth.

"Speak up, my nails don't exactly smell like what you want to say."

You eyed him in confusion, struck by the bluntness of his sarcasm. Still you managed to gather your thoughts with a single inhale. "My uncle is the owner of the bakery, feel free to come in, I'll give fetch him."

"Hm"

With a nod the short man agreed to your proposal, fixing the waist height camel jacket on his chest. It was the beginning of a warm day in Trost, that was for sure and you could see the soldiers around you tense inside their attire slighty. The captain bored his eyes into yours once again as you gestured you to get into the store before him.

Sighing, you entered the the store, giving your brother a wide eyed look before with an awkward smile that vanished in a matter of seconds. You quickly checked to see that the group of teens were lazing out of the bakery, not bothering to follow their captain, as they chit chat they with each other quite loudly.

"Hi, have a seat captain, what can we get you? Something to drink? Or eat? " Your brother greeted from behind the stall, giving the gloomy captain an ear to ear grin.

"Just black tea. Unsweetened."

The captain waved off his hand as he took a seat on a dim lit table and you noticed as his body sank in the chair momentarily. A soft smile over came your features as you stared at him, taking in his bulky form as streaks of light peaked over him, inevitably bathing him in warm morning colors. His finger traced over the table, rubbing softly in a small area as if reluctantly inspecting it.

Of course, you were aware of his antics; many fellow shop owners would compete on who would get to provide captain Levi with his cleaning supplies on his monthly stroll around the town to shop necessities. His mania with cleaning was something that probably unbeknownst to him was a big thing for anyone to his service or even swooning fangirls.

Oh, he had a few of them.

Now, you could see why.

He stood so gloomyon his own, carrying such a mysterious aura around him. With his sleek hand holding the side of his face while being balled up in a tight fist, with his navy gray button down shirt and the knee length boots. Despite being as short as most people said, a fact you were trying to get in your head, because you've only seen him from afar and on his horse, he was still rather bulky, with thighs that were barely restrained by the straps of his gear. With biceps that flexed tight in his jacket.

Shoot, he kind if was a little dreamy, you weren't going to lie.

"Are you going to fetch our uncle or shall I give you a day off to drool over the captain?"

Oh, your brother was always quick to call you out on the bare minimum.

"Fine, fine. I'm off. By the walls."

Okay, yeah, so what if you found the captain a little dreamy, it wasn't going to hurt anyone.

.....

Thinking about your cleaning routine you had concluded that at this point you didn't know if this bakery smelled like the delicious fluffiness of freshly baked bread or sanitary products. People really seemed to compliment you on both nevertheless, whether on individual or collective level. You were simply happy about how most seemed to enjoy their experience at your bakery.

Most, but mostly him.

Captain Levi of the Scouts. He was a regular at your shop for, give or take, three months now. And you couldn't be more happy about it.

Just like today, he was usually dropping by on Mondays, each and every time with a new book in hand, dressed in casually formal attires, that mostly consisted of the same onyx suit and a dress shirt that sat too tight on his petrocals. Your brother would tease you afterwards, making snarkly comments about how you were flirting shamelessly with him, and you'd brush him off with a reply on how unresponsive the man was to anything.

Not convinced with the silly things you told yourself, you brother stood with his back against the bread shelves, grinning victoriously as the little bell of the store rang when the mighty captain slipped inside the store silently. You shit him a glare, a harsh furrowed glare before eyeing the apron that was hanging right next to him. Catching the signal, your brother grabbed the article and rouched it in his hands before tossing it to you.

"The usual?" You smiled slightly at Levi.

"Mhm"

Setting the apron over the bust of your dress, you drag your hands over the cotton front, pinching a few if the ruffles to perfection, then lowering your hands to the small of your back to idle with the straps of the waist in order to tie them in the perfect bow. The heels of your shoes clapped over the mahogany tiles of the floor as you run to the small kitchenette behind that cashier stall, just a few meters away from where your brother stood.

You bent down, then back up, examining the hangers in the area with a cocked eyebrow. Just where were your oven gloves?

"His apple pie is here," You brother said and you clapped a hand over your mouth "I took it out of the oven while you were drooling at him."

"No, oh my god! Is it baked?"

"Would I taken it out if it wasn't?"

You didn't reply. Instead, you chose to fixate your attention at the jars of tea that rested on the top shelf of the kitchenette. The choices weren't many, of course, your store wasn't exactly a tea shop or a coffee shop, the small variety of beverages you had only existed in order to help people digest their pastries better. Nothing too fancy. Yet, for Levi, you had spent days collecting some of the chamomile outside your house, you had tried drying red forests fruits, hell you had even tried making jasmine tea for him.

And for what?

Maybe the look on his face when you'd present him with a new tea blend was all the satisfaction you could use. Actually, that was the only thing it should be; the happiness of a service worker as their costumer enjoyed consuming their product, the fact that it made them come back, maybe the fact that despite not liking sweets they welcomed your pastries without objection.

But it wasn't just that. You knew, your brother knew, maybe even Levi knew and he pitied you.

You had fallen in love with Captain Levi. You had tried your best to supress it, to put it in a box, lock it and dig a hole twenty feet under the ground and bury it so light wouldn't see it again. Him and you weren't possible and you were more than aware ever since the very first day. Still, you had found him becoming so familiar to you in the little times you had seen him that you felt like you couldn't help yourself.

"Are you going to stand there for long? The kettle has been whistling for a long while now."

"Uhh, yes, yeah."

Shaking your thoughts out of your head you fixed your eyes on the whistling kettle. You took another step closer to it and since there wasn't any heat protecting glove in sight, you grabbed the length of your apron in your hand before wrapping your palm around the mettalic handle. You poured the hot water carefully into a large porcelain teapot, through the small almond tea brew that you had previously arranged onto the infuser.

"Don't have that face..."

"What face?" You asked nonchalantly and places the teapot on a tray, right next to the small pot of apple pie.

"You know.. the face... the I'm sad about my boyfriend face."

"I don't have that face." You snarled "and he's not my boyfriend. Shut up before he can hear you."

Walking to a glass shielded cupboard, you slid the little door open and grabbed a matching cup to the teapot, setting it too onto the tray. From the corner of your eye you watched as your brother sighed and shook his head disappointed in you, but you brushed it off quickly; you just wanted to give Levi his order, you'd have all day to endure your brother's teasing after the man of your desire left.

"Hello"

Levi's eyes shimmered as light splashed onto them; the little blue circles on the outer edge of his irises shone a different hue today, one that didn't accentuate the darkness of his eyebags, though it still was enigh to merge with how soft his time was to you.

"Hi" You pressed your lips together "here you go, almond tea and your apple pie."

"Ah, ye-yes, the apple, the apple pie."

Was he, by any chance, stuttering?

You glanced to the left and then to the right, then back to Levi again. Pressing your hand to his forehead didn't seem like a good idea, mostly because you respected his personal space and also because the man was quite fond of being obsessed over cleaningness and maybe your hands weren't clean enough for his standards. Or it could also be that you were overall too awestruck to do anything other than lean down closer to him, bum popping in the air, as your knees remained unbent.

"Is everything alright Captain?"

Had you been dense, you would have missed the way his eyes were magnetized by the action, and consequentially get back to your standing position. Levi quickly cleared his throat though and closed his eyes, brushing the happening off as if it had never happened.

"Yes, I'm, I'm good, just a little" He cough again "Isn't it a bit warm here?"

"Ah, yes, I mean it is a furnace. Anyways I'll leave you to your book."

"No you're welcome to-" Levi begun and his hand traced over the black leather cover of the book.

"What was that?"

"I said, you're welcome. And call me Levi, cut the shitty formalities."

As you turned on your heels to walk to your brother, you felt your heart skip not one, but numerous beats. Quickly, you left the tray on the counter before your brother and rushed to the back room of the store, desperate to hide the embarrassing joy you were feeling. You squatted down on a dim lit spot just behind a few sacks of flour and buried your face in your hands.

Nonetheless you sighed, setting your gaze at one sack of flour before you that was filled to the top, hoping the the neat white color would help you calm down. Why did it have to even be like this? With a deep sigh you put your hands over your knees and unbent them, your body willingly standing up as you wiped your eyebrow with the flat of your palm.

Your head was probably throbbing just as much as your heart.

You felt guilty that you experienced such emotions in the first place. You had been too eager to wear your heart upon your sleeve when it came to Levi that you ignored that most of your interactions rolled as awkwardly as this one.

Maybe that's why he stuttered.

Maybe he even had someone he had feelings for just like you had for him.

Maybe..

Maybe...

Maybe....

You kept repeating the word inside your head until it became a mushy pile of goo that stuck to a crevice of your mind and prevented it from functioning correctly. All you knew was that you had to finish baking the weekly amount loaves the scouts had ordered you. And that's what you set as your task. With your uncle nowhere near the store at this -ungodly for him- hour you walked to the enormous tin in which he kept the dough you were looking for.

All you had to do was shape it into loaves and bake it. Easy and soul mending.

It should be something that could keep your mind off of him for a long while.

.....

The sun shone a bright orange as it spilled from the small windows of the room, bathing the the enormous amount of loaves you had baked as they rested inside the deckles you had placed them in. The warmth of this evening was beyond bearable and combined with the heat of the furnace you could feel your cheeks going numb to the excessive heat.

A droplet of sweat run down your forehead, lukewarm as it was when it formed to the top of your hairline, freshening up a little ribbon over your skin. With the back of your hand covered by the edge of your apron you wiped it away, leaving your skin complaining over the harsh, erratic movement.

"I think your boyfriend is waiting for you."

You turned your head to your left when you heard the tomed down voice. Your brother, was leaning against doorframe of the workshop, his hands crossed and pressed sturdily across his chest, his hip pressing against the casing of the door. There was this warm expression all over his face, that little teasing glimmer that flickeres in his eyes as the light of the sunset painted him orange as well.

"For the last time," You furrowed your brows and looked away. "he's not my boyfriend. And he's free to stay here for as long as he wants."

"Please with how slow things between him and you are going I'm going to have to ask him to ask for your hand in marriage."

Just what you needed.

"Beau. No."

"(Y/n). Yes." He smiled at you once you rolled your eyes "Anyways, he's waiting to help you get the loaves to the Scouts Headquarters. Because I have a date to attend to."

You didn't speak, you didn't even throw your brother a glance as the words left his mouth. You simply furrowed your brows together painfully over your shut eyes and puckered your lips. Your hands reached to your bum, wiping down any residue of flour to the pleats of your skirt ithout giving it a second thought.

"Fine. I hope this isn't one of your match making tricks."

Your brother smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. You already knew what his answer was going to be.

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

....

The big wooden table that hung from the balcony above it read "Uncle Ben's leather goods" in a big, cursive font, and by the looks of it, Levi had stopped by to retrieve something commissioned for him by his squad. You curiously peaked once or twice inside the store, as you leaned over the cart, the tips of your fingers rubbing lines along the thick wooden borders.

Had you taken the shortcut you had suggested the trip to the headquarters was no more than ten minutes. This evening though, since you were accompanied by the captain himself, taking a shortcut wasn't exactly a preferable option in your agenta, thus, you hadn't insisted on it.

When he finally exited the store with a tote bag hanging from his shoulder you realised you hadn't spent a lot of time waiting for him, still the little commotion in your heart begged you to cease every single moment you had alone with him

"Okay, time to head off to the headquarters" You said with a soft smile.

Levi hummed in response and walked to the back side of the cart. With steady hands he pressed onto it, his fingers flexing onto the metallic handles. He hung his head low, his shaggy bangs waving over his eyes a little before he turned his head again to look at you. Gunmetal orbs fell into yours with serenity, blinking ever so slowly.

"You seem to be into reading, Levi." You said, your eyes being the first ones to look away.

"Ah, yes, I couldn't enjoy reading in the past thus I am doing so now."

You found yourself in loss of words for the thousandth time this evening. You didn't know what exactly you had to say to that, seeing you had heard rumors about him being a former thug, though in your best judgment that would be an intensitive subject to bring up. Immediately, your brother came to your mind, he would not hesitate to pester you for days you if you didn't make any progress over crush now, would he?

Maybe asking for his favorite literature genre was the way to go with this.

"What's your favorite gen-"

"Can I tell you somethin-"

Levi blinked his eyes rapidly into yours and you giggled slightly at his confused face. The ravenette stared back and forth between the two of you with puckered lips, wondering who shall speak first.

"Go ahead Levi."

"The almond tea you're serving me is rather good. Care to tell me how to make it on my own?"

A shy smile came over you, still you felt the need to conceal it. You could see the headquarters peaking from the other buildings in the background, the cobblestone color of the building contrasting the violet of the sky only ever so slightly. You didn't have that much time left with Levi and that was a fact, so now wasn't the time to get all shy.

"I'll bring you a jar next week then. Just a small one though, or not!"

"No?" Levi said and cocked an eye brow at you.

His eyes were fixated on you again, his features bearing a soft expression that you couldn't exactly pinpoint, still it spread a little warmth inside you. Instinctively you run your eyes over your outfit. The only thing you found was as perfect as it was when you left your house in the morning was the top of your dress. You slightly fixed the cord that was holding the corset part of your dress tied, tucking it into where it had escaped from.

You didn't let him know you caught him staring, but by the way he was looking at you, maybe he didn't have a certain someone among the scouts.

Or were you just seeing what you wanted?

"Of course not, I'm not about to lose a regular at my store."

"A regular huh?" Levi questioned with that nasal undertone of his

You looked at the sky before you went to answer him. The evening breeze smeeled wondrously, mixed with the mouth watering aroma of the slightly season with garlic and poppy seeds bread, you could even say it was heavenly. The air wasn't as heavy and awkward as you had expected, rather, Levi was in a somewhat playful mood if you could place it correctly.

It struck you that he might have been like that because he was feeling the change in the atmosphere as well.

"Would you like to be more than a regular?" You paused "shoot never mind that"

"What was that? More than a regular?"

"Yes, a super regular!" You smiled slyly.

"If you keep spurting entertaining crap like that more often I might be tempted to become one."

Without realising it, you found yourself gaining confidence over the little territory you had conquered in the captain's mind. Every step you took that lead ultimately led you to the Headquarters was a proof of that. Levi seemed to be as bummed as you, he seemed to be flustered like a teen whose date had ended, you could see it now for some reason.

And when it came to you, your feet weren't shaky anymore, your voice wasn't the squeaky polite voice you'd put on for strangers. This was the first time in a long while where you felt like you could be yourself in Levi's presence and you couldn't help but hope there would be more instances like this.

"Here we are."

"Yes, here we are." Levi sighed, turning his face to look at you.

"I uhm, I'll help you get those in."

"No need to, I'll have the brats sweat for it, I haven't tortured them in a long while."

You couldn't help but laugh a little at that comment, though the bubbling sound died down immediately, bowing before the reality of your current situation. Your stroll around Trost had come to end. What an unfair way for your little walk to die.

Nevertheless your chest rose and fell as you looked at Levi, your heart pulping hard inside your chest. Heat rushed just under your skin, stinging you in millions of places at once as you contemplated on what to say next. You were going to speak, and very soon at that, just omge you found the words to do so.

"I'd like to see you again." You spoke, though you doubted this was the right choice of words.

"You see me every single week."

"Not like that!"

"Tch, then?" He clicked his tongue.

Your stomach turned. It twisted and turned and tied itself in a horrid knot; you couldn't just not panic. At his cocked brow, the little press of his lips, the way his eyes remained narrowed as the glared at you. On no, this was your doom for being bold before, wasn't it?

"Like this, but, without the bread."

You didn't miss the way his eyes softened at your words, frankly because it was a rather beautiful sight. The little creases of his eyes overlaoped each other, narrowing his gaze with a mellow tint that was gone as soon as you blinked. It only made you feel like you shouldn't blink again as to not miss his small reactions.

"Hmh, that can be arranged."

Honestly, you couldn't wait until then.

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[maggotzombie]

needy ; henry cavill

CONTINUATION: UNTAMED

PAIRING: Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY: You want Henry to pay attention to you but he keeps playing WoW and TikTok give you some ideas. TIME PERIOD: April of 2020 (midst of the rona [covid-19] quarantine craziness); WORDS: 3,2k TW: fluff, teasing, smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, punishment. A/N: I’m writing this very late, I know. Also, this is my first take on a few subjects I’m not comfortable with (such as daddy kink and punishment), so bear with me, please!! 🙃 This gif (nsfw) was a reference for this 3,2k smutt lol thanks @could-be-cavill​ for my inspiration. — 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

HENRY IS playing World of Warcraft.

Again

He’s playing that stupid game again.

Usually, I’m not bothered by that. He rarely has time to indulge himself with it anyway. But I usually have something to do, too. Well, usually.

This quarantine is lasting an awfully long time and I’ve run out of things to do.

Here’s a list of what I’ve done so far:

I’ve reorganized everything (bookshelves, closet, cabinets, etc.);

Scrubbed every inch of the house to perfection (I still have a few scratches on my hands from the chemicals of the cleaning products);

Kal has never been this well-groomed before.

I’m honestly tired of watching TV and looking at my phone. Actually, I’ve been spending a lot of time on the device lately. All of this because of the persistent and annoying ads of an app called TikTok.

My biggest mistake was downloading it out of curiosity.

It. Is. Addictive. Simple as that.

I sigh softly, twirling a strand of hair on my index finger as I watch my lovely, brawny, and completely fuckable boyfriend from the sofa. He’s talking complete nonsense and sometimes even speaking loudly, with his blue eyes fixed on the screen instead of me.

Kal’s head is resting on my lap and he glances worryingly at his best friend when he raises his voice.

An idea pops up in my head (thanks to the aforementioned app) and I smirk. Henry doesn’t even blink as I place a hand on his shoulder, he’s one-hundred percent focused on that stupid game.

He frowns when I pop my head in between his arms. “What are you doing?” He asks, letting go of the mouse so I can go through. “What’s this?”

I smile, making myself comfortable on his lap while facing him. Finally some eye contact. Without a reply, Henry shakes his head and goes back to the game, adjusting me to not get in his way.

After a minute or two, it seems I’m not an obstacle at all. In fact, Henry is now shouting directly to my ear due to our position. A pout forms in my lips as I reassess the strategy and I nuzzle my face into his neck in thought, making goosebumps flash over his skin.

Oh.

As my soft lips brush against the crook of his neck, more goosebumps rise. Still testing the waters, I graze my teeth at the same spot. Suddenly, my boyfriend is very quiet and I can even hear the people he’s playing with on his headset.

Henry’s breath shallows when I plant a kiss on his weak spot; just below his earlobe.

“Stop it,” He whispers to me as his cock twitches against me.

“I don’t think you want me to,” I move his microphone away from his lips.

I push my tongue into his mouth boldly and I receive an appreciative moan back. I explore his mouth slowly but sensually and I can feel his hard-on starting to growl against my groin.

Suddenly he breaks the kiss and shoots me a warning glare, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’m here,” He says after adjusting his mic. “Just got slightly distracted.”

Scoffing, I buckle my hips hard against his boner and Henry hisses at the friction.

“Y/N...” Henry whispers warningly with heavy breathing.

In response, I give him a smug smile before attaching my lips back to his neck. I slip my hands under his shirt and my boyfriend groans, contracting his muscles. As my eager fingertips brush against his hard and well-defined abs, my tongue darts out to caress the sweet spot under his ear.

Ignoring his scolding and protest, I take off his headset from his left ear and take his earlobe in between my lips. My man’s breath gets caught up in his throat and his hand grabs my hip to stop me from grinding against his hard cock.

“Fuck,” He curses through gritted teeth.

Confusion takes over his face as I climb down off his lap but then he tenses again when I kneel in between his legs. Hands flat on his thick thighs, I’m able to move it very little towards my goal before Henry grabs my wrists.

He throws the headset onto the keyboard carelessly and gets up from the chair, taking me with him. I giggle in amusement as he pins me down on the sofa, hands above my head.

“What are you doing?” Henry asks in all seriousness.

“I’m bored!” I say honestly, looking into his eyes with mischief. “Play with me!” I pout and open a smirk at his expression.

“I’m busy right now,” He points out and I ignore it by trying to kiss his lips. My boyfriend moves his head away from my reach and gives me a stern look. “Wait for your turn, kitten,” Henry says.

“Since when do kittens do what they’re told to?” I ask, raising my knee to rub against his crotch. “They do whatever the fuck they want to,” I purr, watching his concentration faltering for an instant.

My boyfriend blinks and shakes his head before growling. He pins my leg down with his knee and applies more of his weight on my wrists, making it a bit uncomfortable but without hurting me.

“This kitten will obey. Otherwise, daddy will punish her later,” Henry provokes back but it makes me all tingly.

“Hmmm,” I hum, trying to reach him once again. “How about now? I misbehaved, right?”

“Later,” He says pointedly.

Before I can say or do anything else, Henry lifts his weight off me and moves away. I sit on the sofa to see him sitting back in front of the computer, completely ignoring me.

I hiss at him, just like a cat, and he throws a smirk my way while putting his headset back on. Pissed off by the rejection, I get up and leave the room. By the time I reach the stairs to the second floor, I can hear the shouting about the game resuming.

First, I jump on our big bed and just scream my frustration on a pillow. Eventually, I lie onto my back and stare at the ceiling pondering what to do next.

I’m SO bored.

Then I strip down and get into the bathtub where I watch even more TikToks. Thirty minutes later, after the water got too cold, I step out of it and wrap a towel around my body. I am about to carry on my daily routine when another idea provided by the beloved app pops into my head.

Ignoring the fact that I’m leaving small pools of water at each step I take, I walk down the stairs. Henry is exactly where I left him: on the stupid computer, playing the stupid game and shouting stupid things to children.

Ugh!

He doesn’t acknowledge my presence as I stand at the foot of the staircase and I open my towel. Nothing yet. I remove it completely from my body and I’m still invisible. Praying for some good aim, I throw the wet towel at him.

I call it a strike as it lands on top of his head. Huffing to gather some patience, Henry takes the towel off of his head and slowly turns to look at me. From where I’m standing, I can see the change in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he closes the game and throws the towel onto the floor. He’s up from his chair and sprinting towards me in a heartbeat. I turn hot on my heels to run upstairs, but my boyfriend’s arms wrap around my waist as I’m about to climb the second flight of the stairs.

“Nuh-uh,” He says against my ear, trapping my body with his against the wall. “You wanted my attention,” He continues and I can feel his hand shuffling something on my lower back. “Now you got it.”

My hands struggle to find something to grab and I lose my breath as Henry plunges into me without so much as a warm-up nor a warning. He groans at the sensation of my walls squeezing him angrily and pulls my arms to my back, locking it so I can’t move.

“Ah! So tight, baby girl,” He whispers without moving.

I don’t reply and it makes him grab my face by my jaw and turn it to the side. Nuzzling my temple, he produces the sexiest sound ever into my ear.

“What happened? The cat got your tongue?” His baritone voice hits a new low.

I clench around him. “Jesus Christ, Henry,” I breath out, wiggling my backside towards him and inciting a new moan from him. “Touch me,” I plead.

“Where, kitten?” Henry asks, letting go of my arms. “Use your words,” One hand travels down to my clit while the other grabs my left breast. “Here or here?”

First, he toys with my nub, making me get wetter. Then, he squeezes my boob and pinches my nipple. I moan, pressing my forehead against the wall. Each move gives me different waves of pleasure, both very welcomed and appreciated.

“Kitten?” He calls when I don’t reply.

“Y-Yes,” I reply, already weak resting my head back on his shoulder.

“You’re such a tease, but it doesn’t go beyond that, huh?” My boyfriend chuckles, calling me out.

“Baby, please,” I whine, clutching to his wrist.

Chuckling slightly again, he nuzzles his face into my neck and starts to toy with my clit. Slowly, Henry starts to bulge his hips against mine, making both of us moan. His hand comes down from my boob to squeeze my hip as he intensifies his thrusting and the movement of his hand.

In a swift move, he peels off his shirt, discarding it to the ground. I take the opportunity to move my hips at my own pace now that he doesn’t have his hands on me. But his strong grip returns to my hips and I see stars at the speed of his thrusts.

The obscene sound of our bodies fills the house along with our lewd moans. My boyfriend slows down when I rest my head back against his shoulder, eyes screwed shut as little spasms start to run over my body.

“You take my cock so well, baby girl,” He says against my temple, breathing heavily. “You like my big, fat cock tearing you apart, don’t you, kitten?”

My lust-filled brain can barely register the question as his throbbing cock gently caresses my G-spot. However, a loud and tingly smack on my right ass cheek startles me, prompting my wrecked neurons to put together a reply.

“I fucking love it,” I say through gritted teeth, raising my head and glancing at him over my shoulder. “Go faster, daddy,” I moan and bite my lip. “I want to come all over your delicious cock.”

Henry’s eyes darken by my request and he grabs my jaw, crashing his lips against mine. Our kiss is a bit rough, tongues battling for control until he pulls my bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll regret interrupting my game,” He tells me.

The excitement of his words gives me chills and I chuckle with mischief. “Do you promise?” I glance at him seductively, my teasing self returning to the game.

“Cross my heart,” My boyfriend reassures me, one of his hands sliding back down in between my legs. “Are you ready?”

The question is ignored as my brain is reduced to mush once again. More than before, my legs spread apart and my ass is up in the air for easy access. All of that balanced in my tiptoes that are becoming numb by now.

My pussy clenches around his cock as he massages my clit and restarts to pound into me senselessly. I moan, feeling my orgasm close. Henry groans louder, throwing his head back as his hips crush against my ass, the slapping sounding immoral and loud like both of us.

His hands finally give some attention to my boobs, kneading both of them. Like an expert, he teases my hard nipples, making me shiver from pleasure and I reach down to rub myself as I feel the first sparkles of the orgasm.

Lips come in contact with the sensitive skin of my nape and I start to lose it. “Oh, my God,” I breathe out, rubbing my clit faster. “D-Daddy,” I stutter as my toes start to curl up.

“Yes, kitten. Come all over daddy’s cock,” Henry growls into my ear, fucking me harder.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, completely out of breath. “Ah!” My moan reaches a note higher when he takes over and starts to rub my clit again.

Both his hand and hips move at an absurd fast pace and I literally see stars, coming hard on his cock. My legs buckle and Henry catches me before I fall without stopping his movements. My pussy clutches him so hard that I bet he’s gonna come anytime soon.

“Aaaah! Shit.”

My eyes are screwed shut and I squeeze my thighs together. It makes my pussy tighter around Henry’s girthy shaft, making him moan, but he still doesn’t stop thrusting hard into me nor rubbing my clit. I try to move his hand away just to fail miserably.

“Come on, kitten,” He pants, holding me against his body. “I know you can do it.”

“Oh, Henry!” I nearly shout as all my muscles tense up before becoming jelly.

I come once again and my thighs feel wet. Henry finally slows down his thrusts before sliding out of me. I feel the bliss of the orgasm and, if it weren’t for his strong arms secured around my waist, I’d fall to the ground.

“You did so well, baby girl,” My boyfriend praises me.

I try to catch my breath and rest my head against his chest. “Did you come?” I ask, feeling his hard cock on my lower back.

“Not yet,” He squeezes my overly sensitive boobs.

“What?” I frown, exhausted. “What is this?” I ask, looking at the water pool on the floor that I stepped on.

Henry chuckles, feeling amused by my confusion. “You squirted, kitten,” He explains.

This surprises me. “Seriously?”

I have never done this before.

“Yeah,” He muses, balancing my weight in between his arms. “Come on,” Henry says, nudging me to climb up the stairs.

“I can’t walk,” I giggle, looking up at him from over my shoulder.

His brow is furrowed as he looks down at me with his attentive azure eyes. Then, Henry flips me around and picks me up like a doll, throwing me over his shoulder. I gasp at the slap he lands across my ass but he quickly makes it up by spreading kisses on my thigh.

The air is knocked out of my lungs once again when he throws me onto the mattress. I look up at the Greek God boyfriend that I have and smirk, running one foot over his torso. He pushes my leg down and hovers over me, taking my lips possessively in a heated kiss. I moan into his mouth and my hands slide down from his back to squeeze his ass.

However, Henry takes both of my hands and pins it down above my head. “Keep it there,” He orders. “Do not move it.”

Biting my lips, I nod while looking into his eyes. In a swift move and still pinning my hands above my head, he flips me on the mattress. A quiet squeal followed by a giggle escapes my lips and I wiggle my ass, adjusting myself in the new position. Henry kneads my butt cheeks as I feel his lips on my back and I sigh, feeling the familiar chill running down my spine once again.

He goes lower and lower until he isn’t holding my hands anymore. Bending my knees slightly, my boyfriend makes me pop my ass up, exposing my pussy to him. I let out a long and obscene moan as I feel his mouth latch onto my very sensitive core.

Henry’s tongue is merciless. He devours my pussy, licking all my juices and flicking my clit with expertise. My hands clutch at the comforter in pleasure and I moan at the vibration of his groan, pumping himself while eating me out.

“B-Baby, I’m gonna…” I start, feeling the wonderful sensation building up again. Henry simply hums and starts to massage my clit with his thumb. “Fuuuck,” The shaking begins and, in a matter of seconds, I come hard on his mouth.

Another appreciative moan comes from my man while he licks me clean. This time, he has to hold my thighs tightly so I don’t move.

My breath is rapid and I’m still feeling the aftermath of my third climax when Henry pushes into me. I instantly clench around him a bunch of times, my walls too sensitive from the intense activity it's experiencing.

“Fuck, kitten,” Henry moans into my ear, lying on top of me. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

I try to say something, but my brain is so overwhelmed by now that I can’t put together a simple phrase. And, if it was bad before, it gets worse as he starts to thrust. He picks up the speed quickly and, once again, the slapping sound of his hips hitting against my ass echoes in the room.

Henry’s moans and panting in my ear are way too much to handle and I’m coming into his cock almost right after he began ramming into me. He slows down, prolonging my fourth orgasm and adding more fire to it by nibbling my earlobe and reaching down to rub my clit.

I can’t close my legs because one of his is right between mine, but I try my best. My eyes nearly get stuck on the back of my head as I come yet again. All my muscles feel sore from tensing up and relaxing repetitively and my throat hurts from moaning.

When I think I can’t take anymore, Henry tenses above me, his thrust becoming irregular and rougher. He moans, a very dirty moan, finally coating my walls with his warm, thick load. A few more pumps and he eases out of me, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek before he rolls off me and crashes to my side.

My body is too exhausted to move and I just stay in the same position he put me in, trying to regain my breath. Aftershocks still make my limbs tremble then and there and I feel numb.

“That was awesome,” Henry says, trying to catch his breath too. “Baby?” He asks when I don’t say anything. “Are you okay?” His hand feels cold against my skin.

“You’re a pussy destroyer,” I breathe out with my eyes closed, making him laugh.

“You squirted again,” My boyfriend points out, feeling very proud of himself.

“I figured I would,” I say, trying to move only to moan at the discomfort coming from between my legs. I end up rolling to the side, resting my back against his chest. “I won’t be able to sit for days.”

“That’s what you get from interrupting my game,” Henry says playfully, squeezing my boobs.

“Oh, I’ll do that more often, then,” I tease, making him laugh again.

#i needed two gifs for this one #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt #august walker #clark kent #superman #napoleon solo #captain syverson #syverson #cpt syverson #detective marshall #walter marshall

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Amazing, ok so, how would the guys react to a super cuddly friend, but like they're really scared of crossing boundaries so they never really touched or anything, but as soon as they get the green light from the boys they're like. Always somehow touching them, like arm around the waist, legs on their lap during movie night, hugs from behind whenever they can etc

I was so hyped to write this because I'm definitely a touchy feely type of person but I've also just recently been like "boundaries you fucking walnut" so this is right up my alley.

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to a super cuddly reader:

Michaelangelo

Alright let's be honest here

Mikey is the most intimate dude ever

He has no problems with physical contact as long as you're chill with it

Which you are, you'll take a hug wherever you can get one

The two of you have had your own handshake since the second week of you knowing him

His family however, is unaware of this

Obviously they know April is cool with touching them, she doesn't care

But they had no idea how you were about it

That was until you stayed for dinner

You'd basically fought Leo to let you help clean up

They knew you and Mikey were close

When you couldn't reach the shelf that the plate you were holding was supposed to go on they did not expect you to handle it the way you did

"Oi Mikey can I get a lift over here?"

The orange turtle didn't even look at you, backing up just enough and putting his hand out for you

You placed your foot firmly in his hand and climbed fluidly onto his shoulders, settling on the ridge of his shell and sliding the dish into it's proper place

"can you get this one too angelcakes?"

Mikey passed a cup into your hands and you proceeded to set it on the neighboring shelf, still perfectly balanced on your living perch

His brothers didn't know what they were expecting from the two of you but it definitely wasn't that

Leonardo

Watching Leo train was enough to make you tired

You weren't even doing anything, just watching

But once he'd finished his training and sat down to meditate you got up and padded over to him

"hey, do you mind if I sit behind you and use your back as a pillow while you do that? I'm tired as shit but I don't wanna crash on the couch right now, Raph almost crushed my head last time."

This smug fucker had the audacity to laugh at you

"be my guest. Just don't move too much"

Que the excited brain, you dropped to the ground and backed up to him as he settled

Your head made a resolute thunk against his shell and within minutes you were passed out

Leo was thankful that you didn't snore

This became your routine, so much so that he found it hard to meditate when you weren't there

He missed the familiar weight on his back

He'd approached you on the couch one evening, you were mid-argument with Mikey over some sort of movie theory and didn't even notice him standing there

"y/n?"

Your head snapped around to look at him

"yeahhhh? Did I do something?"

"no, I was going to meditate. Are you coming?"

You bounced to your feet, knocking Mikey in the shoulder before wandering towards the other room

"you win for now Mikey, I gotta go be Leo's human paperweight"

"you're not my- you know what close enough."

Raphael

No no no listen listen

This man is touch starved

AND I MEAN TOUCH STARVED

If you so much as roll for affection and get a +3 he dissolves

But he's also pretty sure you'd hate touching him or any of his brothers so asking for a hug is out of the question

If you want to touch him you'll initiate, right?

In-fucking-correct

Then at some point mid session you managed to land a solid ass punch right to his mouth

He crumbled on impact, grasping his own face in shock

Coincidentally you were also grasping his face in an attempt to see his split lip

"holy shit dude are you okay? I didn't chip any teeth did i? Wow okay that's bleeding pretty badly- one sec, don't move!"

Your hands left his cheeks and you scrambled to your feet, sprinting out of the room in search of a first aid kit

Raph looked up when you returned seconds later, the small tin box in hand, and kneeled at his side

"okay you might want to ice that but I'd definitely get a second opinion from donnie"

He was still staring when you handed him a gauze pad for his lip

"I'm really sorry Raph, I didn't mean to rock your shit like that"

The brain™ is recalibrating

Systems coming back online

He used one arm to pull you into a hug

"nah I'm good, it's just a split lip, barely even hurts- AH SHIT!"

you busted out laughing, tumbling out of his hug and covering your own mouth to contain your giggles

"I'll go get that ice for ya then?"

"yeah yeah shut up"

Donatello

Donnie didn't like to showcase that fact that he hated losing

He literally couldn't with the family he had, everything was a damn competition

And this happened to be a literal one

You, raph, Mikey, and he had been playing COD for hours now

You lost feeling in your thumbs about ten minutes ago

You and Donnie had lost every match since you'd split into teams and you were both getting sick of it

Donnie because he was a fucking genius, why couldn't he win this game?

You because you needed to pee like fifteen minutes ago and you weren't allowed to get up until the final match was over

"get your head in the game Donnie"

"oh wow thanks for the advice y/n, let me pull it out of my ass for you"

You wacked his shoulder with a scowl, settling your elbows on your knees and leaning into the controller

Mikey and Raph looked way too smug right now, like they knew that they were going to win

Neither of you would live with that

When it came down to the last 7 seconds you managed to snipe Mikey, making raph, who'd been shot out a minute prior, yell in outrage

Having been declared the victor you both triumphantly threw your controllers down on the couch

He went for a high five

You went for a hug

You both paused

He shrugged at you, earning an excited grin and you let him tackle you with a hug

Your airways were very constricted but at this point you didn't care one bit

"hey don?"

"yeah?"

"you can put your head back in your ass now."

Just as a general rule of thumb, whichever turtle I put last is usually the one I have the hardest time coming up with things for. So if you notice that the last ones always seem to be lacking that's why. Brain be sucking on the remainders of my creative juice.

Hope you liked this tho! I enjoyed doing it! Stay hydrated 😉

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt headcanons

[lansyuan]

do you love fics where wei wuxian and lan wangji parent the crap out of lan sizhui? do you want to read accidental baby acquisition fics until your eyes bleed? would you die as your heart slowly turns to mush from the softness of this family? bitch the fuck, me too. here are some of my personal favourite fics of wangxian ft their turnip son a-yuan. its a range of canon divergence, post canon, thirteen years of inquiry, raising a-yuan at the burial mounds au etc - there’ll be something for literally everyone. enjoy!

the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (38k+)

When A-Yuan gets sick and Wen Qing doesn't have the supplies she needs to properly treat him, Wei Wuxian can only think of one place to go for help. 

a crying shame by thunderwear (16k+)

Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything.

to recollect and long for by wonderlands (22k+) *2/3 works posted at time of posting this rec list.

a 3-part series about best boy lan sizhui and his wonderful dads who love him and each other very much.

forgetting envies, remembering your loving hold by cosmicfuss (3k+)

The first time Zewu-jun plays for him he is five and the man is trying to comfort him, playing soft songs good for soothing children. It works to a degree but he wants his gege, he wants his gege to play his lullaby. Zewu-jun apologizes and tells him that his gege is hurting right now, and needs to be alone to get better.

When he plays the xiao, A-Yuan says, "you're holding it wrong!" When he turns fourteen, he learns to play guqin, and is many years ahead of his classmates in that regard. A large factor in that is how much he has practiced Inquiry. He has grown up hearing snippets from the jingshi, of Wangji attempting to reach a spirit that never answers.

When he's sixteen, he hears a familiar tune played in the forest, he and his fellow juniors battling a stone god. It's been years since he's heard it, and he wonders why this man, Mo Xuanyu, knows it so well.

Or, Lan Sizhui grows up and learns, and remembers.

five times wei wuxian tried to embarrass lan sizhui by blackelement7 (6k+)

(and one time he realized just how badly he'd played himself)

or: In which Wei Wuxian starts a fight but Lan Sizhui (with some meddling from Lan Jingyi) ends it.

inquiry by incendir (10k+)

Sizhui cannot fall asleep for a long, long time that night. He hears the ever-familiar melody again. He thinks perhaps he has memorized it by now.

storge by respira (9k+)

Lan Sizhui is a lake.

as the warren grows in number by kore_fics (3k+)

Before Sizhui could take another step he was surrounded by black and red, loud laughter in his ears and warm fingers running through his hair, messing it up. Palms squished both his cheeks together and Lan Sizhui let out a laugh.

Lan Sizhui was home.

tell some storm* by qurbat (31k+) *the moments with Sizhui are in chapter 2, however I highly recommend reading the whole fic, it’s adorable.

"We were raised as a generation of war, A-Yuan," Xian-gege said to him. "If your generation choses to be one of love - well, I don't think any of us would be opposed to that."

In the aftermath of the events at the Guanyin temple, the cultivation world scrambles to understand their current reality. A man roams the countryside with a string of white in his hair. Another sits on the highest seat of power with a ribbon of red around his forehead. The younger generation turns out to be full of romantics. Nie Huaisang is to blame for everything, always. Jiang Cheng realizes that happiness has been more that 16 years overdue.

Wei Wuxian declares that it's time that bitch pays up.

After a generation of war - much to the consternation of the elders, much to the delight of the young, much to the pleased shock of the subjects of the tale - the world welcomes a love story with open arms.

guess we're not eating leaves today by missingnarwhal (2k+)

Baby A-Yuan has cooked up a feast, but only one lucky gege will actually get to taste it!

Set in an alternate timeline where everything is okay after Wei Ying + Wens started living in the Burial Mounds.

response by aki_no_hikari (12k+)

What if Wei Wuxian hadn't been silent to Lan Wangji's Inquiry?

love, in all its small pieces by ynvel (4k+)

Ah Yuan is brought to the Cloud Recesses and exchanges the sun and its ashes for the clouds. Lan Wangji brings a boy home, calls him his son, and renews the promises he made.

Or: Lan Sizhui is adopted by Lan Wangji and learns about his new life. Lan Wangji in turn learns about hope and living again.

child surprise by ariaste (4k+)

He huffs a sigh. “Fine. Just - let’s just make it the law of surprise, shall we? That’s nice and simple, eh? Leave it up to destiny what will bring us back in balance. Let it drop something of yours into my lap, something small, and we’ll call the debt paid.”

Three debts, three repayments.

there's a lunatic in mo village by bastetcg (11k+)

There's a lunatic in Mo Village! And to Lan Sizhui's surprise, Hanguang-Jun has decided to bring the madman back to the Cloud Recesses! How embarrassing!

A mostly canon-compliant look into Lan Sizhui's thoughts and childhood.

on being a big boy by emberloey (1k+)

“My little A-Yuan,” Dad had said the next morning, kneeling down to A-Yuan’s height with a smile, “all grown up now. Soon you’ll be hunting without your poor old dads.”

“Never!” A-Yuan shook his head and latched onto Father’s leg. He smiled up at Father, who smiled back and nodded his head. “A-Yuan always needs Dad and Father!”

in all these shades of blue (i think we found you) by fleetling (5k+)

5 times Sizhui thought about his father's white robes, and 1 time Lan Wangji wore blue.

(Or: Lan Sizhui had never seen his father in anything other than white robes.)

this is when the feeling sinks in, i don't want to miss you like this (come back, be here) by mischievousmurmurs (6k+)

Just now… the butterflies’ conversation. Where did you learn that from, Ah-Yuan?

Ah-Yuan pats his chest. In here, shushu. I feel it in here. And in here, too, he adds, pointing to his head.

Sizhui has never quite been able to remember nor forget the memory of seeing people who he knows loved each other, loved him, and whom he loved in return.

or - a wangxian story, as told by their adopted son.

yours, mine, and ours by casecous (2k+)

When they have both mostly recovered, and A-Yuan is back to his smiling, playful self, Lan Wangji presents him with a forehead ribbon. A-Yuan’s little fingers bump into Lan Wangji’s thumbs as he traces the cloud motif along it.

“You are Lan now. This is very important,” Lan Wangji tells him and A-Yuan looks away from the ribbon to meet his eyes. “You must not take it off as you please. Only family may touch it.”

A series of wangxian family moments.

innocence by snowberryrose (8k+)

In which Wei WuXian gets to raise A-Yuan.

Canon divergence from episode 31.

to recollect and long for by mme_anxious (4k+)

Lan Xichen is there when his brother becomes a father. Lan Sizhui is there when his father's heart breaks, again. Wei Wuxian is there when his son gets drunk for the first time.

Or, the GusuLan forehead ribbon, in three parts.

our little one by writedeku (6k+)

A-Yuan is here. A-Yuan, who Wei Ying loved so much. A-Yuan, who was taught to laugh just like him. Wangji hugs him to his chest and curls over him, ignoring the way the wounds on his back pull and tear. “I have to take care of you,” he says. “I will not leave you.”

(Or: Lan Wangji comes back from Yiling with a child he does not know how to care for and a black hole in his chest. Somehow, he makes it work.)

gathered herbs & sweet grasses by hansbekhart (19k+)

Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

the sacred homeland by particulate (8k+)

He has many names, and some are mouthfuls of blood.

[Or; a chronology of Sizhui, in which he does not forget.]

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (19k+)

His father in white plays the song late into the night, and when A-Yuan wakes up confused and afraid, the guqin lulls him back to sleep.

Lan Sizhui hears his father play the same song every night for his whole life, and never, ever get an answer.

when he comes home to you by kika988 (2k+)

Home is Cloud Recesses now, and that's a thing Wei Wuxian is still getting used to. He still feels like a guest here, most days, though Lan Wangji has done everything to make him feel at home. He stands out like a sore thumb amongst the serene disciples and flowing white fabric.

Cloud Recesses has been home to Lan Wangji and Sizhui for years. It is their home, where they've built their family.

The thought warms Wei Wuxian even as it sits a little ill with him. He's an intruder here, in their homes, in their lives, the same way he had been in Lotus Pier.

five times people didn’t know sizhui is lan zhan’s son and one time they did by trilliastra (3k+)

“A-Yuan.” He repeats, reaching out for the boy, growing restless when he can’t touch him. “A-Yuan.”

Oh. Lan Xichen closes his eyes as the tears start to fall. Oh, Wangji.

Carefully, Lan Xichen takes the boy and lays him next to his brother on the bed, Wangji holds him protectively against his chest and A-Yuan stops his little cries immediately.

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen tries again, running a hand through his brother’s hair softly, “who is he?”

“He’s my son.”

5 times the lan head disciple broke the rules by liji (6k+)

“I am not aware of any rule forbidding falling in love,” Hanguang-Jun said at last. There was a quiet sadness in his eye, like he was watching a scene from far away. The novelty of it gave Sizhui the courage to ask his next question.

“Have you ever been in love, Father?” he asked.

(or, five times that Sizhui broke the Lan sect's rules growing up)

the seasons change (but i love you the same) by kdkdkd (7k+)

"Hanguang-jun!"

When did you stop calling me Bàba, A-Yuan?

Lan Wangji had always promised himself that he would never become a poor father like his own had been.

Unfortunately, it feels like he has failed to keep that promise.

✨ bonus round ✨ uncle jiang cheng and nephew lan sizhui

tintinnabulum by respira (8k+)

A small bell chimes, the sound soft and pleasant like the water crashing against a pier, like low whistles in an empty cave, like a guqin playing a lullaby.

#the untamed #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan sizhui #lan yuan #wen yuan #wangxian family #wangxian fic rec #myficrecs #creations #listen i just really love this family #1k

[ppersonna]

higher - kth | m

all that matters to me girl, win or lose, is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you. so if you want to see the show, just come with me baby, i will show you how i roll - insurance?, the higher

↳ summary- a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in the airport leads to a very exciting flight.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 3.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre-  smut, pwp, the plot is basically one whole sentence

↳ warnings-  public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, cum play, unprotected sex (fiction isnt rl life, wrap it up pals), sex in an airport and a plane whoops, sex with stranger

↳ a/n- hi folks! this fic has been in my trash basically because i wasnt sure i liked it too much! but i was convinced by a few friends to post it. i surely hope you enjoy this little to no plot LMFAO.  pls feel free to message, comment, dm me, carrier pigeon, etc etc. i LOVE YOU.

“Wow, you’re cute,” a voice calls to you through the crowded airport. 

You lower your book down to gaze at where the voice came from, an eyebrow arched in confusion. An airport was an odd place to be hit on. 

The voice came from the man across from you, sitting in the black plastic leather seat of the waiting area for your gate. He waves his hand a little as if to take ownership for the compliment. 

“Oh, uhhh,” you bite your lip. “Thank you?”

He smiles. It’s beautiful.  You’re struck by the gleaming white teeth and boxy smile.

 “Are you heading to Los Angeles too?” He leans forward, wanting to get closer to you. 

You lay your book down on your lap and nod. “Yeah, I am. Visiting.” 

The boy wouldn’t stop grinning. He was ethereal in beauty. Cover of a magazine star quality.  Shaggy brown hair, button nose and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice was a sinful pitch of sexy baritone and his body appeared lithe and toned.  Of all the men to hit on you in a bustling airport, you were glad it was this one. 

“Me too! Meeting my friends there for a long bachelor party week of partying.” 

“Oh, you’re getting married?” You ask. That would make this exchange less invigorating. 

“No! No,” he quickly replies. “My childhood best friend Seokjin is. He wants to go around LA and eat at as many restaurants as he can and then drink until he passes out. His words.”

You stifle a laugh, pleased with the information that the young suitor across from you is at the very least, not engaged. “Sounds like a wild time.” 

He nods in agreement, flashing a cute grin. Your stomach flips. He’s so attractive. You can’t help but eye him down, let your gaze soak in his beauty. He notices and smirks. 

“What seat are you?” He asks.

“Ah,” you squint at the ticket in your lap. “14A. Window seat.” 

He laughs out loud. “No fucking way.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Why?”

“I’m 14B.”

You join in his laughter.  “Seems like we’re in for an exciting flight.”

He winks at you and you feel your stomach flip in anticipation.  

“I think you’re right,” he agrees.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Can’t wait to get to know you better, neighbor.” He drawls, before leaving to stand in line to board the plane.

The long haul flight starts out simple, conversation flowing between you and Taehyung easily. You discuss your plans for LA, what you hope to see, your friends. He’s a gentleman from the very beginning and asks questions about your life.  He seems genuinely curious about you.  He hands you his phone before the plane takes off, begging to see your Instagram.

You grin as you take the device and tap in your username, showing him the profile that pops up.

“God damn,” he sighs as he scrolls through your images.  Selfies, pictures with friends, your dog, everything.  “You’re really fucking attractive.”

You blush and watch as he presses the ‘follow’ button.  You’re just as eager to get a glimpse at his own profile.  The man looks like he could be a model, you’re sure his pictures do him justice.  Plus, you’re dying to show your friends the hottie who hit on you in the airport.

The flight takes off and you settle in for a long, 15 hour flight with your new companion.  

The chill of the recycled air prickles at your skin, and you’re tugging on the thin airplane blanket as soon as you can.

He coos at you, finding the sight of you cuddled up adorable.   “You’re really cute,” he states again.  “I’m like, ridiculously into you.”

Your cheeks heat. “You’re like, ridiculously confident, you know?”

He offers a wink in reply.

“I’d totally fuck you.” He sighs after a moment, causing you to splutter on your own spit.

“Jesus! We just met!” Your eyes widen in surprise, looking around to ensure no one on the plane heard your conversation.  

“So? What's the difference between meeting at a club or meeting on a plane?  After the club, you still get laid.”

You’re silent for a moment, pondering his words.  Honestly, he’s not wrong.  The only difference is the level of exhibitionism he’s exuding.  

But, the idea of hooking up with the handsome stranger on the flight has you aching in more than one way.

“Here?” You whisper harshly, heart rate elevating quickly.

He laughs for a moment.  “Damn, I meant like in the bathroom or something, but you’ve got a better idea.”

Your cheeks are nearly tomato red in color as he winks at you.  

“You down?” He asks sweetly.

You feel Taehyung’s hand land on your thigh, rubbing at the fabric of your yoga tights. You steal a glance at him and see him staring right back at you, a smirk clear in his perfectly shaped lips. 

“I-...,” it’s hard to talk, let alone breathe.  Taehyung is offering to pleasure you right here in the middle of a crowded plane.  The thought is heady and very persuasive.  “Will you stop if I ask you to?”

Tae’s eyes soften.  “Of course.  You just say the word and I’ll stop.”

His reaction seems genuine and makes your heart flutter in relief.   You worry your bottom lip for just a moment, and then nod your agreement.

“Just keep quiet,” you whisper and his grin is wicked.  

“I’d worry about yourself in that regard.”

You’re suddenly thankful the old man sitting next to Taehyung on the aisle seat is fast asleep, blackout mask covering his eyes and earbuds shoved in his ears. 

Tae’s fingers slide up and down your leg. He sees your blissed out face already and winks. 

Fuck, it’s incredible how quickly he turns you on. His hand on your leg has you absolutely soaking wet. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what else he could do, your body might not handle it. 

His fingers run up higher, towards where your thighs meet. He grazes his touch over your core and you’re sure he can feel your wetness. It feels like your whole body is burning, his touch igniting flames wherever he drags his fingers.  

He leans over to whisper in your ear. “I’m a little cold, mind if I share the blanket?”

You can only nod, the power of speech completely gone now.  You gasp as his fingers maintain an up and down motion along your clothed slit. 

He chuckles and pulls the blanket over himself to join you in the warmth. To any bystander on the plane, you appear as a loved up couple sharing a blanket for a nice nap. In reality, you’re strangers desperate to feel each other. 

“Pull these leggings down for me, baby?” He asks, but it sounds like a demand. You’re so into it you can’t even breathe. You idly obey, lifting your hips slightly to push the leggings down just far enough to not be suspicious. 

He turns his body to rest his head on your shoulder, giving off the illusion of a lovesick boyfriend wanting to cuddle.  

“Fuck,” he moans into your ear. His finger is rubbing along your pussy now, gathering up the slick that has gathered. “So fucking wet for me.”

You swallow thickly and try to bite back the loud moan begging to leave your lips. 

“Do you like that, babe?” He whispers, the breath in your ear making you shiver. “You want me to finger you here on the plane?” 

“P-please,” you croak out. He turns your face towards him and presses his lips against yours.  The kiss is all innocence, as his fingers slide into your core.  He’s the definition of heaven and hell.  You stifle a moan against his lips as you feel him enter you, his fingers curling up as he begins a gentle thrust.  The silver rings on his fingers are cold, and you’re sure they’ll be covered in your slick by the time he’s done with you.  

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.  “You feel like fucking heaven baby.”

You’re trying to stay quiet, biting your lip and breathing harshly through your nose.  His fingers pick up a pace and you’re desperate, legs spreading to allow him better access.  

“God,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. “I wish I could kneel down and eat you right now.  I bet you taste so good.” 

He’s filthy, his words becoming more lascivious as he continues fucking into you.  His pace becomes punishing, and you’re sure if someone looked over they could see the rhythmic bounce of the blanket.

“F-fuck,” you manage. He’s curling his fingers just right, and the metal of his rings is cold and slick from the wetness spilling from you.  

“You wanna cum for me, baby?” He asks, kissing your lips quickly.  “You wanna cum all over my hand?” 

You’re nodding quickly, trying to keep your eyes open to watch for any sign of being caught, but the thrill is forcing them closed.  

“Yes, please,” you’re begging and trying so hard to maintain your low whisper.  Breathing is even harder now as you feel your body reacting to his powerful fingers thrusting into you.  The coil inside you is so near snapping it nearly hurts.  

“So polite, baby,” he caresses your ear with a lave of his tongue.  “Let go for me, pet.  Let me see you cum on me in the middle of this plane.”

It seems as if you’re programmed to obey, and your body reacts in accord to his demands.  The coil snaps and your cunt is convulsing around his fingers.  Taehyung plasters his lips against yours to muffle your moaning, while coaxing your walls with his fingers to continue pulsing around him.  

It takes a moment to come down, and Tae pulls away from your lips which leaves you breathless. 

“Fuck, you’re the hottest person I’ve literally ever met,” he sighs. “I’d marry you right now if I could.”

You blush as you pant hard, feeling your wetness slip down your core to the leather seat underneath you.  You grimace at the feeling and Tae smirks.  He pops his slick finger into his mouth to clean it, maintaining constant eye contact with you, before he slips it out and presses the call flight attendant button.

Your eyes widen and you’re squirming to make sure the blanket covers you.   Taehyung looks like the picture of professionalism as the elderly attendant comes to your row.

“Hi, my wife spilled her drink.  Could we get some extra napkins?”  

The attendant nods and slips away, leaving you with your blown senses and quivering legs.  She’s back in an instant with a stack of napkins and Taehyung smiles sweetly at you.

“Let me help you, babe,” he grins.  “You’re so clumsy, it’s adorable.”  His hand slips back between your thighs, wiping at the mess he wrought out of you, before his fingers dance on your clit yet again.

The 15 hour flight may be the best and most torturous one yet.

By the time the plane lands on American soil, you’ve orgasmed 4 times at the hand of Taehyung.  You’ve also managed to give him a ferocious handjob that left some questionable stains on the airline provided blanket, and taken a nap in his embrace.

It’s single-handedly the weirdest flight you’ve ever taken but definitely your favorite. 

Tae walks next to you as you exit the plane, hand in hand.  You don’t know what the fuck is happening but you’re feeling as if you’ve just been crowned queen of England.

“So, my wife,” Taehyung jokes.  He kept the marriage roleplay up the whole flight, even regaling the once-sleeping man next to him with stories of how you met and where you got married.  The whole scenario had you completely flustered and heart fluttering anxiously as he described how beautiful you were on your wedding day. 

“I need to stop at the bathroom.  Would you care to come with and watch my luggage?”  He asks you, eyebrow raising suggestively.  

You’re silent for a moment, but notice his growing smirk.  

“Of course, darling,” you play.  He squeezes your hand in response and drags you to the closest private bathroom he can find.

It’s not big and it’s definitely seen better cleaning, but you don’t care as soon as Tae’s lips cover yours the moment the door closes.  All luggage is dropped and you’re throwing your arms around his neck.  He holds you tight and lifts you up slightly.

“God, I wanted to kiss you like that the whole flight,” he sighs after pulling away.  “I also wanted to fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t walk straight.”

“What’s stopping you, husband?” You tease as you press your hips to his.  

He growls with appreciation as he lunges forward to kiss you again, teeth nipping at your lips and tongue swirling around your mouth.

“That’s my dirty little girl,” he whispers as he tugs the shirt you’re wearing off your body. “Someone loves getting fucked where anyone could walk in.”  

You allow the fabric to fall to the ground, before you’re attaching your lips to his face, kissing and sucking down his neck.  His skin tastes salty and sweet, and you’re desperate to lick every inch. 

“Mmm, my little exhibitionist,” he slaps your ass and the sting elicits a gasp from you.  “I bet your cute pussy is still dripping wet from earlier.”  He pushes you against the cold tile of the wall. “Let me see please?” 

You nod as he kisses your lips one last time, then descends to his knees and pulls your leggings and hopelessly soiled panties with him. You’re sure your core is drenched.  The man made you cum more times in one flight than you had in most of your hookups, and that was from his fingers alone. 

“Shit,” he gasps as you step out of the leggings and expose your drenched folds. “This is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Still so wet from my fingers.” 

He drags a digit through and pops it into his mouth, savoring the taste. You’re whimpering, worried your legs will give out from all blood rushing to your cunt. 

“I dreamed I got to wake you up from our nap by eating you out,” he admits as he pulls your folds apart and licks his lips at the sight of your clit. “I want to wake up between your thighs.” 

Any chance for retort is cut off, throat going dry as he pushes his tongue against your bundle of nerves, already overstimulated from an orgasm-filled flight.  He laps at it, swirling around it vulgarly before dipping lower to fuck his tongue into you. 

“I could fucking drink you.”  

Tae isn’t shy with words, that is a fact you’re now very aware of. He commentates the entire thing, whispering his desires as he fucks his tongue in you and suckles at your clit. 

“Tae, oh god,” you sigh. Your pussy has never been more pleasured in your short life, and in such a short time period. 

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he whispers with a particularly rough lick to the hood of your clit. “I wanna make you cum on my tongue but I need to fuck you before my cock explodes.” 

“Yes, please, need you!” You whine needily and he slurps you one last time before he slips back up to level with you. 

You assist him in undoing his jeans and he whips his stiff cock out. 

“I want to suck you off,” you murmur as you stare at the head dripping with pre-cum. 

“Oh Christ,” he gasps and tilts his head back. “I want that too but I’m so desperate to be inside you, baby. Next time.” He smirks. 

He’s lining himself up, kissing your nose and lips and face as he pushes into you. 

It feels like the culmination of all your desire and passion. You’re finally full of him after 15 hours of his delicious foreplay and nothing has ever felt more satisfying than his push into your drenched channel. He feels as if he slots right into you perfectly, pussy walls molding around him like a puzzle piece you didn’t realize was missing. 

“Holy shit babe,” he groans. “Sweetest little pussy I’ve ever felt.”  His voice sounds dreamy, and his grip on your hips tightens. “Shit, I could get used to this.” 

You’re whimpering with want, desperate to feel his cock thrusting inside you. 

“Need you, Tae. Please fuck me.” 

He’s quick to comply, slowly pulling his length out before slamming it back in, eliciting a loud sob from your lips.  His cock slipping and fucking into you is the best feeling and you feel like you’ve injected the drug that is Tae directly into your veins.  

Taehyung keeps his filthy monologue running as he ruts into you. 

“You feel so good, little one,” he gasps. “So wet and tight for me.”

The tip of his cock bumps against your cervix, jolting you with each thrust. You wish you could take him deeper, so deep he never leaves. 

“Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?” he asks as he tugs on your nipple. “Fuck, I want you to cum.” 

His lips move to suck at your neck, and your hands claw harsh red lines down his back. Your insides feel like lava, hot and boiling and ready to burn you down instantly.  

“P-please, so fucking close,” you weep. You’re sure you’ll never get fucked as good as you are right now, never feel as satisfied as you have over the last 15 hours. You’re desperate for everything and you want more, more. 

“Yeah, fuck, cum for me little slut. Let the airport hear you get railed!” 

Your back is arching into him and he picks up the speed and power.  Wet skin slapping on skin echoes around the bathroom like music and your combined sighs and moans are the lyrics to a song only you and Taehyung could create. 

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” You scream. “Tae! Fuck Tae! Tae!” You chant his name like a prayer, devoting your orgasmic bliss to the deity pounding into you.  He growls ferally, the sweet litany of his name bringing him right to the edge. 

Your cunt pulsates around him, gripping his cock and sucking him in. He shudders a gasp as he feels himself unravel completely by the feel of your completion.  He pulls out quickly and jerks himself to the end, cum splattering all over your stomach and tits.  He whines your name as it lands on your skin, and he wishes he could see this every single day. 

It takes you both a few seconds to breathe again, clinging to each other like long lost lovers. 

Tae smiles down at your cum covered stomach. “Messy.” 

“Seems like your wife isn’t the only clumsy one,” you wink.  You drag your finger through the viscous liquid and lick it into your mouth.  Taehyung groans. 

“Shit you’re gonna get me ready for round 2 and I’ve got a taxi to catch in 5 minutes.” 

He presses against you and kisses you, uncaring about the wetness pressing in between stomachs. 

“That was the best flight I’ve ever taken in my life,” he sighs as you both unlatch and begin the process of dressing again. 

You blush like a cherry and nod. “I only want to fly with that kind of accommodation from now on.” 

He wiggles his eyebrows. “We could make that happen.” 

“Yeah?” You ask as you slip back into your slide sandals. “You want to see me again?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” He hops on one foot to slip his own shoes on. “I’d fucking fly 15 hours again just to be with you.” 

Hope blooms in your chest, thankful that for some reason he seems as interested in continuing as you are.  You press towards him again and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping past his lips to demonstrate your desire. 

“Call me?” You ask. He nods in a daze. 

Your phone is ringing incessantly, reminding you that your best friend is waiting outside the airport and wondering where you are.  You have to leave and you find it hard to say goodbye. 

“Thank you for flying Kim Taehyung airlines,” he jokes as you grab your luggage and open the bathroom door. 

You choke on your laughter and blow a kiss, then push forward and leave behind the gorgeous and confident man of 14B in the bathroom. 

It’s not until an hour later when you settle into your hotel bed that you notice an instagram message. 

vante 12:45 am: let’s meet tonight. let me show you first class 😉

-2 years later-

The dash from the chapel to the airport is ridiculously quick.  You barely have enough time to change out of your white gown and slip into something comfortable, wave goodbye to the friends and family gathered in your honor, and slide into a taxi towards the international terminals. 

Tae holds your hand with a grin. He’s just as tired as you but you both can’t hold back your excitement, your awe of each other, elated by the events of the day and the thrill of the unknown future. He kisses you deeply during the taxi ride, uncaring about the way the driver eyes you two. Kissing Tae will never get old, you think, and you’re struck by the way he makes you feel each time his lips press to yours. 

His hands linger on your body, then slips to tangle your fingers together, diamond ring slipping against his smooth metal one.  He wants to kiss you more, take you there in the backseat, but you’re pulling up to the terminal before you know it and being tugged out of the backseat with your luggage in tow. 

Check in is a breeze, and you’re suddenly sitting at the waiting area of the gate—nose in a book as Taehyung sits beside you and fiddles with the luggage and boarding passes. 

“Wow, you’re really cute,” he speaks after moments of silence.  He peers at you over the book. 

You lower it to your lap with a sly grin. 

“I think I need to use the bathroom.” He says. The sparkle in his eyes sends shocks through you, as if it’s the first time you’re seeing him again.  “Care to assist me with my luggage?” 

You can’t fight the giggle and blush that polishes your cheeks.  

“Lead the way, husband.” 

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[marshieee]

Could i request kuroo ushijima sakusa and msby bokuto when you come to their games but its a big game and you bring your kid(s) with you. (Maybe the kid(s) help bokuto with his emo mode or the kids help calm their dad down) idk i just thought this would be cute and fun for you to write

Also idk if you accept anons but if you do can i be midnight anon

Aahhhhh a father to children interaction i love that!❤️❤️ i still can’t believe I’m receiving request huhuhu😭❤️ OFCOURSE I ACCEPT ANONS! CHARACTER ANONS OR WHATEVER JUST COME TO ME!!!🥰 also this is gonna be their timeskip version so I’m gonna stick with kuroo’s timeskip profession if you don’t mind also i wanted to try to make this a little scenario just tell me if you want to make this as a hc. Sorry this took awhile.

When their kid(s) came to see them

Kuroo

“Man...”

Kuroo was watching schweiden alders game feeling nervous as he watch ushijima spikes the ball.

“Jeez he’s gonna break the ball at this point”

He was assigned to ask ushijima for a promotion video promoting a good sportsmanship and promoting the game just like what he did with hinata.

Normally he wouldn’t get this nervous but learning that ushijima is utsui takashi’s son changed his mood. Also knowing that ushijima would eventually become a professional volleyball player under Japan V. League soon.

“Like father like son huh”

Suddenly out of nowhere, even though the whole place was booming with cheers and claps he heard someone calling him.

“DADDY!!!”

He turned around and saw his ball of sunshine running towards him with you trailing behind.

“Baby!”

He kneels down and opened his arms waiting for his son to come to him. The toddler then dives into his fathers arms and started giggling, he stood up carrying his son.

“What brings you here buddy?”

“Mommy said she was going to watch a volleyball game and asked me if i wanna go”

“And you did”

“AND I DID”

As you finally reached them he gave you a cheeky smile, he kissed your cheeks since his son is there so kiss on the lips can wait.

“Hi kitten”

“Hello to you too kuroo-san”

“KUROO-SAN?”

You laughed but finally noticing his is kind of pale worried that he might be sick you gently cupped his face.

“Are you ok?”

He grabs your hand and give it a kiss, feeling that he is slowly calming down.

“Yeah”

But suddenly his son grabbed both of his cheeks and forcibly turned kuroo to face him.

“Y-Yes?”

“Daddy are you sick?”

“No buddy I’m fine”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”

“Really?”

“Really”

“Okay”

“Hahaha...ok”

Still not convinced with his father’s word he gave kuroo a kiss on the cheeks and made up a little chant to make sure he’s ok.

“Thank you baby i feel a lot better now”

“What’s up with you anyways?”

“Well i was assigned to ask ushijima if he can make a promotion video with us”

“And? What’s wrong with that?”

“Recently i just discovered that ushijima is utsui takashi’s son”

“Wait really? The utsui takashi?”

“Yeah”

“Omygod”

“I know right?!”

Suddenly someone flung their arms around your shoulder, now that you noticed how close your face were with kuroo. The both of you looked at your son who is struggling to keep his arms around you since you’re a bit far, giggling you stepped closer, when he got comfortable, he took a deep breath and puts on a serious face.

“Who is utsui takashi?”

“Why is utsui takashi?”

“How is utsui takashi?”

You three fell silent for a good minute before bursting with laughter.

“Why are we even huddling anyways?”

You took your son out of kuroo’s arms and continued laughing with him. Kuroo watched both of his precious gems having fun, all smiles and that’s what he likes.

Ushijima

It was a big day today since it’s msby vs schweiden alders game.

He felt a excitement since he’s going to play against hinata shoyo again after those years. The fact that you told him you can’t come to his game today since you’re too busy and his daughter has a play date really saddens his mood. Boy just wants to flex sometimes you know.

Suddenly he heard a commotion outside their waiting room, he didn’t mind it at first but it gradually got a little louder so he decided to check it out. This man got confused over a commotion cause not only his teammates were there also the msby players were also there huddled in the middle of the hallway.

“What’s happening?”

They all turned around that made ushijima anxious because duh they were looking at him like he just killed someone then all of a sudden in the center of those giant players was a lovely little girl.

“PAPA!!!”

“Keiko?”

Fun fact: ushi named his daughter keiko that means “respected child”

Keiko runs up to her father and ushijima instantly scoops her up in his arms.

“Papa i’m here”

“But i thought keiko has a play date today?”

“Keiko said she wants to watch her papa play”

The boys gave way to you as you walked up to the both of them. Ushijima gave you a smile and pecks your lips.

“Hi mama”

“Hello honey”

Suddenly Kageyama appeared besides you and bowed.

“Hello y/n-san!”

“Oh my hello tobio-kun”

“TOBIO NII-CHAN!!”

“Hello keiko”

Hoshiumi then appeared behind ushijima and waved at little keiko.

“Hiii keiko-chan!”

“HOSHIUMI NII-CHAN!!”

“Hey keiko who do you think is the coolest?—“

“Papa!”

“No no not that—“

“But papa is the coolest for me”

“Besides your papa, me or hinata shoyo?”

Suddenly hinata pops out and caught keiko’s attention, ushijima had to hold her since she moved to the side to look at hinata. She stared at hinata making him nervous.

“SUNSHINE!!!”

They all got quiet when keiko shouted sunshine while giggling, hinata on the other hand was confused.

“Sunshine?”

“Shoyo nii-chan sunshine!”

Hinata blushed furiously after receiving a compliment from keiko, hoshiumi did not know what’s happening so he asked ushijima if he can carry keiko.

“Sure just be careful”

“I will i will”

Then they started to surround keiko again asking who’s the coolest to who’s the tallest and who’s the best etc. etc.

Ushijima watched as her baby girl was getting along with his teammates and other teams as well. You looked at ushijima who has a soft look, nudging him to the side.

“It looks like keiko is popular huh~”

“Yeah”

“Ah I wonder if she’s also popular at her daycare~”

Ushijima turned to look at you with a confused expression.

“Because if she is there’s probably a boy who likes her—“

“No”

“But what if when she goes home and told us about—“

“No”

“Aww keiko will have a prince—“

Ushijima grabbed both of your cheeks and kissed your nose, but he still looks frustrated after you put those thoughts in his head.

“Y/N no”

“Owkie~”

Sakusa

Today is a big day for the japan V league, the gymnasium was packed with fans and supporters for each team. You could see a lot of flags here and there, there’s also a huge group of people who would cheer for their teams.

A lot of camera has been clicking and taping since then. Fortunately for you, you got a good seat in front thanks for the sources you had, your little girl who’s sitting besides you is very excited to watch the game.

She begged you to have her face painted with a japan flag which you unfortunately did because you can’t say no to her sometimes, you gave her a fan with the japan’s team on it so she could wave it around and to fan herself of course.

The game has started and you cheered with your daughter, shouting and jumping whenever the japan team scores a point. Soon the game ended and it was the win of the japan team. You felt someone tug your shirt looking down you saw your daughter who was ready to go.

“Mommy let’s go! Let’s go!”

“Alright baby calm down we’re going”

You held her hands as you two walk towards the court, thankfully you two wore a pass around your neck or else.

When you arrived at the court a lot of people were there, paparazzi, reporters, few important peoples and all. You were trying to spot your husband among the crowd but your daughter found him first, she lets go of your hand and came dashing to wherever she found her father.

“AH BABY! WAIT!”

“DADDY!!”

Sakusa was having an interview with a reporter that time so he didn’t notice a little girl running towards him, when she got to where her daddy was she immediately hugged him.

The reporter was confused and panicking since a little girl suddenly interrupted their interview, they were glancing back and forgot to sakusa to the little girl when all of a sudden sakusa smiled and lifted her up.

“Where were we again?”

“Oh..um right uh, y-your thoughts about the game”

“Ah yes, they were a tough opponent that’s given it was really hard to go pass through their defense so it was nice when aran broke their defenses with one hard spike, overall it was a good game everyone did their best so that’s what matters”

“Right one last question um do you know this little girl?”

Sakusa looked at the ball of sunshine in his arms and smiled at her.

“Do you want to introduce yourself?”

The nodded enthusiastically at her father,

“Go on”

“Hello! My name is sakusa hayami! Nice to meet you!”

Fun fact:Sakusa named his daughter hayami which means “rare beauty”

The reporter was surprised and looked at sakusa who was smiling.

“She’s my daughter”

“Oh! Hello hayami-san nice to meet you too how old are you?”

“I’m...”

Hayami slowly extended her fingers and showed them,

“I’m five years old!”

“Wow! Anything you want to say abou your father?”

“Daddy?”

Sakusa then whispered to her.

“What do you want to say about daddy”

“MY DADDY IS AWESOME! HE’S SO STRONG WHEN HE POW THE BALL THEN WHEN THE BALL GO WHOOSH! THEN THEY CAN’T CATCH IT!”

She flings her arms in the air while explaining making the reporter giggle at her cuteness, sakusa then noticed you walking towards them, he gave you a smile and gestures you to come over.

“And here...”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“...is my lovely wife y/n”

You bow down and the reporter bow down also, they look at the three of you and smiled.

“What a lovely family”

“It is”

Sakusa turned to look at you and kissed you on your forehead.

“It is a lovely family”

Suddenly someone shouted at the background causing all of you to turn around.

“HAYAMI-CHAN!”

“UNCLE BOKUTO!”

“HI HAYAMI-CHAN!”

“UNCLE TSUMU”

Sakusa turned to look at the reporter with a frustrated face.

“It’s a lovely family not until they come around”

“Ah hahaha...”

When the interview ended hayami played with her uncles, sakusa held your hand.

“Did you enjoyed the game?”

“Yeah i did, Hayami also enjoyed the game”

“Really?”

“Yes really i had to stop her from shouting to much or she’ll hurt her throat”

“Hahahaha...i see”

He placed a soft kiss on your hand, you looked at him.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome~”

Bokuto

You wanted to surprise bokuto so you didn’t tell him that you’ll be watching his game today all he knows is you’ll be at your friend’s house since they needed you with something and the kids were scheduled with a play date.

He didn’t mind of course but it’s still sad that his babies wouldn’t be there to watch him play but when you told him that you’ll be watching at the television he said that he’ll do his best.

Now that you’re here at the noisy gymnasium full of spectators who supports their favorite teams, other brought their own banner some joined a cheering team. The whole gymnasium was full of tension and excitement that infected both of your children as they were jumping and shouting that you have to sometimes cover their mouth or else they’ll hurt themselves.

“GOOOO DADDY!!!!”

“GO GO MSBY!!!”

Bokuto didn’t know that you three were there all he knows is to focus on the game and win. Since the whole area was full of cheer it’ll be hard for bokuto to hear his kids cheering for him.

As the game went on the msby team isn’t doing well they were five points behind and they needed to catch up or the numbers will pile up. You can tell your husband is getting frustrated since his spikes keeps getting blocked, unlike before he knows how to calm down and act rationally but the frustration is still there if this continues he will lose his focus.

You have to do something, you were thinking of ways to help your husband and then suddenly your kids started shouting even more.

“DADDY YOU CAN DO THIS!!!”

“DADDYYYY!!!!”

You guessed that they sensed that their daddy is having a tough time, then it came to you, it’s kind of dumb to bring this with you but you thought that you might need or someone might need it and it looks like you did. Tapping the shoulders of the shouting children they then looked at you.

“Kasuga, haruki...”

You named your little girl kasuga which means “spring day” while bokuto named his young man haruki which means “shining sun”

You gave them a thumbs up as they looked at you with a confused expression.

“...leave it to mommy”

You grabbed your bag and looked for the thing that you brought, you immediately pulled it out of the bag.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a megaphone”

Yes, you did brought a megaphone without any reason you just shoved it down and brought it.

“Mega-phone?”

“Uh huh you can talk here and it���ll make your voice suuuuper loud and I’m sure daddy will hear it!”

They were excited to use it since they know that their daddy will finally hear them, you started to turn on the megaphone and handed the it to them.

“You two hold it very still”

Haruki lets his sister hold the upper part of handle while he holds the lower part of it. You made sure that it was on and loud and clear.

“Ok now you two go in front right, there in the railings mommy will be right beside you”

You don’t want other people burts their damn eardrums when the twins shouts. They slowly and carefully walked down the stairs holding on the megaphone on their hands. When you arrived at the bottom, the twins looked at you as you gave them your signal.

“Ok on the count of three...one...two...three!”

They took a deep breath and cheered.

“DADDYYYYYY DO YOUR BESTTTT!! YOU CAN DO THISSSS!!! GOOO FIGHTTTTT!!!”

If it’s just one of them it wouldn’t really attract a lot of people but since there’s two of them I’m sure there’s a lot of people who’s looking at the three of you. You blushed a little but didn’t stop the twins since you’re a supportive mother and wife.

Bokuto heard their screams, at first he thought he was hallucinating but when hinata turned around and started to wave at them.

“KASUGA-CHAN! HARUKI-CHAN!!”

“Kasuga...haruki...”

He finally turned around and saw his two bundle of joy waving at him and right beside them was you who looks flustered but still waving at him. He felt all of his frustrations fading away by just looking at the three of you all smiles for him, so he raised both of his arms and smiled.

“HEY HEY HEY!!!”

The twins immediately handed you the megaphone and copied their father’s actions.

“HEY HEY HEY!!!” “HEY HEY HEY!!!”

Bokuto turned to look at you, you blowed him a kiss to which he blows you one back. Feeling a lot better he tapped both sakusa and hinata’s back.

“LET’S WIN THIS!”

Bonus:

Atsumu watched bokuto’s with his lovely family and felt extremely jealous on how the two of you blowing kisses to each other.

“How come bokuto has two cute children and a beautiful wife”

Grumbling at himself he turned to look for a camera who’s recording live on television but since there’s a alot he just shouted.

“SAMU IF I WIN THIS YA BETTER GIVE ME A FREE ONIGIRI YA JERK!”

Fortunately that was caught on cam and fortunately for him too osamu was watching live on his phone.

“THEN WIN YA DUMBASS!!!!”

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #fluff #kuroo scenario #Sakusa scenario #ushijima scenario #bokuto scenario #daddy haikyuu #timeskip kuroo #timeskip ushijima #timeskip sakusa #timeskip bokuto #timeskip haikyuu #sorry this took awhile lmao

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CAN WE SEE SAVANCLAW’S REACTION TO ACCIDENTALLY KILLING YUU AND MAYBE CROWLEY WHEN HE REALIZES HE FUCKED UP (man i hate that guy) I JUST WANT MORE TRAUMA FROM THE BOYS YUU HAS GOT THEIR FILL LMAO

YES YOU CAN. HAVE A RUGGIE BECAUSE  LEONA IS HARD TO WRITE I MEAN IN THE WORKS

ALSO RIP CROWLEY... WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU... except extreme negligence and total violation of safety protocols

Ruggie

- The first to accidentally kill Yuu

“Sorry, prefect. Laugh with Me!” He mutters under his breath, eyeing Yuu and the weird raccoon familiar as they neared a flight of stairs. He'd feel worse about dragging the magicless student into their schemes, but really--They had butted in first. 

Sure, some people might consider his tactics underhanded, but was it really wrong to use all the resources on hand? Nonsense about codes of honor made his nose wrinkle.  Waste not, want not, as they say. And it wasn’t as if they’d die, right? He just needed to get them to stop. They couldn’t afford to have witnesses, you know. If the fall didn’t do it, then he could swoop in with feigned concern; worst comes to worst, he had a particularly strong sleeping draught in his back pocket. They only needed to be knocked out for a couple of days--Nothing major.

It’s easy to send them tipping over the edge of the stairway. It’s easy to know when to cut connections, too. He’s had practice, after all. Just enough time to regain their bearings; just enough time to be convinced that they were clumsy.

Just enough time to fall. 

“Fgnah, Yuu--!?”

Crack. 

Ruggie cringed, half a smirk playing on his lips. Oh, that sounded nasty. That would put them out of commission for a while, right? He stifled a giggle from behind the corner, hiding his grin behind a curled hand. 

“Ow, ow, ow… Are you serious!? You should know better than to squash the Great Grim under your annoyingly big human torso! Come on, you moron, get up! I’m gonna suffocate and die here!” 

He throws half a glance down the stairwell as ‘the Great Grim’ starts to work up a fit, rolling his eyes at the scene. Looked like everything went to plan. Things would be back on track in no time at all. Now, time to report back to Leona…

“I said to get up, you know! I can’t breathe, damnit! I’ll burn you to crisp if you don’t…”

He sneaks around the stairwell, shifts down the side of the hall, turns to take a stage left-- 

“... Yuu?” 

His ears prick.

“Yuu? Yuu?! Get up! What’s wrong? I don’t--” The voice cracks, breaks, and then--”Somebody help! Help! Help!” 

Slowly, Ruggie turns around. 

“Ace! Deuce! Riddle!”

He looks back.

“Anyone!” 

Necks aren’t supposed to bend that far. Blood wasn’t supposed to spray like that. Their eyes were so glassy.

Ruggie flees. 

He doesn’t know where he’s running, he doesn’t know where he’s supposed to go. He just needs to get away from there, needs to tell Leona, needs to… 

What was he supposed to do?

He slams into asphalt, skinning his palms and tearing his knees as he trips over his own feet. His breath is punched out of him with a panicked croak, and he stumbles up once more. No, no, no. People are staring, looking, watching. Those eyes, those glassy eyes, 

Like that bird he killed when he was younger.

“Shishishi--” He’s laughing, he’s sprinting, “Shishishishishi!” He can’t stop laughing, can’t stop smiling, smile plastered on his face like plaster and spackle and blood.

He’s laughing, but he can’t even breathe.

Or maybe he’s crying instead? 

Leona

- The second (and third, and fourth, etc etc) to accidentally kill Yuu

Jack

- Simply does not kill Yuu. rip to Savanaclaw but he’s different

Crowley

- You know, when he told them to go gather information, this wasn’t exactly what he meant. 

- Actually, this is the exact opposite of what he meant. 

- When a seething Trein pulls him out of his office, he’s initially glad to have an escape from his paperwork. Professor Trein was always a little grumpy, you see? He could accompany him, for he is kind!

- “Oh? Whatever is the matter, Trein?”  He hums, and gets no reply. 

- “... Is... Something wrong?” Still no reply. He sobers up a little at that, yellow lights sharpening behind his mask.

- Crewel is casting magic when he arrives, with Vargas keeping away the crowd as best as he can. Crowley makes his way through the huddle of students--And for once, they part for him. That should have been a sign that something was wrong, He comes to a stop at the body.

- “Ah. A... h.” He slowly comes to kneel at its side. Grim hisses furiously at him, but he ignores the spitting cat to instead cup the child’s face. Next to him, Crewel mutters a final spell--before shaking his head. 

- As if on horrible, terrible cue, two of the prefect’s friends--Ace and Deuce, if he remembers correctly, shove their way to the front. “What’s going on? I heard something about the prefect--Oi, Yuu, are you there? Yuu?”

- “Yuu..?”

- Crowley moves quickly, plucking Grim off the cooling body and sweeping his cloak off his shoulders to hide the sight from view. Grim doesn’t take it well. “Let me go! Let me go, let me go, let me go! Yuu! Yuu!” 

- “I am so sorry, Grim” He whispers, pressing the cat to his to his chest. Grim screeches in rage, clawing painful stripes through his shirt, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. He seems to lose energy anyways, quickly falling apart to cling and cry. 

- “Oho! I believe that there is nothing to see here!” He calls out, forced-calm-happy-tense and obviously lying. “Now, I do believe that it is quite rude to stare! If you would all return to your dorms, or wherever you might need to be, that would be much appreciated,” And he can see a few dorm leaders jolt to attention, too--Thank the Seven.

- It takes awhile for the crowd to thin out, but Riddle and Azul are ever efficient about the process. They even try to drag Ace and Deuce away, but Trein shakes his head at them and they withdraw, leaving them rooted to the ground.

- ���It’s your fault,” Grim sobs, screaming muffled in Crowley’s vest, “It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your--Yuu is--” In front of them, one of the first-years slowly stumbles forward with a choked gasp.

- “I know,” He closes his eyes. 

“I know.” 

#no res au #twst yuu #twst mc #mc/yuu #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #dire crowley #divus crewel #twst angst #angst #character death #rip to savanaclaw but jacks different #savanaclaw #twst leona #twst ruggie #tw #trigger warning #rip to yuu #once again #twst #cracking open a sad one with the boys