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" If I had to choose him or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal sun of a gun. " ; Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x Male Reader

‧☾ You're such a cool person if you know what song the title is referring too like hmu we should be besties. Also I've never written penetration. I'm a rookie don't judge</3

‧☾ He's so so pretty its not fair. Your both so inlove. Flustered Gaz, Teasing reader, back hugs, neck kissing. Kitchen sex, bottom Gaz. Penetration, edging, overstimulation. Hair pulling, Degradation + Praise, Cock-Drunk Gaz. Submissive Gaz, Dom reader.

‧☾ The dark sky is a reference to the title I'm so proud of myself

‧☾NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

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You opened your eyes to the dark cloudy sky from a window in your shared room, hearing the distant calls of geese. It was 8:53 am. You flipped over and was expected to hit a broad-shouldered man to hopefully warm up, instead a cold lump of messy blankets. Right. His morning run.

Yawning and rubbing your eyes, finally sitting up after just laying there. You walked to the bathroom to wash your face before going to cook something for Kyle for when he got back. You placed a pan on the stove before turning it to the side to hear the clicking until the flame burst out.

You had scooped out a teaspoon of olive oil onto the pan and grabbed the bacon and sausages from the fridge along with some eggs.

You began cooking the sunny-side up eggs, fried bacon and sausages to make Kyles favorite breakfast. The ' Traditional ' British breakfast. You had never seen the appeal behind it, but if he loved it you'd make it every time he wanted it. Also you had cooked it so many times you've perfected it, probably one of the best dishes you can cook.

You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker in your kitchen to play some random playlist you had stored away for God knows how long. You placed Kyles food on a plate and ate yours from the pan, already pissed off to amount of dishes that awaited you.

Grabbing the pan off of the stove and turned the sink on, before grabbing the sponge and dousing it in soap you felt arms wrapping around your waist. Your heart dropped and turned around quickly to face, a face with slightly chapped lips from Londons cold air and facial hair. It was Kyle Garrick.

" Jesus Christ, Garrick. You scared the shite outta me! " You exclaimed, punching his shoulder playfully. Kyle smiled at you, flicking your forehead. " Maybe if yer damn music weren't so bloody loud, You would've hear me come in. " He retorted, pulling you into a hug.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder, you tried to breathe his usually musky, expensive cologne. You pushed him away quickly when you realized he smelled like sweat. " Go take a shower, Garrick. " You ordered. " What? I don't smell that bad, do I? " Kyle asked, sniffing his arms. " Alright fine I'll go take a shower. I'll be out in a jiffy to wash those dishes, Love. " You silently thanked the universe for such an amazing boyfriend. As much as you could enjoy cooking something, the dishes would always be your worst enemy.

You turned the water off and walked over to the couch, grabbing some thrown over clothes to tidy up something before enjoying your day off. You threw them in a bin on the side of your washer and cleaned up the counter and fridge the continuing to walk into your room to get ready to take a shower after Kyle.

Opening the door you saw a freshly washed and nice smelling Kyle getting dressed. " Cute butt. " You teased, taking off your shirt and sweatpants and tossed them into the laundry pin into your room. He yelped and fell backwards onto your bed. " You scared me, Wanker! " He spat, standing up again quickly to pull his boxers and joggers on.

" I've seen every inch of your body, Garrick. Even that cute little mole on the inside of your upper thigh. But don't worry, I hardly even noticed you. " You told him, a playful glint in your eyes. " Oh c'mon thats not fair either! You didn't even stare at me arse alittle? " He whined. Kyle was a slut for your attention, even you staring at him alittle made him rub his thighs together.

Walking off without giving him an answer but just chuckling at his complaints, you turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before slipping off your boxers and stepping in. You grabbed a loofa and dumped body wash onto it before rubbing along your body and running it through the water.

After a solid 10 minutes of showering you stepped out and rubbed a towel along your body then wrapped it around your waist. You opened the door from your bathroom connected to your room and stepped in. Walking over to your drawer to grab a clean shirt and sweatpants.

Strolling out of the room and saw Kyle washing the dishes. You walked over to the kitchen and rubbed a hand on the arch of his back, feeling him shiver, standing behind him and giving his a tight hug around his waist. He took a deep breathe and tried to focus on the dishes. You trailed kisses from the nape of his neck up to his ear lobe, where he was most sensitive.

Kyle whimpered and gripped the edge of the sink when you started biting it. " Careful with that mug there, Garrick. It my favorite. You wouldn't wanna break it now, would you? " You asked, looking over his shoulder to the way he was shaking in your grip. " No, Sir. " He whispered, putting both of his hands into the sink to continue washing. " Say what. If you finish up here I'll reward you, okay, Angel? " You mumbled into his neck, peeking into the sink. There was barely any dishes left. It wouldn't be along time here teasing him.

Kyle nodded, continuing to lather the dishes in soap then rinse them in water. You moved the front of his shirt up to rub at his stomach, feeling his happy trail and biting his neck. He started squirming in your grip, His hands moving quicker to get the dishes done. He put the last bowl into the rack and turned around to face you with puppy dog eyes.

" You done, Angel? " You asked, touching the marks you'd left on his neck. " Yes, Sir. " He answered. Looking at you with eagerness flooding his expression. You pulled him into a kiss and gripped at his hips and moved him to the side of the sink and removing your lips from him before bending him over with his face shoved into the cold dark granite.

Kyle whimpered, wiggling his hips to try to tell you what he wanted. " Whats wrong? If you want something then say it. " You whispered, pressing your chest to his back as you whispered in his ear. " Can you please just do it.. " He begged.

" Do what? Speak up, beautiful. "

" Just fuck me, Dammit! " He snapped, looking over his shoulder impatiently.

" Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard was it now? " You praised, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his knees. Kyle shivered at the cool air hitting his exposed skin. " Don't you worry, pretty boy. We'll get you warmed up in abit. " You reassured him, rubbing at his lower back and opening a drawer next to his which contained lube.

Kyle looked at you in surprise. " Since when did we have lube there? " He asked, shuddering as you pored lube on his ass and brought a finger up to probe at his hole. " Been wanting to fuck you while you did the dishes for awhile now. Kept it there just incase. " You told him, pushing a finger in. He gasped out and put his forehead on the counter. " I stretched myself out this morning. Just stick it in already. " He whimpered, his cock dripping with precum.

" Stretched yourself out already? What, you were hoping to get fucked today? " You teased, pulling your fingers and pulled your dick up to align it with his hole. Kyle whimpered and nodded hazily, pushing his hips back in hopes of getting you inside him already. You gripped onto his hips and squeezed. " Be patient, Garrick. " You ordered, finally sliding in your dick inside inch by inch. Kyle gasped, stretching his arms to grip at anything you had left on the counter. The stretch burning slightly despite his prep in the morning.

You bottomed out and moved one of your hands up to hold his own hand while kissing his neck. " Tell me when I can move, Gorgeous. " You told him, using your other hand to rub at his waist. He ground his hips backwards.

" You can move now.. " He mumbled.

You moved your hands down to his hips and started pushing your hips in and out. Kyle was letting out high pitched moans, something you wouldn't expect from his normal voice. He brought a forearm upto his mouth and bit into it to muffle his moans. " Don't muffle 'em. They're so pretty, like you. " You cooed at him, angling your thrusts to try to get to his prostate. A particular thrust made him cry out, his knees buckling.

" Fuck! Right there! " He sobbed, tears prickling at his eyes. He moved his hips back in time with your thrusts, resting his head sideways on the counter with his eyes rolling back. " Such a good little whore, so perfectly molded for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you, Angel? " You prompted, not getting a response other than his frantic nodding. " Yeah, so- Fuck! So good- " He whimpered. " I'm so close, please. Go faster. " He begged, crying out when your hips came to a stop.

" Why'd you stop? " He exclaimed, his cock dripping. " Can't have our fun ending so quickly, can it? " You teased, leaning down to kiss at his back muscles. Kyle whined as he felt the high of his upcoming orgasm disappear. You shoved your hips inside of him again and set a pace. He gasped out, whispering thanks you's and praise under his breathe. " Wait fuck, I'm close again.. " He mewled, his thighs shaking.

Doing the exact opposite, you set your rhythm quicker, pushing your hips deeper inside of him. " Im boutta cum! Don't stop, please! " He begged, wailing as his cock twitched You fucked him through his orgasm, but to his surprise, not stopping when he was finished. " Wait- Oh fuck.. What're you doing? " He whined, his body shaking. " You told me not to stop, Angel. Just following orders. " You replied. Chasing your own upcoming orgasm. Kyles walls twitched around you, overstimulation taking over his senses as he just took it while whimpering and moaning.

You grabbed a handful of Kyles curls, bringing his head back to lock your lips together. He moaned into your mouth, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and ground into your dick harder while squeezing around you. " Oh shit. Kyle 'm not gonna last longer if you do that. " You mumbled, removing your lips from his for a moment. He just hummed into your mouth, continuing his acts until he felt your cock twitching inside of him.

You pushed Kyles head down into the counter again and leaned in to kiss his neck, biting down on his nape to muffle the moans of your upcoming high. You cried out, feeling yourself unravel inside of Kyle, taking deep breathes to calm yourself. You panted next to his ear, trying to process what had happened.

" Round two? " Kyle prompted, his eyes bright with anticipation.

And how could you say no to him?

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powderblueblood · 4 months

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bethy on beale street

eddie tells lacy the story of how al munson and elizabeth franklin met in memphis, tennessee. or, love is a grilled cheese sandwich. (2k) cw: sickening fluff, me making shit up about beale street, al munson is a junior sleaze but is no match for elizabeth franklin and her sunshine smile. taggin @dieaverage & @fracturedarkness x

part of the hellfire & ice universe

"oh, this is pathetic."

you push your lower lip out a little further, gesturing to the blackened thing of jiffy pop with the pitiful enthusiasm of a door-to-door salesman that needs to make one last sale or else she's giving her exhaust pipe a blow job. "eddie."

"was that your dinner?" he asks, gesturing to the failed science experiment in your hand with the cigarette in his.

a couple of incinerated kernels fall out the bottom. you nod, eyes shiny. he rolls his head around on his neck, groaning with a fervor. he's such a fucking sucker.

"fine! get in here-- you're so goddamn lucky wayne's doing overtime--"

"oh, otherwise i'd starve!" you say, brightening up immediately as you hop through the door of the munson trailer.

"otherwise you'd starve."

"emaciated!"

"a dessicated corpse come monday."

and come a few moments later, you're biting into the most heavenly grilled cheese you've ever had. like, really. the cheese is plastic and gooey and dripping and a string of it clings to your chin. eddie, the chef de cuisine, points for you to clear that up. you'd really underestimated what this boy could do with a pan-- you didn't even think he owned a pan.

watching him whip up this little number with the cigarette still dangling from his mouth was... mystifying. if entirely unhygienic. but if that's what you're putting up with for how this thing tastes...

"s's very good," you say with your mouth full.

"don't they teach you not to talk with your mouth full at miss porter's finishing school for prisses?"

you pinch your brow and give him the finger.

"better be careful," eddie says, tone sauteing in warning as he reaches forward and nudges that offending finger back into your little fist, "this is exactly how my parents got together."

your eyes flare as you wipe some grease off your lower lip. eddie rarely talks about his parents, just like you rarely talk about yours-- for a bouquet of reasons. bonding over your shared daddy issues is difficult when they're criminal accomplices-turned-enemies or whatever.

or maybe it's easier. you two just hadn't tried it yet.

"really?"

"tale as old as time," eddie sighs, sitting backwards on one of the two kitchen chairs and picking up the salt and pepper shakers.

"he was a line cook." shake shake. "she was a waitress." shake shake. "he could not leave the state of tennessee. they used no discernible form of birth control and figured that was a good enough reason to say 'i do'."

"how did they end up here?"

"well, soon as i was let loose upon the world, dad decided he was a little homesick--" eddie's eyelids sag sardonically, "--read, he had to go somewhere and cool off. hawkins is as good a place as any for that, unless you're al munson and trouble draws you in like a fucking electromagnetic force."

there's a beat.

"what part of tennessee?"

he doesn't expect you to ask that. knocks him out of his facetious narration. makes him twist his ring a little, like he's debating whether to tell you or not.

"um. memphis."

you smile, all knowingly. "beale street."

he smiles back, warming back up.

because of course you wouldn't say graceland first.

because you're pretentious and you're psychic, or something, because you're the goddamn oracle of delphi and you'd know to say beale street because...

franklin's diner was on beale street. still could be, eddie doesn't know, because they left memphis when he was still a baby. what he did remember, from what he could remember of his mom and what al rarely trickled into conversation, was that franklin's diner was an institution.

franklin's was beloved. it was the kind of place that slung hash and sausage to people twenty-four hours a day. those people ranged from civilians to cops to politicians to musicians to poets to drunks to degenerates. the hierarchy broke down at franklin's-- everyone was the same. everyone took their hat off at the door and said their pleases and thank yous and ate together. and laughed together. and told stories together.

whoever you were outside of that didn't matter.

so it stood to reason that a man on probation could get a job there.

al munson avoided a stay in the federal correctional institution in good ol' shelby county by the skin of his dazzling midwestern teeth. friends (because friends come by easy for al-- look in any dark, shady corner and there's a friend) had told him to make for franklin's, because not only is there work, but there's work.

and women.

seemed as if back of house was staffed by nothing but a pirate crew of ex-(and soon-to-be)-cons (which ain't a bad transition out of the big house, if you think about it), but front of house?

some of the most dee-vine fading beauties that memphis had to offer. one-time contenders for miss tennessee, each and every one of them, were it not for... the missing teeth, the bum eye, the drinking, the swearing, the smoking, the cussing out the customers.

al, as you can imagine, flourished in this environment. plucky little upstart sleazeball who handled women like don juan by way of some shitstain in indiana no one'd ever heard of? they loved him. cherished him.

and al, a lover of women of any shape, size or moral decrepitude, cherished them right back. in every imaginable way.

("gross." "i know, but stick with me.")

that turned south one sweltering august day when poppy franklin (which is what they called the big man who owned the place) came huffing in after a five-foot-nothing spitfire with a fried blonde dye job.

"y'know what, poppy, fine!" she yelled, her accent ringing through the diner like high, fine crystal tainted by smoke. "you want me as part of the family business, then i am more than happy to oblige-- but i got conditions! if i'm workin' my shift, we are listenin' to my music!"

she grabbed each side of the jukebox like the wheels of a high powered rally car, tongue peeking out the side of her sugar pink lips, eye squinting.

"c'mon, girl," poppy gasped, clutching at the counter. "goddamn ernie ford ain't music?"

"no!" she barked, and she swung around with this megawatt smile that filled her whole face-- filled the whole diner.

"this is music!"

and that first lick of hoodoo man blues rips through the jukebox speakers and the place goes up.

("hoodoo man blues? i don't think i know that." a beat. "what? but you know everything." a lingering kind of look. "i don't know everything! only most of everything." "i'll play it for you." "i'd like that. anyway. as you were.")

so, this little chickie dipped around the back to grab an apron and ran smack bang into al, who'd been ignoring his darla-of-the-week to watch this whole flurry play out via the service window.

she knocked the wind out of him. like, clean deflation.

"he- hey." first time al munson has ever stuttered, ever, on record.

"indiana, right?" she kept on smiling, like it'd hurt to stop, and dug this prefixed name tag out of the apron. "yeah, they said you was pretty."

all al could muster was this huff, like 'heh!' because she was looking at him with these eyes, just picking him apart and putting him back together with this look on her face that felt like the first blast of sunshine out of the joint.

which he knew about, right. so that mattered.

"bethy?" he pointed to the nametag.

"holy crow, and he's literate! you're a real diamond in the rough, there, indiana!"

and she threw her head back and cackled like a hyena and al munson knew he was done for. lights out. game over. see y'all next time! y'all come back soon now!

elizabeth 'bethy' franklin had landed back in memphis after an ill-guided attempt to rebel in nashville. she made it about a month until she became incredibly homesick, because bethy franklin was raised around love and family and music and nashville had the music part and some of the love part, and as much as she wanted to do something completely independent of her family, she missed her people. wasn't her time. so she came back, with a shitty blonde dye job that made a mess of her natural red curls.

and she was as effervescent as she was when she was a kid; always had a smile for everybody, and a dirty joke for everybody she liked. and she insisted on pumping that chicago blues out of the jukebox during every shift, dancing her way around that diner. the customers didn't even give a shit when she messed up their orders-- she was that magnetic.

al spent the next three weeks trying everything he could to take her out.

"bethy, you like ribs?" "you know i do, al, and you know i know every rib joint in town." "bethy, you wanna go for a drive?" "last i saw, i was the only one of us with a car!" "bethy, i just got this record by these dudes, uh, the aces--" "you better not be tryin' to impress me with things i already know, indiana!"

she made him work harder than he'd ever worked in his life-- much to the chagrin of every other waitress in the joint, who he'd tossed by the wayside in pursuit of the heiress to the finest, dirtiest diner on beale street.

the only day that franklin's closed was new year's day. poppy had even made it a longstanding rule that they could finish up early on new year's eve, around eight o'clock, to get at least some of the night's dancin' in.

as if they weren't already sick of each other's company, the diner staff stuck together like a pack of rats, descending on downtown memphis and causing a ruckus in the bars. one favored spot of the franklin family, this little tin roof bar that dealt mostly in country music, even called on bethy by name from the stage.

"well, let's see now-- looks like the prodigal daughter has returned safe and sound from the armpit of our national nudie suit, nashville, tennessee! you goin' git up and give us a tune, miss bethy franklin?"

and again, that voice rung clear but raspy, clean through the room and al’s aching heart, "well, i would, john, but your guitar player's just been kicked out the bar!"

"i can play." and al munson stepped up to the plate, to the stage, and he held that gibson like it was excalibur and he'd just yanked the sword out of that goddamned stone.

"you can play?"

"anything you want."

bethy covered the microphone and stared al down with a challenge. "long-legged guitar pickin' man."

which sounded like an insult, but he ripped them first couple chords off like it was nothing.

("and the crowd went up?" "and the crowd went up.")

she could sing, that girl. al too, but she had a voice like a nightingale. and she had him singing that same stupid song as midnight approached, sucking down cigarettes outside the bar. then, twenty minutes to go-time, bethy materialized in front of al and said--

"i could eat."

which is a terrific thing to say to a line cook, especially one that has since decided he would sacrifice the world and its riches just for a minute alone with you.

"bethy franklin, i'm gonna make you a grilled cheese so good, you're gonna ask my father for my hand in marriage."

so they high-tailed in back to their diner, down the street, breaking in with bethy's spare set of keys. al fired up the grill with white bread and all-american cheese on hand and bethy fired up the jukebox and danced herself around the kitchen to where do you go to, my lovely.

("oh, wow." "yeah, thought that might tickle your sensibilities.")

in about ten minutes flat, al was watching bethy insistently pick her sandwich up from his spatula, even though he was insisting she'd burn those pretty hands.

"these hands are fireproof, indiana. they can survive anythin'."

"they gonna survive how good that grilled cheese is, bethy?"

and bethy didn't hold back. she let her eyes roll right back in her head, humming out her mm-mm-mm! credit where credit's due. ate the whole thing in three bites.

"it's elizabeth, by the way."

al looked confused, but something on her face told him to remember this. the eyes that were usually sparkling with light had dimmed a touch; a more intimate setting of her gaze, if you will.

"that nickname. been drivin' me crazy my whole life. kinda... whassa word, diminutive, y'know? i like my name-- it's big and solid and important, don't you think?"

al shook his head and took elizabeth in. the whole big shining beacon of her, the one he'd let himself be burned right up in. singed, to a crisp. moth, meet flame. you get the idea.

and he said, "only one way we could make that name sound better."

"how'zat?" she asked.

and he said, "if we made it elizabeth munson."

and elizabeth smiled again, because she was always goddamn smiling, and said, "what's your daddy's number?"

back in the room.

you exhale big, and eddie's watching your reaction for... he doesn't really know what. he digs around for a cigarette and offers you one.

"this what you're like in hellfire club?" you ask, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs. "because that was a hell of a story."

"good point. not enough grilled cheese motifs in my campaigns, lacy, i really oughta write that down somewhere..."

"no, i mean it. you're good."

the compliment sort of hangs between you. eddie's not quite sure how to handle it-- he doesn't have asbestos fingers like his mom did.

you look at him for what feels like an excruciatingly long time.

"i think you're like her," is what you finally say, and it feels like when you do that thing where you play with the tension of a situation like a cat with a mouse.

eddie's chest immediately tightens. eyelids stutter. he tries his damnedest to brush it off, but he's leaning in, the way he always does with you. he can't not give. he can't resist, not when it's you.

"i think it's the smile." you say, biting at the tip of your little finger. "provided what you told me is not complete unverified bullshit."

"hold on." and he's up and out of his chair, searching around for his jeans that he'd discarded earlier (yeah, he's walking around in his own damn boxers, it's his damn trailer, grow up (you're being very grown up about it)).

he slides a photo that he keeps in his wallet toward you, leaning over you.

it's a young woman, can't be more than 21, with a little baby that has a shock of dark curly hair. her dark roots are growing out a little. she's beaming toward the camera like her life depends on it.

eddie watches you as you study it, all considered and pouty like you get when you study anything. you hold the photo up right next to his face.

"now smile."

he smiles.

"bigger."

he stretches the corners of his mouth way out.

"just as i thought. identical."

pink colors his cheeks, just a little.

"a couple of all-american cheesers."

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matchalovertrait · 26 days

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Uh oh, it looks like Lewis got himself into some trouble! Are the other contestants as lucky as they seem at this moment? Find out what the judges have to say about their dishes in the next segment.

Previous / Next (Transcript under the cut)

(1.) [Andrea] We are overjoyed to have the three of you as judges. Please, talk amongst yourselves while I check on the chefs.

(2.) N/A

(3.) [Sofia] Wow, everyone is so focused!

[Mia] They're adorable, aren't they? What dish are you looking forward to the most, Sofia?

[Carlo] Nothing in particular catches my attention, thanks for asking.

(4.) N/A

(5.) [Andrea] Chef Alex, tell me, how is it going over here?

[Alex] Great. My potatoes are boiling and I'll make sure to season them well once they're done. Also, I'm sauteing the merguez sausages and keeping a close eye on them.

(6.) [Alex] Andrea is nice and welcoming. I like her a lot.

(7.) [Lewis] It's smooth sailing over here! My vinaigrette is just how I want it to be. I'll get everything else done in a jiffy, except for my croutons. I don't want 'em to get stale.

(8.) [Andrea] Chef Dulce, how are you doing, sweetie?

(9.) [Dulce] It's going really well. I put a lot of thought into the amount of all the ingredients I'm using. Everything needs to complement each other.

(10.) [Rubiya] I couldn't be happier with how my spaghetti is turning out. I drained the pasta when it was still a little undercooked because it's going to keep cooking as I mix in the sauce and other ingredients. I want the texture and flavors to be perfect.

(11.) [Mia] Chefs, you have 5 minutes left on the timer! Make sure you start plating now if you haven't yet.

(12.) [Rubiya] I'm cutting it a bit close, but I got this!

(13.) [Sofia] Chef Alex seems like they're about done. I like their plating.

[Mia] Oh no, I'm concerned about Chef Lewis.

(14.) [Lewis] Oh, no no no no no no no-

(15.) [Lewis] Okay, looks like you CAN mess up a salad. My croutons didn't have that nice golden brown color yet, and with the time running out, I decided to turn up the heat a little. Big mistake. I have burnt croutons now.

(16.) [Alex] Good thing that ain't me.

(17.) [Dulce] Perfect!

(18.) [N/A]

(19.) [Andrea] Hands up, chefs! Your 30 minutes are up. Please come to the front of the judges' table

(20) [N/A]

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kzlove · 10 months

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connie's sister's got it goin' on

jean thought his friends were bluffing when they told him connie's sister was the shit.

warnings : slight suggestive, eren and armin are pervs, jean speaks a lil french, not proofread

part two

driving in the rain sucked ass.

connie had conviced jean to go out with him to a few places that still made his head spin when he tried to think about it.

of course, connie was like this kid that was never allowed outside of his yard.

anything fun? yeah of course the homies gotta go with him.

sadly, eren was too busy catching up with college work, and armin had tutoring on saturdays.

sasha has a boyfriend, and mikasa is practically obsessed with her girlfriend.

the only person that was free was jean, who never minded going out with connie.

safe to say, it was never boring.

but of course, connie's unprepared ass never checked to see how the weather would be when planning to spend the day outside.

so they were driving back to connie's in the middle of what seemed to be the beginning of a thunderstorm.

"mother nature needa close her legs." connie grumbled, watching the road like the passenger princess he was.

jean rolled his eyes in return. before he could get his word out, lighting struck loudly.

ooo mother nature didn't like connie for that statement he made. it rained harder, if even possible.

jean was able to get them both to connie's house safely, parking outside due to connie and a few other family member's cars parked in the garage.

yeah.. connie had a big family.

in the home was connie, his parents, his younger sister, three younger brothers, and his older sister.

the older sister was rarely at the house though, having a job and her own place in another state.

but with their parents away on their anniversary, someone had to watch the kids.

and connie really isn't that reliable. the poor kids wouldn't even step foot out of the house for school or eat anything other than junk food.

so his older sister decided to come down and help out.

"i hope you don't plan on going home in this weather." connie said, turning to jean with a light frown.

once again, before jean could respond, something had interrupted him.

this time, it was connie, taking the keys of of the ignition and dashing onto the porch, hood over his head in a jiffy.

jean groaned in annoyance before following suit.

"you didn't have to do all of that." jean complained immediately when he made it to the porch.

connie mocked the boy beside him, unlocking the door and holding it open for jean in a cheesy smile.

"i'm home! what's that smell?!" connie yelled over the tv, his three younger brothers playing the game loudly.

jean heard loud footsteps, but didn't pick up his heaad while he balanced on connie to take his shoes off.

"it's actual cooked fuckin food- jesus connie i thought i told you to tell me if you were bringing guests!" jean heard an unfamiliar voice yell from the stairs.

jean looked up and goodness..

the sight before him was gorgeous.

there you stood, wearing a white t-shirt that barely even left your hips.

you were filled out in all of the best ways, a mean scowl on your face directed towards the man beside him.

all jean could think about was 'if you could see it from the front...'

what snapped him out of his thoughts was your eyes on him as you cleared your throat.

jean muttered a small sorry and turned around, giving some privacy at least.

"wouldn't have to if you'd wear some goddamn clothes." connie shot back, rolling his eyes with an exasperated groan.

"i'm sorry you still haven't fixed the fan in the kitchen so i sweat fucking bullets when i have to cook." you scoffed, walking back upstairs.

jean turned around when he heard you were halfway up the stairs.

and goodness was that ass fat-

"okay jean. you can use the bathroom near my room to shower and shit. i'm gonna use my sisters." connie said, gesturing to upstairs.

jean nodded, swallowing lightly and making his way upstairs.

he walked into the bathroom near connie's room like he was told to, and immediately called the boys group chat after he'd shut the door.

that definitely didn't include connie.

it was a conversation made when tey were planning a surprise party for connie, and never ended up deleting it.

it's only really used to play imessage games now though.

eren and armin immediately answered, confused as to why this chat was being called.

"bro y'all are fake." jean whispered harshly, glaring at the phone.

"what'd i do this time? the aloe vera was mika's idea." eren complained, rolling his eyes while propping his phone up.

jean disregarded what was said.

eren's hair was down and he was shirtless, some comic book in his hand.

armin looked like he had just gotten back from his tutoring session.

his bag was in hand and his phone wasn't showing his face like it always was.

"why didn't either of you tell me his sister was like that?!" jean exclaimed quietly, raising his eye brow.

eren bursted into laughter, making armin follow along and pause in his steps through his house.

jean cursed quietly, turning his volume down to hide their ill jokes and laughter.

"aye! tell mama if she done fuckin that lawyer she with, i got a big one waiting in my lap!" armin joked, grinning at the camera.

"let her know papi extraña ese lindo coño!" eren said, pressing his tongue between his index and middle fingers teasingly.

jean rolled his eyes, ignoring his friends whistles and moans.

a few knocks at the door got jean's attention, making him pale.

"please don't let anyone hear them." jean begged under his breath, before getting ready to hang up.

eren and armin noticed, and laughed at him and his predicament.

"remember! tell her it cures to the right! presses right on that g-spot!" "she could wear whatever she want, i can fight and my name is moanable! i'll fight that man for her too!"

jean hung up quickly, opening the door.

to his luck, you were standing at the door holding a fluffy pink towel and some clothes.

"hey. jean right? connie said to bring you some clothes. sadly, i could only find this towel." you explained, gesturing to what's in your hand.

jean swallowed before nodding, taking the pile of stuff from you.

"thanks." he said quickly, before taking the pile of stuff from you.

he decided on getting in the shower and trying to take his mind off you before he had a.. problem.

when jean came out of the shower, he made a beeline straight for connie's room.

he felt like he might die if he seen you immediately after his shower.

luckily, connie was in there with a blunt in his mouth and the video game already on.

"took you long enough." connie mumbled, still holding onto the spliff.

jean rolled his eyes and took a seat on the bed, kicking his legs up and getting comfortable.

connie took another look at jean and chuckled. "you look like you got a compression shirt on." connie teased.

jean flipped him off, swiping open his phone and opening a random game.

connie began playing music, the tunes blasting out of the sound system he and eren hooked up to his tv a year back.

before he could get any further into the song, his door was thrown open and in came his older sister.

"if you're gonna play music, play something good at least." you said, nearly shouting over the music.

jean quickly grabbed the remote and muted the speaker to clearly hear you speak.

you were wearing some pants now, though it didn't really do you any justice.

they were riding up your thighs, cupped right under your butt.

jean had to force himself to look away.

thankfully, connie had begun speaking to you to catch his attention.

"get out of my room! and put some proper fuckin' pants on. you look like a slut." connie complained immediately.

you rolled his eyes and flipped him off immediately.

"dinner will be ready in five, do not light that in here." you warned, picking up his nike slides and tossing them at him.

before he could throw them right back, you walked out and slammed the door hard.

so hard, the hoop behind it fell off.

connie groaned in annoyance, complaining about how he had just fixed the shit and now it's broken again.

the man stood up, stretched his limbs out, and looked towards jean.

"let's go smoke this before we eat." connie said, walking out to the balcony attached to his room.

jean followed him, happy for the roof his parents had built in for them.

by them he meant connie and, well, you.

they had the biggest rooms with a balcony attached to both.

connie sat on one of the chairs and jean sat across from him, leaning back as he watched his friend light the spliff.

"this is the first time you've hung out with me in a hot minute, jeanboy." connie stated, taking a pull.

jean chuckled, kicking his legs up on the extended couch. "yeah well, you know i'm always buried in work." jean replied.

connie nodded, handing the spliff over to jean after taking two more pulls.

jean ashed it a bit, but before he could pull it to his mouth, it was snatched out of his hand.

he looked up and seen you, spliff tucked between your plump lips.

"you're in my spot, jeanboy." you teased, taking a seat beside him.

connie rolled his eyes, though he half expected you to find your way out on the balcony for the spliff he rolled.

because if there was anything connie was good at, it was rolling.

never too thick, never too skinny. just right and good enough to get you high.

you took a pull, blowing the smoke out of your nose with a long sigh.

"haven't smoked in so long." you chuckled, leaning back and closing your eyes.

"what happened to that lawyer you were with? daddy let's you smoke now?" connie snorted, looking at you from the corner of your eye.

you put your middle finger up, choosing you ignore his comment and hand the spliff back over to jean.

he took a pull, face turning a bit red after a slight realization.

your gloss hand stained the brown paper a faded pink.

he tries to ignore it, blowing the smoke out of his mouth and handing it back to connie.

"you connie's new friend? never seen you before." you questioned, leaning back onto the seat.

jean shook his head, taking another pull. "m'actually one of his longest friends. just real busy." jean said in return.

you nodded, raising your eyebrows lightly and looking at connie.

"ya hear that? i actually have friends." connie teasing, shooting you a lazy grin.

"mhm. he's probably staying for the weed." you shot back, gratefully taking the blunt from him.

jean choked lightly, chuckling at the bewildered face connie had immediately made.

"i'll have you know i made him some mean friendship bracelets when we were in middle school." connie scoffed, sitting up from his seat.

you rolled your eyes and mocked connie under your breath, before handing the spliff to him.

"what's your major, jeanboy?" you asked, turning your attention back to the man next to you.

jean raised his eyes to look at you, before leaning back.

"i'm majoring in fine arts." jean replied, looking up at the dangling stars on the roof.

you must've hung them up there when you were younger.

jean heard you coo lightly, turning his attention right back over to you.

you were pretending to pose a bit, smiling. "draw me like one of your french girls." you joked.

jean has heard that line so many times from other girls that tried to hit on him, but for some reason?

when it came from your mouth, he seriously wanted to draw you.

he laughed lightly, rolling his eyes and looking back at the ceiling.

"alright. i gotta piss. don't fuck my sister, jeanboy." connie teased, handing you the roach he left behind to toss out.

no promises.

you flipped him off again, before placing the roach in the tray.

it grew silent between the two of you, not exactly knowing what to say to each other.

"you don't speak spanish, right?" you questioned, looking at jean.

jean shook his head. "french, actually." he informed, not taking his eyes off the ceiling.

you sat up with a start, a smile adorning your face.

"seriously?" you exclaimed, face lighting up like a kid on christmas.

he could feel you scanning his face, and confirming his statement on your own.

his jawline, his nose, his eyes. if he wasn't completely french, some part of him definitely was.

"then you'll seriously have to draw me." you chuckled, relaxing back into your seat.

"are you fluent?" you questioned once more, leaning your head onto the back of the seat.

jean nodded, sitting up to face you. he had a question in mind.

"say some thing." you demanded lightly, nudging him with your arm.

jean inhaled, thinking about what he wanted to say.

then, it was almost as if a lightbulb appeared atop his head.

"je voudrais dormir avec toi." jean said with a smirk, looking you in your eyes.

his accent was heavy, which just made you even more interested in what he just said.

"what does that mean?" you asked, shifting closer to him with a small smile on your face.

jean put his finger to his lips, deeming his words a secret.

he just knew connie would kill him if he found out what he said to his sister.

"since you've asked so much of me, how about i ask something in return?" jean suggested.

you nodded, agreeing to answer any question he had.

"what did happen with you and that lawyer guy?" he questioned, looking at you.

you sighed, leaning back into the seat.

it grew quiet once more. you were hesitating to answer his question.

maybe he should've kept his curiosity to himself.

before he could take it back though, you spoke. "ah. i dumped him. much too controlling. don't tell con?" you smiled.

he knew what you were talking about.

connie goes hard for his family. it was obvious when he told his little sister's bully to 'get yo bumass brother' and beat the shit out of him.

imagine what he and his friends would to do the guy if he found out what he did to his sister.

"but that's good. means you can really draw me like rose when connie's asleep." you whispered in his ear, running his hand over your waist.

jean swallowed thickly, feeling you lean into him. "you know where my room is." you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

he never responded, only watching as you walked into your room.

jean was so bragging about this to eren and armin.

but only after he comes out of your room later tonight. he'll need the proof.

je voudrais dormir avec toi -> i would like to sleep with you

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtien #jean kirestein #jean kirstein #jean kirstein fanfiction #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #jean x y/n #connie aot #connie springer #jean aot #aot fanfiction #aot fluff #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 5 months

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Don’t worry about the yanderes treating their daughters different vs sons request! That’s totally fine not to do it and it makes sense that it’d be answered as a gender neutral question. I’m glad you like my requests still with regards to questions about all your yanderes!

As a bit of a replacement question…(that you are under no obligation of answering; I don’t mind ever at all with your decisions on requests/asks, and you should never feel pressured by me or anyone else ever!)…what would be each yanderes’ dream date?

Yandere! Men and their dream date

AWW YOU'RE TOO SWEET! And I very much like this replacement request >:D

YAN! ARTIST

Of course, it's so obvious with Arlen. Painting dates! Anything that involves with you posing for him as he paints your visage, that would be a good date with him. Uh, you want to paint with him too? Sure, just pick up an extra canvas and brush, then pick what paint you want to use. As a change of scenery, it will be an outdoor type of date too, finding a space to paint the scenery, or each other.

YAN! DRAGON

He's not that much of a romantic man, but hey, he tries. So he transforms into his dragon form and fly you to the sky and wherever you want. Your personal uber will fly you to the ends of the world. Maybe find a new secret location where the both of you can just cuddle, talk, and destress from royal life.

YAN! THEATER ACTOR

Another obvious one. Being a theater actor, of course he's gonna love home dates! Wait, home dates? As much as Ignatius loves to be on the spotlight and also lives and breathes theater, the man needs a break sometimes. So, in an act of breaking down his walls, cuddling with you, cooking with you, or doing board games with you in the comfort of your home is very ideal to him.

YAN! BUTLER

Eh... Zero doesn't really have a life outside you, and doesn't really think for himself sometimes. And that meant the dates will be up to you. If you ask what dream date he wants to do, he'll probably answer based on what you want and pass it off as a coincidence. You have to really coax Zero to think more for himself.

YAN! SUGAR DADDY

Shopping dates. What? He's a greedy man. Of course he loves spending his money left and right and shower you with gifts and money. A good date will be spending a minimum of 100k dollars, a nice, expensive yet filling dinner, and maybe a passionate fuck afterwards. It is Rowan after all. You're his sugar baby, so do prepare to be spoiled rotten.

YAN! JOCK

Facade Damon would probably do the stereotypical "i'll teach you how to play [sport]!" type of date. Honestly, if you're not into sports, you would find this idea boring. But somehow, Damon made it fun and not annoying for you. Unveiled Damon would love just to have a date outside of the city where nobody that knows his himbo persona can see him. Maybe something comforting like pottery dates. But, both type of Damons would be up to an arcade date!

YAN! ASSASSIN

Azrael, being an assassin, probably did every type of dates one could think of for the different missions he took. So when you ask him, he would probably say something relaxing for once, which is a picnic date! Where he can just slump down, lie down on your lap, and relax. As long as it's just the both of you, he will consider it as a successful date.

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND

Lee will forever regret hurting you, and breaking it off on that damned beach. So, his dream date will be a Beach date, where he will actually pay attention to you and shower you with the love you deserve. He will make it up to you.

YAN! COWBOY

How does a ride around the town sounds? Ooh, how about racing through the forest? Wait, you don't know how to ride a horse? Knoxx will teach you in a jiffy! Anything related to equestrian stuff will be Knoxx's dream date. Riding on the horse he gave you, and him on Red, and the both of you teasing each other while riding around will be the dream for him. And maybe you riding him too lol

YAN! EMO

If not Poetry dates, he will be down for Karaoke dates! He wants to hear you sing the song you love, and then Ashton will also sing the song he loves. Maybe a bit of a duet here and there, exchange of heated glances while serenading each other... Ashton will also probably spend like 50% of the date making out with you. Hey, don't blame him that you're just so irresistible.

YAN! WEREWOLF

Lyall would love to do camping dates! You, him, under the starry night sky. Cooking food over fire, feeding each other. Then Lyall will transform into his wolf and you would sleep on his fur inside a large tent. It's a night to remember for him if you would give him the chance.

YAN! EX-HUSBAND

Another tidbit from Inigo in the novel is that he actually owns a motorcycle back in his parents' mansion. So, as a throwback to the OG Inigo, this Inigo will love to do midnight motorcycle ride dates into the secret clearing he frequently visits when he was in highschool. It overlooks the city and it's a genuinely comforting place for the restless man. So, he would love to show you that place one day.

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON

Xavier would love to do a traditional movie date with you. The hospital work is already stressful enough, and being anxious about you is adding too much to his load. So, something simple and fun would relax Xavier. He will probably rent the whole theater just to make sure it's just you and him inside the theater. Or... He could just build a home theater. Yeah that's plausible.

YAN! VILLAIN

Eros would love to have a date with you where you both disguise as commoners and just roam around the capital. Eating streetfood, watching street performances... Especially if there is a festival going on, he would love to take you out to the square and dance with you freely, away from the eyes of the judging people. Just you and him.

YAN! POLITICIAN

What do we expect from the traditional man himself? Max would do a romantic dinner date with you. Something very fancy, maybe before the dinner, both of you would go into an opera, or a museum... Anything is fine for this man, as long as it's not too active.

YAN! MAFIA BOSS

Hades would want something fun, and something to keep his mind off the mafia bizz. So an out of the country date would be his go to. What? He's rich. He can afford that. Just, make sure he doesn't horde souvenirs... And stop him from making a plan to expand his territory... He already has enough.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #lizzaneiaelizalde

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ros3ybabe · 6 months

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Daily Check in - October 18th, 2023 🎀

Hello my lovelies <3

Here's a little update for today!! It feels nice to be posting again!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - southern style hashbrowns with ketchup, a cup of coffee

Pre Workout snack - one medium banana and a 3/4oz single serve cup of jiffy peanut butter, 1/4 scoop of preworkout (in water ofc)

Lunch - 1 large bowl of protein pasta w 2 slices of buttered bread, a coffee

Dinner - 1 bowl of spicy ramen with a small handful on shredded cheese

Snack - 1 bowl of mint chip ice cream

Extra - 3 cups of coffee TOTAL

Feels like a lot and I did go over my eating goal for the day but it is what it is, I had an emotionally rough day filled with a lot of crying, a therapy appointment, and a lot of calming down from my boyfriend over video call. Rough days happen, and I tend to let myself just feel the emotions in order to sleep easy and have a better next day!

🩷 Personal Accomplishments -

Made it to the gym, attempted a glute workout (left early due to frustration, lack of proerpr form, and to minimize risk of injury)

Wrote down everything I ate and my workouts in my new fitness and health journal

Showered

Did both morning and night skincare routines

journaled a little bit

brushed teeth

did a large load of laundry and put away all clean clothes

washed dishes

had a therapy appointment

cleaned up parts of room, put away new stuff

There were no academic accomplishments bit I am going to complete a good amount of homework before my cooking shift (for my cooking class) tomorrow. I've been trying to take it easy in a way that doesn't set me behind in my academics.

I broke down crying today with my boyfriend. I realized I've been feeling like such an imposter lately. Like I don't deserve all the good and all the accomplishments I've achieved. Like this life I'm living isn't real or this is the calm before some storm. I just feel so undeserving of everything. I feel inadequate, like I'm not good enough for a lot of thing. I feel like I'm perceived as this good daughter, good friend, good girlfriend, good employee, good student, good person but that it's not actually true? Though my boyfriend and my father have both reassured me that it is true and I am doing good. They've reminded me that I just need patience, discipline, and consistency in my habits and that everything is going to be and already is okay. I'm lucky to have such a loving boyfriend and such an awesome dad, too. The men in my life are the people I look up to most <3

🩷 Personal ToDos, Oct 19th -

morning + night skincare

morning cardio workout at the gym

read a chapter or two of a self help book

shower + brush teeth AM/PM

wash comforter + air dry

morning and night guided journal

morning stretching

Daily journal prompt

zoom call with boyfriend

sleep 6 to 8 hours

track all food and fitness in journal

complete 1 duolingo lesson

complete 1 busuu leson

complete 1 kanji review lesson

🩷 Academic ToDos, Oct 19th -

pre lab 8 quiz anatomy lab

lab 7 lab report anatomy lab

component 2 psyc class

nutrition chart: toddler nutrition class

quiz 10 psyc class

culinary nutrition ch 10 quiz

chapter 12 and 13 quiz nutrition class

My goal is to complete all of that between the time I wake up at 5am and 2pm with my morning routine, workout, meals, and getting ready for my cooking thing all in between. But I can do it, I'm not worried. I'll have the time to do it all! I just need to manage my time and not be on my phone as much.

I'm trying to get back into listening to podcasts and watching more producitve and healthy vlogs from youtubers I enjoy! I'm currently watching vlogs and content from Rebecca Jay, Michaela Bento, The Bliss Bean, LenaLifts, truly.jia, Study to Success, Lindie Botes (her earlier language videos), and Mikalya Mags. My favorite podcast is The 5AM Miracle: Healthy Productivity for High Acheivers by Jeff Sanders.

If you have any health, lifestyle, fitness, or productivity youtubers or podcast recommendations please comment them or inbox me so I can check them out!! I am always looking for new content to enjoy!!!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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starlight-writer · 1 year

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If your requests are open could I pleeease have moon boys helping you on your period? I’ve got a bad one and need some comfort 🥲 <3

Period Comfort

A/n: Ofc you can! I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time, I hope this helps!

Warnings: none, light pain and discomfort, fluff

Afab reader but Gn pronouns Masterlist

Steven

King of taking care of you

Need pads or tampons? He’ll run to the store. Literally

And he’ll muster up his best death glare at anyone that mocks him for it

Want some snacks? He’s getting them

Want something home made? He’s learning how to make it as we speak

Need some cuddles? Move over, love, the Steven love bomb is headed your direction at full speed

While he doesn’t have much knowledge on periods, he knows when you’re uncomfortable and he‘d do anything to make it go away

Reads all about how to help cramps and what foods or drinks will make it worse

“I bought you chocolate, bananas, oranges, chamomile tea, and I’ve got a warm bath running.”

If you have a really bad period, like can’t get out of bed, he’s right beside you the entire time

He’ll read to you or just lay with you until you need something

If you’re hot, remove blankets, but encourage you to keep the heat pack on your stomach

If you’re cold, he’ll bring every blanket in the flat

If you bleed through, he’ll wave it off like it was nothing

“Don’t worry love, I’ve been cleaning blood out of my clothes for months, I can get this out in a jiffy! Why don’t you pick a movie and I’ll start on dinner?”

Will be very focused on how much pain medication you take and when you took it

“Sorry love, you’ve got to wait a few more hours, don’t want you taking too much and getting sick.”

Over all, he does research, very kind and soft, and always knows how to accommodate to what ever your feeling

Oh and don’t think he won’t take the day off of work, because he will gladly yell to everyone that his significant other needs him and if Donna wants to put him on inventory for the month, he’ll gladly take it to take care of you

Marc

He has more experience than Steven and Jake combined, but that doesn’t mean he’ll know exactly what to do

While he was married to Layla, he quickly found out women and afab people act differently on their periods so he’s a little hesitant on how to approach you, unsure of what you need from him

Buys anything you want because he can’t cook

Will kind of shyly ask what tampons or pads you use before going to the store and stocking up on them

Will absolutely argue with anyone that calls him weak or less of a man for buying you menstruation products

“You’re just sad no one loves you or trusts you enough to take care of them besides your mother!”

He’s not sure what foods help or don’t help, so he just gets what he used to get Layla

But he’ll gladly listen to any advice on how to help you if what he’s doing isn’t helping

Doesn’t do as much research as Steven, of course he’ll look up foods that’ll make you feel worse, but he prefers to ask YOU what YOU want

If you request a food that makes your period worse, he’ll suggest you eat something else, but doesn’t argue

You know your body better than Google

If you ask for cuddles, look out, the Marc train is rolling into the station

He loves give you affection so don’t be shy to ask for a kiss or just to be held

If you’re really emotional, he’ll be a little confused on what to do, but he’ll try his best

Isn’t as focused on what medications you take and when so he just kinda shakes out an amount and hands you some water

He gets beat up for a living and takes a lot of pain medication and it hasn’t killed him yet

As always, he’ll be very loving and soft toward you and please be upfront with what you want, he wants to help you as much as he can

Jake

He’s the boyfriend that would ask “what pussy size you wear?” when buying pads, but in a joking way

Don’t let that scare you though, he is very loving and will do anything for you

Anything

He will never be ashamed of buying you pads or tampons, he loves you and if anyone has the dumbass idea of calling him out for it, he’ll put them in their place

If you call him while he’s out working, whether it be while he’s a cabby or Moon Knight, and ask for cuddles or just his presence, he is dropping everything and running to you

Does a surprising amount of research

Not as much as Steven, but definitely more than Marc

“Cariño, is it true that everyone craves chocolate on their period?”

Tries to call your period something funny to make you smile

“What’s up, amor? Oh, are you having a red velvet cake?”

“Oh, it’s shark week?”

“Is the Red Sea giving us a visit?”

If it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll immediately stop

He never wants to make you uncomfortable, especially when you’re already in pain and uncomfortable for a whole week

This man never needs a reason to randomly hug you or give you a kiss so if you’re a very cuddly person on your period, he’ll be overly ecstatic that he gets to hold you all day

And for a whole week?? He might die of happiness

And if you don’t want to be touched, that’s completely fine with him

He’ll sit a bit away from you and talk your ear off about his day to try and distract you from the pain

“This cabrón walked right in front of the street and acted all shocked when I almost ran into him. Idiota absoluto. He’s lucky I’m an amazing driver.”

Will hold you all night, occasionally reheating your water bottle or taking the heating pad away to make sure you’re not gonna overheat

His life is always full of danger and running so he’s so glad he gets to be a part of these slow, domestic days with the one person he wants to spend them with.

Also, be up front with what you want from him

You’re his first serious relationship and he doesn’t want to mess that up so tell him what you want and when you want it

I promise he won’t get embarrassed, he loves you as you are and could never be embarrassed by anything you do

#starlight writes #Jake is the boyfriend that would pretend to eat a tampon #or call it a missle and throw it at you #jake lockley #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marvel #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #fluff #gn!reader

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hikarry · 3 months

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So, while I was sick I was cooking up some ideas so let me throw this imagine at you. I won't be as nice as the others because jello brain, but follow me!

After Season 3, like, way way way after. 30 years after, perhaps. Let's pretend Crowley and Aziraphale didn't destroy Heaven and Hell or turned (argh) humans and that Gabriel is having his happily ever after with Beez, yes? Crowley and Aziraphale are living in the South Downs, Muriel is taking care of the bookshop and Michael is the new supreme archangel, yes? Fantastic. Let's go.

So, Aziraphale is in the workshop working on some book and Crowley is yelling at his plants outside the window when someone calls. Crowley quickly lifts his head and looks at Aziraphale through the window. The angel just waves his hand and goes to the living room where his old phone still is. It was Muriel, once again asking for help.

"Of course, dear. I'll be there in a jiffy." He answers, as per usual. "Crowley, my dear?"

"Yes, angel?" He yells from the garden.

"Can you take a quick break and take me to the bookshop?"

"Argh. You have a bloody license."

"...Do you...want me to drive her?"

"...Gimme a minute!"

It's just the time for Crowley to clean himself and fix his hair (took longer than he would ever admit. Aziraphale was expecting it), and off they went, back to Soho.

"Will you come in, dear?"

"Nah. With luck, it's the same problem as last time and it will take you both hours. I'll make a reservation at the Ritz, go to that bakery you like and-"

"Oh, yes! Please buy some-"

"Chocolate croissants, I know. Anyway, I might pass by the plant nursery and then I'll come back. It takes me a maximum of half an hour. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, love." He leans over and kisses Crowley on the cheek. "I believe Muriel has a lot of tea inside. Mind how you go."

Crowley nods and gives him a quick kiss before Aziraphale leaves the car.

Once inside, with Crowley gone, the bookshop was darker than he expected.

"Muriel?"

He took a couple more steps when the bookshop's doors closed with a burst of wind and the unforgettable smell of ozone invaded, right before Michael, Muriel, Uriel and Sandalphon appeared in front of him. Muriel looked terrorized. Aziraphale tried to move in their direction but found his hand hit against an invisible wall. A trap, really? He opened his mouth to talk, but after Uriel snapped her fingers he fell unconscious.

Aziraphale woke up in some sort of old building. He was laying on the floor and his head hurt considerably. He tried to move his hands to try and help himself to his feet, but felt a sharp pain on his wrists.

Right.

Demonic handcuffs.

Original.

By that logic, he couldn't touch any of his power or call for his wings.

Great. So stay on the floor he would.

Bellow him there was an angel trap, with his sigil on it. Which made this much more complicated indeed.

Aziraphale managed to get on his knees and finally saw a window on the other wall in front of him. From this perspective, he was surely not on the first floor. He started banging with his chains on the invisible wall in front of him. It wouldn't do anything, obviously, but he would be damned if he just stayed there doing nothing.

Putting demonic chains on him was a low low blow, even for them.

After a while he started getting tired and sat back on his legs, sighing

"Mr. Fell?" A whisper came from the closed door.

"Muriel?"

"Yes. It is me. I'm so so so so sorry I tricked you. I tried to say no but...the supreme archangel asked. Are you...alright?"

"It's alright, dear. I'm...fine, considering."

"The supreme archangel is infuriated. She yelled at everyone and said that she would punish you at nightfall. I'll try to get some help."

"No, don't do that! They will punish you if they find out! I can handle them!"

"After I let them take you like that? I can't. I'm sorry, Mr. Fell. I feel too guilty. I need to help you."

"...How long have I been gone from the bookshop?"

"...3 hours, I believe."

Aziraphale took a deep breath.

"Right. Crowley is probably panicking flying around like a blind eagle. If you can get to a phone, try to reach him. If not, run. Go to Nina and Maggie's or to our house, alright, dear? Don't let them catch you. Don't get in trouble."

It was less than 2 hours when the doors opened. The first to walk in was Michael, followed by her two minions.

"Very well, Aziraphale. Are you prepared to return to Heaven?" Michael said.

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You must have lost your mind, certainly. Crowley and I made sure you all would leave us alone. So-"

"That's because we didn't have other choice." Uriel interrupted. "Now we have the Programmer." Aziraphale raised an eyebrow in confusion. "We can reprogram other angels to their original position and manipulate their memories."

Aziraphale got to his feet and flinched back. Now, that wouldn't do.

"We have already lost Gabriel, Metraton. We need you back. Especially away from that demon pet of yours. You're too powerful together, as shown by the way you almost blasted the whole of Heaven."

"And the machine is running, ready for you-" Sandalphon entering the circle, and held him by the arm. "-my dear." A fist was raised, but before it could collapse into its target, there was a very loud screech outside.

The angels looked amongst themselves and Sandalphon left to check on all the noise with Michael.

They listened to multiple voices outside. They were speaking so loud none was really distinguishable.

"You are going, not even if I have to take you myself!"

Uriel crossed the circle, making the lil mistake of erasing a part of the circle with her shoe. Enough to let Aziraphale go. He stepped out of the circle, but Uriel followed him, grabbing him by the lapels and pushing him against the window, that broke against his elbows and back.

Now the voices were more clear, and one of them was, without mistake, Crowley. He took a quick peek outside and there he was, fighting both the archangels.

Right. He had to get a wiggle one.

"I'm sorry, dear girl." He swung the chains towards Uriel and she fell to the floor, sluggish.

Quickly, he turned around and looked down. He was on the third floor with two archangels and a demon blocking the exit.

"Crowley!" The demon's head snapped up in between the confusion that was him and the archangels.

Aziraphale climbed on the window and sat on it. He still couldn't use his wings so all he could hope for was Crowley's pristine timing. With his eyes closed, he took a final last breath and leapt out of the window. Within seconds he felt arms holding him and the unmistakable sounds of wings flapping.

"Are you insane?! You could have been discorporated! What would have happened if I didn't catch you, eh?! There's no other corporation, angel! You have to stop-" Aziraphale giggled, wrapping his arms around Crowley's neck, trying to get in a better position. "What?"

"Thank you for the timely rescue. Again."

"Why are you laughing? This isn't a laughing matter! I'm gonna kill those-"

"Crowley." The angel put his hands on his face, forcing him to slow down and face him. "Let's just go home, yes, my dear? There's a lot to discuss and I need a cup of tea for that." Crowley took a deep breath and smiled down at the angel. "Muriel found you?"

"Yes, they called. I told them to go to the cottage and stay put. I came as fast as I could but they literally dragged you to the middle of nowhere."

"Oh!" Aziraphale looked over Crowley's shoulder. "What about the Bentley?"

Crowley laughed, looking in front once again and picking up speed.

"She's on her way back home, obviously. She ran as soon as I caught you."

Of course she was. Why was he even surprised, he thought with a chuckle.

#this is all my jello brain high on anxiety and anti depression medications could come up with #Maybe i grab this and do something with it maybe not I don't know #alas there it is #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley

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𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

find part two here. i love writing head cannons for my slasher boys with my whole heart. i really look past every single red flag they have. anyways head cannons requests are open hehe (*￣3￣)╭

if you were wondering (which you probably were not) i seperated my head cannon list into my verbal slashers and my non verbals. just to make it a little more organized

jason vorhees

•is loyal to you till the end. he will protect you with his last breath.

•he will move mountains for you and that is not an exaggeration. anything you might want or need jason will go out of his way to get it

•you have no need to worry about feeling unsafe in his cabin. campers getting more than 10 feet of the place has become rare since your arrival. he keeps traps and sharp wire along the perimeter just to be safe

•since he’s not verbal he will spoil you with little gifts and trinkets he finds. after slaughtering a camper he will take their bag home to you and let you look through it

•he is very accepting. no matter what jason will love you, he sees past looks and certain qualities. he loves you for you

•very responsible(occasionally). this goes along with the safety thing but jason will make sure you eat and drink something every day. keeping you healthy is very important to him

michael myers

• now that you belong to shadow of haddonfeild you don’t have to worry about too much anymore. everyone is too scared of him to even look you in the eye. michael can and will hurt anyone he needs to if provoked

•he is willing to try anything. he has never experienced a real sense of affection so cuddling and hang holding is totally new to him. he will try new foods,activities and positions if you ask nicely. michael won’t like them all of course but he will try his best

•another gift giver!! he feels so proud when your face lights up in excitement. he almost always brings home stray animals or the pets of his victims expect a large animal population

•he’s a patient man. if he needs to wait for you to be ready for something romantically he has absolutely no problem with that.

•that being said he is not really the type to do relationships so please be patient with him. he is always trying his best to help you live a normal life somewhat

thomas hewitt

•is gentle and very understanding. thomas will always be there to take care of your emotional needs

•he will always be there to listen and be a shoulder to cry on if you need it. your needs are just as important to him as his

•he’s always willing to help. weather it’s chores or just opening a jar tommy is ready. he sees no point i. you doing all the work yourself when the both of you are capable of doing so together

•he can COOK! if you have the ingredients he can cook it. and he has fun doing it. if you aren’t into human meat he will make you something else so don’t you worry. and his pies? this man can bake

•don’t worry about blankets or jackets thomas will sew it for you. he’s very crafty with a needle and thread so any holes in your clothes will be fixed in a jiffy

bubba sawyer

•he’s a big ball of energy always willing to go on an adventure. he’s always moving or doing something. it’s very easy to get all your steps in with him

•he will spend as much time as possible with you. don’t you ever worry about bubba not being around enough. he’s always hanging around you , helping out with chores or just keeping you company

•after being teased by his brothers mercilessly he is always extra kind to you if he feels like he’s done something wrong. he will always admit when he’s wrong and will apologize (in his own way). he is very empathetic when it comes to you

•he cannot cook BUT he has a talent with animals. he will teach you about them and just overall get you used to them. this is plus because who doesn’t like hanging around some cows from time to time ?

vincent sinclair

•the best thing about vincent is his ability or remember things about you. his listening skills are unmatched. you’d puke mention something small like how much you loved a certain flower when you were a child and he will sculpt it and have it on your nightstand by night fall

•as we all know he is an artist at heart. all his gifts are home made. paintings , portraits, sketches , pottery etc. he enjoys using you as a muse when he has some down time. he’ll even teach you everything he knows.

•just like michael he is extremely patient. he loves you no matter what and no amount of waiting will ever change that.

•your safety is key! if bo brings a “guest” home he will allow you to hide out in one of the brothers rooms. the last thing he wants is for anything to happen to you. he keeps you away from the victims for the most part. he will never allow you to be hurt in any other way

•mental health is just as important as physical to vincent. don’t be afraid to talk your thoughts or how burnt out you are. he will understand. being the sweetheart he is vince will make sure you take your meds every day and “reward” you for it by giving you kisses

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Have you done Bachelor/Estes taking care of a sick farmer? I saw the ones of their SO taking care of them and wanted to see the reverse!

Bachelor/ettes Taking Care of a Sick S/O

Hi everyone, I'm back! For a while now I've been shifting my creativity onto other personal writing projects, but I'm happy to say I will (hopefully) be back on track to getting requests done. I may be a little slow, but I'm not sure. Thanks to those who stuck around!

Anyways, thank you for the ask nerdgirl57! I really should have gotten around to this sooner; it's a great ask! /pos /gen.

Bachelors:

Sam

Sam is actually pretty alright at taking care of you. He's got a little brother, and of course Jodi isn't always healthy herself. She started training him in how to do the basics of taking care of himself when sick, and he's used that information to help take care of his family, too. Still, he's not strict when taking care of you. He'll offer you a bag of chips as reward for drinking your soup.

You also watch a TON of movies together. It's the perfect excuse to hang out.

Elliott

Elliott's almost (but not quite) as good as Harvey when it comes to taking care on common colds and flus. Of course, more extreme cases he's not as equipped for, but he's not going to let you know that. You sleeping is his number one priority. He makes you a (burning) hot soup and strokes your forehead while you drift off to sleep. But if you're really having trouble getting rest (or just don't want to), he'll try to sing you to sleep!

Sebastian

Sebastian is sick so much he doesn't realise he's sick anymore, so he doesn't have a clue on what to do. He calls Robin for help, and she in turn calls over Maru to give her advice. Thanks to his sister, he gets you up and running in a jiffy. Not only does having you healthy again mean, well, you're healthy again, but it also means he can get back to his work. And he really needs that project done.

Harvey

Harvey's a doctor guys, you're fine! He puts on his stoic doctor persona all the time though, so if it's that shyer personality you're looking for you won't get it. He's just so used to having to be Serious that he forgets he's even doing it. You're absolutely banned from going near anyone with even the slightest cold for a week after.

Shane

He's all 'you'll get over it' until you don't get over it. At that point, you're either on the verge of recovering or literally dying. By then, he kind of has an 'oh shit' moment and helps you into bed. He does all the basic stuff: feeding you healthy foods, giving you medicine, etc. But like Sam, he lets you relax. After all, it's not fun to be sick.

Alex

God, he's all over you. 'Do you need this?', 'how about I get you a wet towel.' He absolutely HATES being sick and assumes you do to. He gives you a lot of awkward hugs. He doesn't want to get sick himself, but he also doesn't like seeing you suffer alone. He's doing all your chores for you and everything. He may not be the best cook, but he tries.

Bachelorettes:

Penny

She avoids you a lot. She's the kind of person to push a bowl of soup towards you with a stick so she doesn't have to get close. She's just far too frail to be able to handle getting sick again. The last time she did it was horrible and lasted for weeks. She makes you a lot of her own recipes. It's Penny, so you can trust it'll work, but beware: it tastes pretty bad. Just don't let her know about it!

Leah

Leah's got you covered, for sure. She's got a ton of natural medicines ready for you and mixes them in lovely soups and salads. You guys spend all day cuddling together and watching television.

Abigail

She gets all sad you guys can't go out for activities anymore. But she understands you're too sick to do that stuff. She doesn't want you to tire yourself out anymore. She cuddles you all night and day long. She doesn't care about getting sick. She doesn't really take care of you, more so tries to distract you from your pain and let nature take its course to help heal you.

Maru

For Pete's sake, she's a nurse. She's got you covered. You two are straight to Harvey's clinic where she gets you all the medicine you could need. You'd expect her to keep her distance. After all, she does when she's sick. But she wants to be by your side. She tries some new activities with you, so you're not bored all day.

Emily

Emily understands how much being sick sucks. She cooks you a lot of food in the hopes that you can stomach it. But if you can't, that's okay. She spends a lot of time trying to get you up and active, so you don't lose your muscles laying around all day. Some fun and simple dances are her style for this.

Haley

You get pampered with kisses the whole time. She hates to see you sick like that. She'll lay in bed with you all day (reading a magazine of course). You two spend a lot of time just talking about stuff while waiting for you to get better. She even tries cooking some stuff! Gets you any and everything you could need.

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Day Fourteen: Steve Rogers + Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Christmas morning was beautiful. Snow glistens on the ground outside. Making all of New York look like a snow globe. Your winter pajamas that were just a bit too big for you hung loosely on your frame. Dragging pants legs as you walked and your arms rolled up to your wrists so you could actually use your hands.

The smell of coffee and fresh cinnamon rolls filled the air when you left your shared bedroom with Steve. The hunk of a man was standing in your kitchen shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants. That's what he gets for being a super soldier. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek into his warm back.

The sound of sizzles caught your attention as you looked over Steves's shoulder to see that he was cooking up eggs and toast popped from the toaster oven. The first words to be spoken were the exact words you heard every morning. "Your coffee is over there," Steve said warmly as he nudged his head toward your steaming cup.

"The parade is already on the TV if you wanna get comfy while I finish breakfast." You hummed as you brought the cup of coffee to your lips, took a deep breath, and sipped the hot liquid.

Once more, you move towards the living room with your pants dragging against the floor, and when you make it to the couch, you tuck your heels under your butt and get comfy as you bump up the volume to the tv before the parade starts.

Steve was there in just a jiffy. Handling two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and toast alongside a cinnamon roll. Your mouth watered at the smell immediately, and you dug in before getting the entire plate in your lap.

The parade started, and you watched with glee as you did each year. Even though you could simply look out your window and see the massive balloons dance on the ground. You'd rather watch it on the TV. A tradition you'd been participating in since you were a little kid.

By the time the parade was over, the sun was high in the sky, and the two of you were still not out of your night clothes. "Should we open gifts now?" Steve asks as he returns from the kitchen to drop off the dirty dishes. Your thoughts for a moment. You had gotten Steve a few things. Living in a New York apartment meant no lawn to take care of, but it did mean that your boyfriend was a builder. He loved putting together stuff and needed a new toolset for his motorcycle sitting in the parking deck below you.

"I think so. We should definitely do it before we have to leave for Stark's party." You say, wadding yourself up in the comfy and warm blanket. The snow starts to fall again, setting a most beautiful backdrop to the afternoon of Christmas. The wrapping paper litters the floor as you get deeper under the tree. Jewlery had been Steve's thing for you this year. A matching necklace to go with your matching earrings. A new set of pajamas. He had laughed when you pulled them out of the box. "A pair that will actually fit you love." He teased.

"So there's just one more gift for the both of us." You muttered as you pulled out a box with your name on it and a box with his name on it. Both names are written in perfect, pristine cursive. "I want to open mine first." Steve rushed to say, "Of course!" This is the one you were waiting for. "I'm sure you're going to like it." You mutter as you watch him tear through the wrapping paper.

"My…" You can hear the hitch in Steve's voice for a moment. You stay silent with a warm smile on your face. "You found my dog tags?" He asks, looking up at you from his position on the floor. "Well, I didn't find them, but Bucky did. Said they had been stashed away in his belongings. Guess he kept them on him all those years." The smile grew on Steve's face as he crawled over to you, hugging you around your waist. You rubbed his hair gently and whispered 'I love yous' into his hair.

It took a moment for the heated moment to die before Steve pushed your gift into your lap. He stayed right there. You pulled back the wrapping paper. Letting you see a small brown box. "This better now be a box in a box." You tease. Steve only shakes his head as he plays with the dog tags in his plan.

It took you a moment to open the box without a proper pair of scissors or a box cutter. And Steve watched with ease. When you pulled the little box out, your heart started to race, and your vision became blurry. When you opened it, you froze.

A diamond ring set with smaller diamonds around it. The tears flew freely down your cheeks, and when you looked up at your boyfriend, he was standing on one knee. "This is a little unconventional, but I hope you say yes. Will you marry me?" You dropped the box onto the couch and jumped into his arms. Kissing his frantically. Muttering quiet 'yes' over and over again into his face,

"Good." His lips are on yours, and it feels like life is breathed into you. "Now put it on my hand." You say, jutting your hand out into his face. He quickly grabs the box as you pluck the rings from the box and slips it onto your finger with even more ease.

"It looks beautiful." You say to him and yourself as you look down at your left hand. "of course it does. It's as beautiful as it's weary." Steve says before grabbing your face and bringing you down for another passionate kiss.

"Aren't you glad you didn't wait till after Starks party!" Steve teases. "Oh, you're damn right. I'm glad I didn't wait. The girls are going to scream when they find out." Still staring down at the sparkling diamond on your hand.

Completed on: 11/22/23

Posted on: 12/14/23

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Marvel Master List // The Old Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

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Vampire AU pt. 4

Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Law gets more ticked off ;)

Previous -> Part 3 Next-> Part 5

Luffy sat alone at the large dining table. The food was enough to fill him up, but it was not quite enough to satisfy his appetite. Something was missing. . . Sanji’s cooking. That’s what he’s been craving. There was nothing like his sweet and spicy glazed ham or his savory grilled lamb chops. Luffy picked at the peas on his plate, he had of course eaten all the meat, except for the sides. It’s strange, usually he devours everything.

Sanji would hate to see him play with his food, so he managed up the strength to eat all the peas. He gulped hard, feeling the hard little beans go down his esophagus. Luffy groans from the pain and slumps on the chair. He’s bored.

Hanging with the Heart Pirates was fun and all, but there’s nothing like his own crew. He wonders where they are. That wild storm caused him to go overboard, but luckily, he was able to hold onto a slab of wood from his ship.

He hastily gets up from the chair and lingers out to the halls of the castle. The place is vacant, Law told him to stay put as he had private matters with his crew. For the first time in a while, he feels homesick. Yes, sharing the place with the vampire was nice, but it doesn’t “scream” home. The Sunny, that’s his home, he wishes he could be on it.

“Okay, I don’t care what Torao says. I’m going outside.”

Luffy changed the course of his direction and goes through the back doors of the castle. He scans his surroundings before taking a step outside. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh air. This was better, it’s nothing like the warm sun hitting your skin.

It was time for an adventure, he had enough of that dark and gloomy place. Today's mission is to find that beast from the day he arrived. That weird looking creature chased him all around the island and it was time for payback. Maybe it will be worthy meal, something to makeup the unsatisfying lunch he had earlier. So, he embarks, entering the forest that Law specifically told him not to go in.

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An hour or two goes by, and Luffy has not found anything exciting. Vast lush vegetation is the only thing that surrounds him, it is beautiful of course, but it is not the excitement he is looking for. He sighs deeply and slumps over the grassy floor. His eyes trail the sky above him, the clouds move in a steady pace, crossing the never-ending blue field. Sky watching is not fun at ground level, his arm stretches to a tree branch, and he pulls himself up.

"Oh, you can see everything from up here," he says looking over the treetops. His eyes scan across the open view and spots a small mountain. "Perfect, maybe I can locate the beast from there."

In a jiffy, he swings from tree to tree to make it to the mountain. It didn't take long before he reached his destination. He escalates the rocky terrain and hears voices coming from the top. Luffy proceeds carefully, not wanting to be found. Using the bushes, he hides inside of them and peaks out to see the owners of the voices. To his surprise, it's Law's crewmates.

Penguin and Shachi are at the highest point of the island. Each held a pair of binoculars, watching the island at all angles.

“I wonder what gotten into the captain. He’s on high alert," Shachi says, removing the binoculars from his eyes.

Penguin does the same and sits down to take a small break. "I don't know either. Do you think Doflamingo might be on his ass?"

"I doubt it. He doesn't seem to be scared, it's something else. . ."

"Where is he anyway? I wonder what's he's up to with Bepo," Penguin groans, going back to watch duty.

"I dunno, he said something about loading the missiles on the submarine. Whatever he's doing, he is definitely going to demolish the ship he's awaiting."

Luffy sits quietly, he's an idiot, but the word ship caught his attention. He continues to listen to the conversation.

Shachi proceeds to take a 360 view of the island's coast. "Oh, incoming from the northeast," — he points in the direction of the object— “is that a ship?"

Penguin squints through his binoculars and tries to locate the possible vessel. Using the knob, he focuses in on the black dot, and he is able to distinguish a weird looking ship coming their way. "Well, looks like our duty is over. Call cap."

"On it." Shachi takes out his transponder snail and dials Law. "Captain, we have spotted ship coming fast from the northeast direction. We have not identified the vessel."

Luffy's ears perk up at the vampire's voice.

"Head to the sea. You know what to do."

"Roger that."

The two leave their spots and run down the mountain, leaving the binoculars behind. Luffy is intrigued by the so-called ship. He picks on of the binoculars and looks out to the location of where they spotted it. At first, he sees nothing, but with a bit of focus, he's able to distinguish the ship. He suddenly drops the instrument and sweat forms on his forehead. It has to be a mistake, he wouldn't dare. . . it's the wrong ship. It has to be.

Without a second thought, he runs down the mountain, following behind Penguin and Shachi.

“Hey!”

“Huh? What’s he doing here-"

Luffy tackled them both, rolling down the hard rocks that cover the slope. The three men crash by an old tree stump, with Luffy breaking their fall with his inflated body.

“Ugh, what’s the big idea Luffy?!” Penguin groans from pain.

“What are you guys planning to do with that ship?” Luffy's tone stern as he holds onto the collar of his suit.

“Woah, calm down buddy,” Shachi says, trying to pull the younger off.

“Answer my question.”

“Chill out Luffy, we’re just following cap’s orders. I’ll tell you if you let him go.”

“Fine," Luffy grumbles, hastily letting go.

“Look, cap wants us to sink any ship that comes in contact with the island. I don’t know what’s the threat is, but he’s serious about it.”

“Sink?!” He yells out.

“Hey, calm down.”

“How can I calm down if he’s planning to sink my ship! My crew is onboard!”

Penguin and Shachi look at each other in shock. That’s the reason why their captain wants to sink it, to leave Luffy without a crew. As cruel as it seems, Law can be rash about things. Finding love is something he doesn’t want to lose, but he’s losing it already.

“Shit.”

The two are not heartless like Law. Penguin nods at his crew mate, knowing what they have to do.

“Look we didn’t know that was he’s aiming for your ship. Maybe if we can talk to him, we can knock some sense into him.”

“So that was his plan along. . . I see now. . .” Luffy felt his heart sting a little. That’s the reason he didn’t want him going outside. He was going to kill his crew and wipe his shit under the rug. Now he’s angry. He won’t forgive him for this. “I’ll stop him myself.”

“Luffy, wait!” They call out for him, but it’s too late. He’s gone.

“This won’t end well. . .”

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“Bepo get the missiles ready for departure.”

“Law!”

He turns around. “Luffy? What are you doing here-" Then a cold hard punch to face knocks him to the sandy beach.

“Captain!” Bepo screams in shock. The rest of the Heart Pirates stop to observe the commotion. The polar bear was about to barge in, but Jean Bart stopped him. "Hold on Bepo, let them settle this."

The stunned vampire rolled to his side and wiped the blood off his lips. He looks at his bloody hand and back at Luffy. The straw hat’s eyes glare at him in fury.

“Why?” Luffy coldly states.

“Tsk. You didn’t have to hit me you know.”

“Why?”

Law glares at him before standing back on his feet. He grabs his sword and places it over his shoulder. His leopard hat covers his eyes as he stares at sand he stands on.

“Answer me Law. I know everything.”

“I won’t let you leave,” he mumbles.

“Well, I made up my mind.” He pivots away, marching off to find a raft to depart from the island.

Law grits his teeth and clutches onto the base of the sword. “Where are you going?” he voices out.

“Away from you.”

“No. I command you to stay put.”

Luffy stopped his tracks and turned around. “Over my dead body.” Stomping his foot on his ground, he hints for a challenge.

“Tsk. You really don’t know what I’m capable of Luffy.”

“Okay, show me what you got," he asserts, walking towards him.

His red eyes shift to Luffy. He smiles at him. “Well, if it’s a fight you want. . . I’ll give you one.” In a swift movement he takes out his blade and prepares for an attack.

As he goes to swing, a blade intercepts, throwing it off to the side.

“Why you.” The vampire growls, snapping his neck to face the person.

“Zoro!” Luffy jolts in joy and runs to his first mate, embracing him. “When did you get here?”

“It reeked of bloodlust. What mess have you gotten yourself into?” He says, his eyes not leaving the attacker.

The vampire clutched his hat in annoyance, watching his mate throw himself on the unknown man left a sour taste in his mouth.

“How dare you interject in our matter,” He spat out, throwing his hat on the ground.

“Uh, Luffy. . . who is that?” Zoro questioned, lifting his swords up for battle.

Luffy let’s go of Zoro. “Oh, that’s-“

But before he could answer Law created a room.

“Shambles.”

A boulder is thrown at Zoro, who easily dodges it.

“Oh, this is getting exciting. Hey slanky branch, pick up your sword and fight like a real swordsman!”

The two smirk, riled up from a strong opponent.

“Wait, guys-" Luffy tried to get their attention, but nothing is getting through them.

“I’ll slaughter you into pieces,” Law hissed out.

Zoro’s eye widened at the sharp fangs. “Vampire. . ?” He grins. “Perfect.”

Law used telekinesis to levitate his sword at him. He picks up a small rock, throwing up in the air and he grabs it firmly in his palm. “Get ready, I won’t hold back.” Then he throws it at Zoro and before he could blink, the vampire was right in front of him.

“Holy sh-“

He swings the long blade at him. Zoro easily counters it with his two swords. He blocks it with great force, being slightly pushed back. The two are repelled backwards, analyzing each other’s strength.

“Huh, I guess I will be needing Wado Ichimonji after all.”

“Zoro wait!”

“What?!”

With Zoro looking away for a second, Law takes his chance to strike him. He barely dodges the attack.

“Law stop it! Zoro stay back!”

Zoro grunts, hesitant to pull back from the fight. “Fine,” he huffs, putting his swords in the sheath.

Luffy stands before the vampire, who is clearly enraged. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Captain!” Bepo wraps his arms around Law, picking him up from the ground. “Control yourself. You don’t want to hurt your mate, do you?”

Law snaps out of his bloodlust and turns his gaze at Luffy. “Fuck, what have I done.” His mate’s eyes are sharp, but soften. He turns away and heads towards Zoro.

“Bepo what happened?” Shachi exclaimed.

The Heart Pirates surround their captain, confused at the chaos at the coast. Bepo continues to squeeze Law, holding him in place. That’s when they notice Zoro and immediately up their guard.

“Luffy do you know this guy?” Penguin says, holding a long sharp rod.

“Hm? Oh, he’s my first mate.”

“Wait like mate or crewmate?”

Luffy bursts out in laughter. “You guys are funny.”

Law gave a nasty glare at Zoro and on the other hand, the swordsman yawns, unsatisfied with the fight. The vampire tries to wiggle out of Bepo’s arms, but the bear continues to put up a fight. He could easily break out of his hold; however, he would lose self-control. Law forced himself to resist his violent instincts.

“Hey, Luffy!”

“Huh?” The straw hat whips his head to the sea. It’s his ship, docked near the Polar Tang. Usopp waves alongside side Chopper from the rails of the deck.

Sanji jumps out of the ship and runs towards his captain. “Luffy you’re alive! Zoro jumped into the ocean without warning as we approached this island.”

Zoro scoffed. “Unlike you I’m always prepared for a fight.”

“What did you say? At least I didn’t recklessly jump overboard without knowing the situation!”

The two bickered as another voice caught his attention. “Luffy!” The red head girl uppercuts him on the jaw and banged his head to the ground. “Where have you been?! Did you know how much trouble we went to find you?!”

“Oh Nami. . .it’s nice to see you too,” he whimpered out, dropping his face onto the hot sand.

Law felt himself twitch. How dare this woman abuse his mate. “Don’t lay your filthy hands on him,” he growled. His red eyes appear once again, the struggle to contain him collapsed.

“Um guys, help!” Bepo said anxiously.

“Luffy who is that?” Nami said jolting back.

Penguin dropped his weapon and ran to help the bear. “Restrain him!” he yelled. Shachi and the rest of the crew circle around him and try to hold the angered vampire.

Usopp and Chopper hide behind Robin on the deck of the ship. Franky, Brook, and Jinbe approach the scene, lost at the chaos unfolding on the beach.

“Woah, what did I miss?” Franky said, taking his sunglasses off.

Jinbe walked next to Robin. “If I’m not mistaken. . .we’re in deep trouble if they set him loose.”

“Yes. We must stay alert,” Robin says, squinting her eyes at Law.

The Heart Pirates do their best to restrain their feral captain. He snarls at them, his fangs drawing dangerously close at them. Zoro watches the scene and turns to Luffy, waiting for a command.

“Say, what’s the deal with all of this? I thought he wanted to kill you? Now he’s gone mad after Nami smacked the shit out of you.”

Luffy only sighs. “It’s a long story, but we’re mates.”

“Mates? We have a new crewmember?”

“Uh, not exactly. . .”

“Well what do you mean Luffy? I don’t understand anything, why is he coming after me? You better do something!” Nami yells at him.

Law finally managed to free himself and lunged towards Nami. Luffy quickly interferes and punches him the gut. He then proceeds to pin him down on the ground. “Get a grip Torao!” He grits his teeth, as Law grunts in pain.

The vampire breaks out of trance and calms down.

“Fuck. I forget how strong you are.”

Luffy continues to hold him down and sits on him. “Why did you attack Nami?”

“Nami? Oh, her. . . she was hurting you.”

“I’m fine. That’s just how she is.”

He only gives him an apologetic nod and turns his gaze away. Luffy sighed deeply. “Why?” There goes that question again.

“Huh?”

“Why would you sink my ship with my crew aboard?”

“Tsk, I knew you would leave if they came back for you.”

“That’s no reason to kill my crew!” he raised his voice. “We could have figured something out, but now. . . I’m not so sure. . .”

Luffy releases him from his pinned state and proceeds to get off of him. Law sits up and grabs his wrist, pulling him towards him. “Mugi. . . don’t go. . .” he whispers out. “I can’t lose you. I’ve lost too many people in my life. I-I’m sorry. . .”

“Torao. . ?”

The vampire doesn’t look at him, his face points down. His hand trembles around his wrist. Luffy can feel the shift in his aura, it’s dark. The feeling of sadness fills his heart. It’s grieving, the human knows the feeling too well.

Law feels a cold breeze brush against his exposed hair. Before he could lift his head up, something covered the top of his head. “Huh?” He feels for it and the rough texture catches him off guard.

Law looks up at Luffy, he no longer wears his hat. “You look good in my straw hat.” That smile, that kind gentle smile. It captivates him. Without realizing, his cheeks glow bright pink.

"Pssst, Penguin, Shachi. . . is he. . . ya know, blushing?" Bepo teases, pointing at their captain. The two men look closely and are taken aback at the scene. They giggle, "Oh my, he is!"

On the other side of the beach, the rest of the Straw Hats join their crew, puzzled by the captains' quarrel and make-up.

"Uh, you guys. . . did you see that?" Usopp said.

Sanji starred in disbelief. "Don't tell me he's with that man. . ." He takes a puff of his cigarette and blows the pungent smoke out his mouth. "Well, I'll be damned."

"Not only that, but he also gave him his hat. He must be someone special," Franky commented. The rest nod in agreement.

Jinbe inspected Law and turned to Robin. "He's a vampire, correct?"

"It seems so. Sharp fangs and violent bursts of anger accompanied by red-shot eyes. . . all describes a vampire."

Chopper and Usopp scream in fear and hide behind them. "V-vampire?! Will he eat us?!" Usopp says, shaking in fear.

"I don't know. . . vampires can have an insatiable appetite, depleting you dry," she says coldly. Usopp's face turns pale.

Zoro only cackles out loud. "I knew it," he grins, almost excitedly.

"Is he dead too? It would be nice not to be the only one," Brook laughs.

It didn't take long for Law to realize that they were being watched by both parties. "What are you looking at?" he growls at Penguin and Shachi, who were fangirling. He hides his face from embarrassment with the straw hat. Luffy only laughs and stretches his arm to grab Law's leopard hat. He places it on his head and turns around to face his crew.

"Oh, sorry for worrying you all this time. No need to be alarmed, Torao won't bite," he flashes a toothy grin.

The Straw Hats look at each other, having little trust with that statement. Their captain jumps on the vampire's back and comfortably sits over his shoulder. "We'll talk later Torao; can you just be nice to my crew for now?" Luffy whispers in his ear. Law grumbles but complies to his mate's request.

"Okay you guys, meet Torao!"

"It's Trafalgar Law," he mumbles under his breath.

Robin gasps, her eyes widen at the revelation. "Are you that Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, the newest warlord?"

Everyone turns their gaze at Law, who only rolls his eyes.

"Warlord?!" Most of the crew yells out.

Luffy looks down at Law. "What? I didn't know that, that's so cool."

Nami facepalms. "What's wrong with you Luffy? You were hanging out with this man and didn't know this important piece of information. What if he turned you in?"

"Torao wouldn't do that, he's my mate," he grins, wrapping his arms around his neck, almost suffocating him.

Everyone's mouth hangs open at the sight. No way would their captain, the Monkey D. Luffy, would ever date someone, especially someone like Law.

"Oh yeah, meet Law's crew. The Heart Pirates were very nice to me," he says getting off of Law's shoulder and attaching himself over Bepo's back.

Zoro slowly approached the vampire. Law noticed and glared at him. "What do you want?" he mutters with a monotone voice.

"Do you perhaps know Dracule Mihawk, you are a warlord after all."

"No, I do not. Is it because we're both vampires? That's ridiculous." Law intended to be smart about it.

The swordsman didn't take that lightly, but only gave him a grin in return. "Well then, you wouldn't mind finishing our fight. I am curious to see your swordsmanship. It would be good practice, you're vampire and a swordsman like Mihawk."

"Heh, you think I would be light work for you? Think again."

The two men sized each other, but before they could escalate things, Luffy got in-between them. "Torao, didn't I say to be nice?" Law huffed in annoyance and backed away. Zoro did the same.

"Come on Zoro, you can fight him another time, but only if I could join in."

"Fine."

Luffy hugged him and picked him up off the ground. "I'll give him the last blow, he's pretty strong ya know."

Law locked his jaw, not only were they planning on ganging up on him, Luffy seems very fond of that man.

"I'm pretty strong too Luffy,” Zoro snapped at him.

"I know," he grins.

Sanji, feeling left out, joins in. “Hey, I can take on that vampire too!”

“Shut it cook, I called dibs first.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about our captain like he’s inferior to Mihawk, in fact, you guys are not match for him,” Bepo exclaimed.

Zoro could only laugh at that statement. "As if, your captain is the bootleg version of Mihawk. You could say he's practically copying him."

The Heart Pirates become visibly angry. Penguin picks up the rod from the ground and points it at Zoro. "I would be quiet if I were you. Don't forget you're on territory."

The swordsman's face darkened.

“Yeah, you’re on our turf, so why don’t you back off,” Shachi said, throwing a rock at Sanji.

Sanji angrily kicks the rock back at him. “You’re telling us of back off?! Well, we’re not!"

The tension rises between both parties and Luffy feels uneasy at the situation. Law noticed how uncomfortable his mate looked and immediately turned down the bickering from both of their crews.

“All of you shut the fuck up! You’re upsetting my mate.”

Both crews face the angered captain and at Luffy.

"Sorry captain," the Heart Pirates say.

Zoro and Sanji only back away, returning to their crew. "Luffy, are you really okay being with this man?" Jinbe asks as the Straw Hat's eagerly await his response.

"I am," he says firmly.

Usopp and Nami were about to protest but were cut off from Zoro. "He said he is okay with it,"—he proceeds to head back to the ship— “I'll be taking a nap if you need me."

Luffy watched as his first mate departed to the Sunny and sighs, "Look, I know we all started on the wrong foot, but me and Law are together now. We have to find a way to get along."

The vampire furrowed his eyebrows. "Pirates do not get along."

"But Torao," Luffy whines, giving him puppy eyes.

There he goes again, enchanting him with those brown doe eyes, he knows his weakness. Law could only grunt, "Fine, but I don't promise you anything."

Luffy hugs him. "Thank you."

"So, what now?" Bepo stands besides Law and tilted his head for a response. The vampire looked at his crew and back at the Straw Hats. Great, more people. This was supposed to be his solitary paradise.

"Let's head to the castle. We'll figure something out."

"What, a castle?!" Chopper stoked in excitement.

Luffy cackled at this reaction. "Wait till see you what's inside. Come on, follow me."

The Straw Hats follow their captain, their eyes not leaving the vampire as they walked by. Law could care less about what they thought of him, he only cared about Luffy. Still, his mate will not be fond of him being rude.

"Tsk."

Law follows after them, with this crew already ahead of him. He takes one last look at Zoro, who watched him like a hawk. It would not be easy for avoid further confrontation, but something about the swordsman ticked his nerves. He put aside the thought and prepared to interact with the rest of the Straw Hats. His hell was about to commence.

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An Overnight Camp out with the Volturi Masters

First up in the Summer Fun with the Volturi Masters, polled story series results.

Winner and story number one

An Overnight Camp Out with the Volturi masters.

It's Summer in Volterra. It's also very quiet, except for a few trials that were over and done with rather quickly. The defending party was determined early on to be guilty, making the process very simple. You feel restless, wanting to go somewhere. Anywhere. You tell Aro about the trips and vacations you used to take back home. Intrigued, he asks you for examples.

"We used to camp out at the lake, go fishing, check out the theme parks, or visit to the state fair. Sometimes we'd go watch a baseball game more than once in a season," you explain to him while sitting at his feet on the dais.

"This camping. What does it involve?" Aro asks, interested.

You're surprised at his question. "Haven't you ever been camping? Surely when you were a human in ancient times, people camped all the time. I mean, there were fewer hotels and Airbnb's around back then."

"If I have, I've forgotten it. Much of our human lives becomes foggy after so long a time, my dear." Aro thought a moment. "Let us do this camping thing. Buy whatever you need for all four of us to go."

"Well, you three will not be needing much. It's I who will be needing a few things. I'll see to it right away, Aro."

You decide to go shopping for a few necessary supplies, and decide to take Felix along since he is the strongest of the Volturi Guard. "Felix, we'll need to go a sporting goods store. Do you know of one around here?"

He drives to the one store he is aware of that sells such things. You explain the camping trip, and ask if he remembers camping out. He answers in the affirmative and tells you a story about him killing a bear, bare-handed, when it tried to take away his roasting venison. "The beast dared to steal it, but I grabbed him by the throat and broke his neck. Fortunately, he didn't have enough time to begin to eat the deer meat and I was able to retrieve it."

You look over at Felix, the so called executioner of the Volturi, and mentally picture that amazing moment he killed a bear without any weapons, and when he was human. You still don't fear him, but now you know who to have around should you ever get attacked by a bear.

Walking around the store, you peruse tents because you're not exactly the roughing-it type. At least with a tent, you'll have some place to change and sleep. The masters don't sleep, but might enjoy having a place to sit and talk during the nighttime hours, out of any bad weather.

Next up is finding a small gas grill, a pot to brew coffee in, and a small folding skillet to cook meals in, again something the masters don't have to think about. You throw one set of portable dinner-ware into the cart. The last things needed were a few easy-to-cook emergency food packs and Pop Tarts. Healthy eating is not a consideration for a weekend camp out, so you throw in a few Jiffy Pop popcorn tins. You grab long matches, an LED flashlight, and three large LED lanterns, bio-degradable TP, and wet wipes.

Finally, you pick up several containers of water and one bottle of water-purifying tablets, just in case. You apologise to Felix for choosing the heavy tent. Luckily they needed only enough for the weekend, but everything could be re-used later on. Perhaps the Guards would like to indulge sometime, you tell Felix.

Once you reach the castle, Felix carries the tent, still in its box, to sit at the back door. He goes to the garage and brings around the larger SUV, storing the tent box in the back. before putting everything else on the third seat. Caius is going to drive, although he doesn't know about the trip yet. Aro will sit in the front passenger seat because he likes being up front, while you and Marcus will sit in the second row. You really hope the other masters agree to go. You like to snuggle up next to Marcus when driving since it makes you sleepy. He never seemed to object.

When Caius and Marcus were told about the camp out, they balked at first, but after you tell them about the fun it can be, they relent and agree to go.

The next morning, everyone climbs into the SUV, and you give Caius directions to a lake park where short-term camping is permitted.

Once you find the perfect spot at the lake's edge, you and the masters get out the tent and the accompanying equipment. You pull out the instructions and read them aloud.

"I can be of help securing the stakes." To demonstrate, Caius takes one, and holding the tip to the grass, pushes it deeply into the ground with his hand. He completes securing each stake until the tent is firmly in place.

"It looks perfect, thank you Caius. You are a wonder sometimes," you say, praising his ego in all sincerity.

He looks at you, offended. "Only sometimes?"

You smile, putting your hand over your mouth. You walk into the tent, and examine the large back room, then come up front to check out the front room and the outer area where people can sit under an overhead canopy. You love this! The back room is all yours to use since the masters do not need it. With the dividers in place, you'll have complete privacy.

Since this area doesn't permit open fires, you set up the LED lanterns, two out front and one inside the tent. You're hoping to catch a few fish on which to use the gas grill, but without gear, you're not sure this is even a viable idea.

You stand near the edge of the lake, noticing fish swimming in the water. You wish you had a pole, but wonder if the masters have a talent for fishing by hand, what with their speedy reflexes. "Can any of you fish with your bare hands?" you ask.

Caius agrees to try, proud of his vampire skills. He removes his shoes and rolls up his jeans, as do you. He steps into the stream, holding out his hand for you to follow him in. The water is cold, and you envy Caius for being resistant to extreme temperatures.

He bends over in the water and peers past the sun reflecting off the surface.

"Oh look, over there!" you shout, pointing a finger at a passing fish.

Caius is as still as a statue, his hands waiting close to the water. When the fish swims past him, his hands shoot out and grab the fish, then he tosses it onto the bank where it lies flopping on the grass.

You grab his arm, whooping it up, knowing dinner will be fresh fish tonight. You turn to Aro and Marcus, who are watching. "Sure you don't want to try?" you ask them. Aro responds by making a face, and Marcus waves a hand indicating he is more interested in watching. You turn back to Caius, your hands on his back while you cheer him on as he stalks another fish.

"Two should be enough, " you tell him. "Maybe three."

Caius waits patiently, then grabs for another fish, and again, throws in onto the bank. "One more," he asks, seeing you smile and nod your head.

His hyper-vision sees another coming their way. After a few minutes, he reaches out and grabs it from the water. He readies to toss it onto the bank, but is not in the best position, and loses his footing. You try to hang onto him, which is a bad mistake, and you both fall into the water. Aro and Marcus rise from their folding chairs, and flash to the lakeside, reaching out their hands to help.

Caius looks like death hunting for a victim, but soon begins to laugh. You are laughing and freezing, your teeth chattering from the cold. Caius picks you up and hands you up to Marcus, who takes you to the tent to change out of your wet clothes. Caius takes care of that outside the tent, then places the fish in a metal pail you had earlier filled with water.

Dressed in dry clothing now, you leave the tent to sit on the ground next to the masters chairs, to let the warm sun dry your hair.

You are reminded of the fish in the metal pail, and turn to the vampires. "So who is volunteering to clean my fish?" You rise to go fire up the small grill you bought at the sporting good store and wash the skillet in some of the bottled water. When you hear only silence, you turn to the trio. "Please, Aro, I don't like cleaning fish. Too much blood and guts. You guys love blood and guts."

"The human has a point, brother," Caius says.

"Caius, please? And...'the human'? Seriously?" You give him a nasty stare, wondering if it was a joke or a slip of the tongue.

"Don't antagonize him, child, or you'll be eating Pop Tarts for dinner," Marcus warns.

You roll your eyes, then turn back to Caius. "Please, Master?" You rarely call them by that term because they never demand it of you.

Caius comes to you, and dances his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm. "And what do I get in return, little human? I firmly believe in quid pro quo."

You shiver at his touch, but you know he's just playing a game with you. You hope anyway, so you decide to play along. "And what would you want in return?" Since that day in the park, the masters seem to delight in showing you the relationship between you all has moved up a notch, even if only in fun.

"Just this." Caius leans in to kiss you, his tongue moving over your lips, then he backs up.

You swallow hard, saying, "I think I can give you that." Not that it matters, since he'd claimed his payment already.

Caius heads for the pail. Not needing a knife, he slits the fish bellies with his fingernail and removes the guts, washing the fish in the pail of water. Bringing up a bloodied finger to his lips, he tastes the creatures' red fluid. As soon as he swallows, he gags. The small amount of fish blood is expelled from his mouth along with a good portion of venom. "That is awful!" he cries out. "Wretched animal drinkers. How do they stand such deviant behavior!"

You go up to the poor sick vampire and thank him with a kiss to his cheek, before going to prepare to fry your fish.

By the time you've cleaned up after dinner, the sun has nearly set. You put out the two lanterns, more for yourself than the masters. You tell them camping tradition dictates ghost stories be told. You offer to go first.

You tell them about a young couple, who fall in love and marry. Caius sighs, uninterested in romance stories. You hush him and continue. The couple live a happy life together. But the husband has one question. Why does his wife wear a red ribbon around her neck, never taking it off. He asks her once and is told it's not important, as long as they are happy. He never asks again. Many years later, when the wife becomes ill due to her advanced age, he asks the question one more time. The wife says before she dies, that he may finally remove the red ribbon. When he does, her head rolls from her neck, falling to the floor at his feet.

Aro, the intellectual, frowns, wondering why her head had been removed in the first place, and then temporarily mended with a red ribbon. "How could she possibly live all that time?" he scoffs.

Marcus is quiet, thinking about Didyme, his own lost spouse.

Caius laughs. "Priceless," he says, chuckling loudly.

Everyone takes turns telling macabre stories, but you have a feeling the Volturi are sharing true reminiscing from their over-long existences.

It is late now, and you are yawning. Before you get ready for bed, you grab the lantern, some TP, and the wet wipes, and start to leave camp, heading into the trees.

"Aro, I have to go take care of some...personal business. I'll be right back." You start to go but a hand restrains you.

"We will go with you to protect you," Aro says.

"You will not!" You stop and turn to face the three vampires, holding up your hand, palm open to them. "This is private personal business. Something you three don't have to deal with anymore."

"We hear animal noises out in the woods," Caius said gravely.

You hear nothing, but know they have hyper-hearing as well.

"It might be a bear," Aro cautioned.

"It could be a wolf," Caius suggested.

"Suppose it's a mountain lion," Marcus warned.

"It's probably a raccoon!" you counter. "Why are you trying to scare me?" You stand with one hand on your hip, glaring at the trio of vampires.

"It's not safe, my dear, to wander around in the darkness," Aro states in reply.

"I won't be wandering around. And I have a flashlight. Look, sirs, this is private, do you comprehend? Private, as in using a tree as a shield for toilet duty!" You blush bright pink in the darkness you know the masters can easily see in. You watch Aro slowly grin, grateful he finally gets it.

"Now don't follow me. Just keep your ears open for any more animal sounds or Bigfoot or whatever, and if I scream, then come running."

"We will be ready to protect you in an instant, child," Marcus says before you smile at him and leave for the cover of darkness to tend to your business.

By the time you are ready for bed, you're so sleepy, you can barely keep your eyes open, so you bid the masters good night. They will stay outside, talking or whatever else they want to do. You kiss and hug each in his turn, then go inside the tent and light up the lantern on the floor of the tent's back room. You undress and slip on your sleep shorts with the matching sleeveless tank top. You brush your hair and use some of the water to tend to your teeth. Once you've done all that, you lie down on the opened sleeping bag, the room a bit too warm to sleep inside the closed bag.

You're lying on your side, when you hear someone enter the tent. Then you see Marcus peek his head through the divided canvas "wall" between the back and front rooms. Looking up, while you rest on one elbow. "Marcus, is something wrong?"

"No, child. I just wondered if you wanted any company until you fall asleep."

You smile, knowing it's Marcus who wants the company. You hadn't meant to sadden him with your ghost story. "Please," you say, scooting over. "Do you want to lie here on the sleeping bag? It's a bit warm and your body will cool me."

"Shall I undress then?" he asks in all innocence. "To cool you down."

"No! No thank you." All you didn't need was a naked Marcus lying next to you.

He quietly lies beside you, and peers at your beauty, a beauty he feels you don't realize you have.

You turn off the lantern and lie back down, your head resting on a small travel pillow. "Are you enjoying yourself, Marcus?"

"It has been a pleasant day," he replies.

"Perhaps next time, we can find a long term camp ground." you suggest.

"Or perhaps the guards would enjoy going, next time."

"Gotcha." You smile and lean in to give Marcus a kiss on his cheek.

You lie next to the tall master, remembering the day in the park, and how he had taken care of you after all three masters gave you pleasure by having sex with you. You reach out and touch his cold cheek.

Marcus takes your hand from his face and kisses the palm.

You lean in when he does this, tentatively kissing his cold lips. "Marcus, did Aro ask you to come in here?"

You can almost make out a smile on his face in the dark, now that your eyes are more acclimated. You scoot closer to him while he lies on his side. The coolness of his body feels good in the warmth of the tent. You hear no breath from his nose or mouth. You feel no rise and fall of his chest. He is a monster to some, a killer. You do not fear him, however. Nestling closer, you exhale, relaxed and feeling safe. And cool.

The next morning, someone comes into the tent and sets a cup of hot coffee next to you. You open your eyes to see Marcus gone and Caius standing over you. "Thank you, and how do you know how to make coffee?" you ask.

"I've learned a few things since your arrival." He pulls a package from his pocket and hands you Pop Tarts. "To go with your coffee. Then up you go. Aro wants to leave in a few hours."

"Of course." You smile at him as he leaves, then open the Pop Tarts and eat them in between sips of coffee. You wash up with some of the bottled water, and brush your hair and teeth. Finally you dress in shorts and an over-size T-shirt.

When you leave the tent to tend to your morning 'personal' business, the masters do not tease you this time. They merely watch you walk away, your legs highlighted by the shorts you're wearing. Knowingly, you yell as you go, "You guys need to get out into the world and mingle with modern women." Then you laugh.

Once everything has been packed away, all four of you climb into the SUV, and leave for Volterra.

"I hope you all enjoyed yourselves with a sample of camping out."

Caius and Aro agree, albeit unenthusiastically. Marcus drapes his arm around you, and whispers he enjoyed the time he spent with you last night.

Impulsively, you hug him. You wonder how you will ever leave this family you had accidently been inducted into. Actually, they probably won't let you leave, and that makes you happy. They have not killed you yet, so there must be something about you they like. You nestle against Marcus and watch the scenery pass until you reach Volterra, and home.

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kachikirby · 27 days

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Because it's Meta Knight's birthday, I'm doing another Metaccine drabble.

Today was Meta Knight's birthday and his wife and children were excited. Their father had gone out of the house to meet for a birthday lunch with the crewmates of the Halberd for the occasion, something that would likely take a few hours. Of course, this gave them plenty of time to prepare their own celebration, and that was their reason for being in the kitchen right now.

"Alright, everyone, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna split in to two groups: Kirby will be with me and Sieg and Freya will work together. Kirby and I will work on dinner and you two will work on dessert, do you understand?"

Fettuccine got three nods in response.

"Good! Let's get to work!"

The twins went off to do their own work as Kirby walked over to Fettuccine, already inhaling a frying pan to gain the Cook Ability.

"So, mom what are we gonna make?" The pink puff asked, clearly excited for whatever was planned, making Fettuccine giggle.

"Well, I decided we should make one of his favorites, of course! Chicken parmesan!"

The child's eyes lit up. "Oh! Thats a great idea! Oh, but wouldn't just chicken and spaghetti be a bit too little? We should add other things like maybe a big bowl of salad! Oh, oh, oh, and truffle fries! Or a fruit salad for color! A whole loaf of garlic bread! No, wait, maybe mix some seafood in the noodles-"

"Alright, Kirbo, calm down! While the garlic bread does sound like a good idea, I think it'd be a bit too much to add all those other things. You want him to have room for dessert, right?"

"He'll have plenty of room for it!"

"You know what I mean. It won't be fair to Sieg and Freya if we make a whole bunch of things for him."

Kirby paused, as if to think. "Oh, that's right! Well, we can get it done in a jiffy!"

"Yes, but remember, just the chicken parmesan, the noodles and sauce, and the garlic bread. Nothing else." Fettuccine replied, making herself clear.

"Ok, mom!"

* * *

On the other side of the kitchen, Sieg and Freya were in a bit of a standoff, handwritten lists clutched tightly in their nubs.

"I think we should make a chocolate cake!" Sieg said.

"We should make a chocolate ice cream sundae!" His sister replied.

"Dad has sundaes every day!"

"He also has chocolate cake every day!"

"No, he has chocolate... um... fandant!"

"That's the same thing!"

"No, it's not!"

"Siegy, Fre-fre, I would appreciate it if you didn't argue with each other." Fettuccine said, looking over at them, causing them to immediately stop.

Sieg rubbed his head, as if trying to think of what to do as Freya shifted her weight to think about her own answer.

Suddenly, the daughter spoke. "Um... I know dad likes both sweets and chocolate..."

"Uh-huh..."

"So, um... maybe we can both make something for him?"

"We are gonna make something. though!"

"No, no! I meant we should make our own things for him! He loves both so why should we choose?"

Sieg looked up as if thinking and then turned to Fettuccine.

"Mom, is it fine if we both make one dessert for dad?"

"Go ahead! I don't see why not!"

"Wait, how comes they get to make multiple things!?" Kirby asked with a pout.

"Because we're already doing chicken parmesan and garlic bread, and those are two things. Plus, we're technically doing three things if you count the spaghetti with the chicken parmesan meal."

Kirby seemed to pout even more, as if he couldn't deny that statement, making both Fettuccine and the twins laugh.

* * *

A few hours later, Meta Knight walked into the house, looking a bit tired as he fell onto the sofa. As he let out a long sigh, he felt someone plop next to him and pick him up in a hug.

"Welcome home, Metty!" Fettuccine exclaimed.

Almost instantly, it felt like that was enough to give him his energy back, and he gave a kiss to his wife.

"I'm glad to be home, my bunny." He smiled.

"I know you are, honey. I hope you had a wonderful little birthday party with the others~."

Meta seemed to sigh, drawing a bit of concern from his wife. "Well... it was mostly fine until Dedede and some of his Waddle Dees decided to crash it while complaining about how he wasn't invited and how we could've used his castle for a giant party but we didn't."

Fettuccine seemed to pout. "Well maybe I should go talk to him..."

"It'll be fine. I said we're going to have Sieg and Freya's birthday at his castle this year. Besides, he also wanted to give me a gift..."

"Well, what is it?" Fettuccine asked.

With a blank expression on his face, Meta pulled out a hammer with a ribbon tied around it.

"…he gave you a hammer?"

"He did."

"…why?"

"It's how he expresses his friendship. It's the thought that counts, I suppose."

Fettuccine nodded in response. "Well, that makes sense. Are you ready to have your birthday dinner? We spent the whole day making it!"

"Yes, I'm quite looking forward to it."

What Fettuccine didn't say was that Sieg and Freya were still putting the finishing touches on their desserts and that was why they didn't come to greet them. However, her husband seemed to understand that, and that was why he happily sat at the table.

"First is dinner, made by me and Kirby!"

Upon saying that, the pink puff walked out of the kitchen holding a plate full of chicken parmesan with a heaping side of pasta and a piece of garlic bread.

"Happy birthday, dad! I wanted to give you more than just this, but mom said it would be too much food, so I had to cut down on it."

Meta chuckled in response to that. "I appreciate the thought, but I do understand why she'd say that. Anyway, thank you for the food, I'm sure it will be delicious."

* * *

After finishing his dinner, he turned to Fettuccine and Kirby.

"Well, what did you think?"

"It was delicious, of course. I had no doubts about your cooking."

Both of them smiled, with Kirby tackling his father with a hug.

"I'm so glad you loved it! Happy birthday!"

"Yes, thank you, Kirby."

"But that's not the only thing, Metty. You also have dessert to eat."

Fettuccine walked into the kitchen for a moment and then followed Sieg and Freya out. The twins carried out two things, one was what appeared to be a plate of chocolate cake and the other appeared to be a giant chocolate ice cream sundae. Meta Knight hid his confusion and concern for what he was getting, willing to stomach down this meal for the sake of his children.

"Happy birthday, dad! We made these for you!" They both exclaimed with a hug.

"Thank you, Sieg, Freya." He then looked at the desserts. "Not that I'm unappreciative of it, but is there any reason why there's two dishes?"

"Um... we both had ideas of what we wanted to do but we couldn't decide..." Freya explained.

"We didn't wanna cheat and use the Cook Ability, so we did our best on our own..."

Her father nodded and then looked at both the dishes. The chocolate cake looked uneven and was covered in a mountain of frosting and occasional sprinkles. There was a message on it, but it was barely legible. For the sundae, it looked a bit neater, but at the same time it was also extremely messy, with a lot of its toppings starting to settle in the bottom of the giant bowl. Of course, there was chocolate ice cream and fudge, but there also was a notable coffee scent lingering near the bottom. Speaking of the bottom, there were brownie bites and chocolate chips starting to pile up there and the whipped cream was starting to slide to the bottom of the bowl. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel about them.

"I'm going to have the ice cream first because I know it'll melt if I let it sit out." Meta said, making it clear to Sieg that there was no favoritism involved.

The twins nodded and Meta took a bite of the sundae. Almost instantly, he was shocked! Quickly, he tried Sieg's dish and he was reeling from it. Not because they were bad, but quite the opposite! They were delicious!

"Fetty, try this!" Meta exclaimed, allowing his wife to have a bite.

Fettuccine tried a bite of the sundae, and she was blown away enough to try the cake, only to get the same reaction. "You both made these without the Cook Ability?!"

"Uh-huh!" Both twins nodded.

Meta stared for a moment and then stooped down to Sieg and Freya's level before giving them a hug.

"It's wonderful. Thank you so much." He uttered in a gentle voice and his heart melted when he saw their sparkling eyes in response to that. Almost instantly, he felt them tackle him while in his arms.

"Happy birthday, dad!"

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