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[nhmkhnh]

LIKE A CHAMP

CHARACTERS: VI ;; ELLIE WILLIAMS ;; ABBY ANDERSON ;; CHLOE PRICE

PAIRINGS: ALL X SUB!FEM!READER (one for each scenario) 

WARNING(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) 

TAGS: nerd!char ;; dom!char ;; oral (r. receiving) ;; they eat like possessed ;; messy ;; freaky oral skill for the first time ♡

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vi

she’d read so much about it. studied diagrams. highlighted sections. memorized articles. freaking annotated the “female pleasure handbook” like it was a holy text.

but none of it—none of it—could’ve prepared vi for the reality of having you spread out on her dorm bed, legs trembling, slick glistening in the glow of her laptop’s screen saver as you whimpered her name.

"jesus fuck—" she mumbled, almost to herself, as she settled between your thighs, eyes wide like a virgin in a hentai (which, okay, maybe she was, technically). her glasses fogged immediately. she didn’t care. just wiped them on her hoodie sleeve like she was prepping for a boss battle.

"tell me if i’m—fuck, okay—tell me if it feels good," she whispered, breath hot on your inner thigh. but before you could even answer, she dove.

tongue flat and trembling at first, nervous licks like she was still trying to map the shape of you—but vi was a nerd with a damn photographic memory, and the second she found your clit, it was over. she latched on like she was starved for it, making these greedy, wet noises that had your thighs clamping around her head within seconds.

she moaned—moaned—like she loved the way you shook. licked harder.

sucked like a champ.

and it wasn’t just her mouth. her big hands (the ones you’d ogled in class for months) held your hips down with this shaky but determined grip, pinky rings digging into your skin while her tongue circled, dragged, flicked—

"vi—vi—" your back arched. she whimpered into you.

you came. sudden. loud. a mess.

and vi? nearly fucking cried.

because you were still twitching, and she was still going, nose buried, hands tightening like she couldn’t stand to be away from the taste of you.

"fuck, oh my god," she panted against your cunt, voice ragged, flushed pink from nose to chest. "you taste so good. holy shit. did i do that? i did that, right? fuck—"

you tugged at her hoodie, dazed. "vi—baby, i came. you can stop—"

she looked up, glassy-eyed, lips shiny, pupils blown. "no. i-i wanna see if you can do it again."

then went back down like a goddamn legend.

and that night? vi learned two things:

1. she loves eating pussy.

2. she’s fucking terrifyingly good at it.

ellie williams

she’s sweating. hard. not from nerves—well, yes, nerves too—but mostly from being face-first in the wettest, prettiest pussy she’s ever seen in her entire goddamn life.

"okay," ellie mutters to herself, licking her lips as she stares, eyes dark and frantic. "okay. you studied for this. you trained for this. you watched the tutorials with the notebook and the captions on. you're built for this."

“ellie.” your voice trembles. “you okay down there?”

“y-yeah.” she adjusts her backwards cap with one hand like she’s entering the finals of the oral olympics. “just—gimme a sec.”

then she leans in.

her tongue starts off shaky—too high, too low, licking around like she’s still figuring out where to go. but then you gasp. her lashes flutter. she licks that exact same spot again.

and again.

“oh my fucking god,” she says under her breath, then locks in.

mouth sealed, tongue moving in tight, desperate little motions. sloppy. eager. like she’s been dreaming of this moment since junior year bio when you wore that short plaid skirt.

her hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise. you can feel how tense she is—shoulders flexing under her hoodie, hips rocking against the mattress from how riled up she is. she's moaning into you like she’s the one getting eaten out.

every time you whimper, she gets wilder.

when you arch your back, she pulls you deeper onto her face. when your thighs start shaking, she lets out this choked, needy groan and circles her tongue faster, hungrier, like she wants to break the damn sound barrier with how fast she’s going.

"fuck," you cry. "ellie—ellie, i’m gonna—"

she growls into your pussy. you cum so hard you nearly blackout.

and ellie? she’s fucking soaked. jeans wet, cheeks flushed, mouth still moving like she hasn’t noticed you finished.

you tug her up, breathless, heart slamming in your chest.

her face is drenched. chin wet, nose red, eyes wide and frantic like a deer in headlights.

"did—did i do it right?" she pants. “wait. was that too much? do i—can i do it again?”

you don’t answer. you just stare.

because holy shit.

ellie williams is a virgin. a nerd. a dork who plays guitar and stammers during group presentations.

and apparently?

a pussy devouring prodigy.

abby anderson

you knew abby was strong.

knew it when she carried your entire moving box haul up three flights of dorm stairs like it weighed nothing. knew it when her hoodie sleeves tugged tight around those god-tier biceps every time she flexed without realizing it.

what you didn’t know?

is that the same abby—nerdy, blushing, biochem honor student abby—would be so freakishly good with her mouth on your pussy. on her first try.

"is this okay?" she asks, kneeling on the floor while you’re sprawled across her bed, sweat-slick and ruined. her hands are on your thighs, holding you open with ridiculous gentleness for someone with arms like a demigod. her voice is breathy. hesitant.

you nod. more like whimper.

and abby—abby leans in with this reverent look, like she’s about to kiss something holy.

the first lick is soft. careful. a warm drag of her tongue that has her exhaling hard through her nose, eyes fluttering shut like she’s finally found a missing piece of herself between your thighs.

"jesus christ," she breathes. "you’re… you’re really sweet, huh?"

then she moans. loud. feral. like her brain short-circuited on flavor alone.

what follows is mayhem.

this sweet, shy, socially anxious jock girl turns into a pussy-drunk animal in real time—gripping your hips tighter, tongue moving with this wild, instinctual rhythm like she’s starving. her mouth’s everywhere—sucking, licking, messy as hell, nose bumping against your clit as her moans vibrate straight into your core.

she’s fucking losing it down there.

and you? you’re barely breathing. twitching. whimpering. cursing god and biology and everything that led to you being flat on your back getting ruined by a virgin who apparently made oral sex her one true religion.

"fuuuck," you cry out as your hips buck.

abby grunts, arms locking down like steel. "stay still, baby. i need—fuck, i need more—"

you cum so hard your ears ring.

she doesn’t stop.

your hands are in her braid, yanking, nails digging into her scalp, and still—she’s groaning into you, grinding her thighs together, tongue curling around your clit with terrifying precision like she’s been practicing in her head for years.

“abby—abby—please—” you whine.

she pulls back, chin drenched, lips shiny, pupils blown wide.

"you okay?" she pants, voice shaking. "did i… was that too much?"

you can’t speak.

she swipes her thumb across your cunt—gently—then sucks it into her mouth with this fucked-out sigh like she’s tasting honey straight from the jar.

“…can i do it again?”

chloe price

you always thought chloe talked a big game.

all that cocky smirking, the “yeah, i’ve done tons of stuff” energy, the cigarettes and leather jacket and endless flirtation—masking the fact that she’s never actually been between anyone’s legs before.

but now? now she’s got your thighs on her shoulders, face flushed, eyeliner smeared, and her voice cracking like a fucking teenage girl.

"holy shit. you’re so wet. are you—fuck—are you always like this?"

"chloe—"

"wait. waitwaitwait, i got this," she blurts out, slapping her hands to your hips like she’s steadying herself for a rollercoaster drop. her pupils are huge. she’s visibly trembling. still trying to act cool, even as her lips hover a breath away from your cunt.

then?

she dives in.

sloppy. enthusiastic. immediate mess.

chloe groans the moment her tongue hits you—like she’s tasting something she’s dreamed about a thousand times but didn’t think was real. her nose presses deep, her lips drag messily, open-mouthed kisses all over your clit like she doesn’t know where to focus—so she just does everything at once.

you jerk.

she moans.

"oh my fucking god," she rasps against your pussy, voice fucked raw. "this is so hot. i—i think i’m gonna die down here."

her hands are everywhere—clutching your thighs, squeezing your ass, sliding under your shirt like she can’t stand not touching all of you at once. her tongue gets more frantic by the second—circling, flicking, sucking like she’s chasing a high.

and the second you moan her name?

she loses all chill.

grabs your thighs like handlebars, drags you closer, then buries her tongue so deep into you that your back snaps off the bed.

“oh fuck— chloe—!”

you cum screaming.

and she rides it out like an absolute gremlin. groaning, humping the bed, tongue still going, tasting you like she’s tripping on something divine. one hand slips down her own jeans—desperate, needy—messy fingers working as she eats you through the aftershocks.

when she finally comes up for air, her face is destroyed. hair tangled. nose shiny. lip ring wet. and that stupid, perfect, smug little grin already back.

"guess i’m a natural," she pants, voice wrecked.

you try to speak. fail.

she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, glances down at you, eyes dark and full of mischief.

“…wanna see if i can make you blackout?”

[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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[reigningqueenofwords]

Because I Know You

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,990 Warnings: Angst, unplanned teen pregnancy, Dean's a dick Request: @viviwatchestv dean and #9 “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.” would just be perfect!

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Part 1 of It's Not Mine

Pulling out your keys, you made your way up the walkway to your house. “Y/N!” You stopped when you heard your name. “Got a sec?” Dean asked as he jogged up to you. 

“Sure, what’s up?” You smiled up at him. You’d grown up next to Dean your entire life, and along the way you’d fallen for him. However, you doubted that the 18 year old in front of you saw you that way. You were 16, in band (you wanted something on your transcripts for college and didn’t want to make that something a sport), and he’d seen you through the most awkward teen phases. Safe to say, you felt keeping him as a friend was the best bet. 

He smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. “You know how me and Lisa split a couple weeks ago?” He asked. Of course you knew! How could you not. It was not only around school, but he’d texted you at 2am, drunk, asking you to come sit out back with him. “Well, I bought prom tickets. Prom is in a week. I don’t want to just ask someone random. So, I thought of you. Wanna be my date to prom?” 

Your eyes went wide. “You want me…to go to prom with you?” You asked, clearly surprised. 

“Of course.” He said it like it was the most simple idea in the world. “You were there for me, and I think you’d have fun.” He shrugged. “I’d rather bring a friend than just pick someone at school.” 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You smiled, the butterflies going nuts in your stomach. “I’ll see what I can do about a dress.” Talk about cutting it close! Maybe one of your senior band mates had one from junior prom that you could borrow. “Is it just you and Sam tonight?” You noted that John’s truck was missing from the driveway.

He nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, working late again.”

You chewed on your lip for a moment. “It’s just me for dinner tonight. My parents are on a date. Want to come over in like half an hour? I can make dinner for the three of us?” You offered. Thankfully, your parents trusted the Winchester boys. Sam a little more than Dean, but you assumed that’s because they could tell you had a major crush on the eldest. 

“Sure! See you then. I’ll bring the soda.” He chuckled. 

Your mother had made sure that you got a dress that you loved, wanting your first prom to be a wonderful memory. It had taken three shops to find one, but the second you saw the Y/F/C floor length dress, you instantly crossed your fingers that they had your size. And, they had. 

Walking down the stairs to the living room where Dean, your parents, and John were, you had a tint to your cheeks. You still couldn’t believe that you were going to prom with Dean . Even as ‘friends’. “You look beautiful.” Dean complimented you. 

“Thank you. You look very handsome.” You told him. 

“Don’t you two make the cutest couple.” Your mother gushed. 

Groaning, you shook your head. “Mom, we’re friends.” You reminded her. 

John smiled at you. “You do look beautiful, sweetheart.” He told you. Part of him was reminded of those days where he’d taken Mary out dancing, and she got all dolled up. “Dean, be respectful.” He warned his son, his tone entirely different than it ever was with you. 

“He always is.” You assured him softly. There was always a tension in the room when the Winchester men were together. It was something you were used to. You had fond memories of John with the boys, you also had memories that you wished you could erase.

“Alright, pictures!” Your dad broke the awkwardness, grabbing his camera. 

That had been two months ago. Dean was…off after that night. You couldn’t understand what you had done. You’d tried to stop and talk to him if you saw him leaving his house, but nothing. Even in school it was like he didn’t know who you were. It hurt a lot. 

Finally, you’d had enough. You really needed to speak with him. You knew he was home because you saw the Impala, and that John wasn’t. Sam wouldn’t butt into anything, so you felt now was the best time to go about things. 

Walking up to the door, you knocked. You weren’t leaving until you talked to Dean. You didn’t care if you had to tackle the man. Not getting an answer, you knocked even harder. “Dean! I know you’re home!” You called out, clearly annoyed.

Sam was the one to answer a moment later. “Y/N? You okay?” He asked. 

“No, I need to talk to your brother.” You sighed. “I know he’s home, can you either tell him to come talk to me, or tell me where he is?” 

He looked over his shoulder. “Um…”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tell me now, or I’ll tell Gracie you have a crush on  her.” You threatened. He did, but Sam wasn’t the type to actually tell her. 

“He’s in his room.” He said quickly, letting you by. 

“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile before making your way up the stairs. Without knocking, you walked in his room. 

“What the hell?” He snapped, getting up from where he was lounging, playing a video game. 

You blocked the door, glaring at him. “I need to talk to you.” You snapped. “First, why they hell have you avoided me like the plague?” You asked, trying to hold onto that anger and not let him see how hurt you really were. “You went from being my friend to pretending I don’t exist.” 

“What, did you think that because we slept together that we’d be together or something?” He shot back. 

“No! But I didn’t think sleeping together meant I’d lose a friendship that means a lot to me, either.” You countered. “Did something break in that brain of yours? Telling you that suddenly you can’t even say ‘hi’ to me?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I slept with my last boyfriend and even he doesn’t act like I’m not there if we pass each other in the hallway!” 

Dean rolled his eyes. He knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t help it. He did care, far too much. So, he was pushing you away. You’d move on, graduate in a couple years, and leave town. You had a future outside of Lawrence. He didn’t. “I regret ever asking you to prom.” He lied. He’d had a great time, and had a copy of the pictures in his nightstand drawer. Your dad had dropped them off a week after prom. 

That pulled the mask of anger off your face, and he could tell how much that hurt you. “It’s not like you can go back in time and change that, Dean.” You told him, scrambling to get that anger back. The last thing you wanted was to start crying in front of him, when he clearly didn’t care about you like you thought that he did. You thought he at least cared about you as a friend. How wrong were you? “I’m pregnant, Dean.” You told him, ripping off the bandaid. 

“It’s not mine.” It was a knee jerk reaction. 

“It’s yours!” 

“We used a condom, Y/N.” He ground out. 

“I know. I was there.” You said sarcastically. “You’re the only person I’ve slept with since like November of last year.” Did he think you were just out here sleeping with anyone? 

Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, from what I hear you’re pretty close to some of the guys in band.” He knew that was low. That was a rumor that was started by a girl who hated you for some dumb reason. 

John came in, hearing yelling from upstairs. He moved to the living room where Sam was on his laptop with headphones on. Clearly he didn’t want to listen to Dean and you fighting. He couldn’t figure out why the two of you were fighting, though. He turned to see you coming down the stairs. You hadn’t seen him as you turned to glare at Dean. “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.” Which was true. You’d heard some of the fights Dean and the eldest Winchester had. Dean was parroting those words at you. 

“What the hell is going on?” John asked, making you jump. You knew that tone. John had been drinking. 

“Nothing.” Dean snapped, his eyes never leaving you. “She was just leaving.” He needed you to leave. He needed you to go before he broke. Dean saw the pain in your eyes, and he was the reason. Years down the line you’d think back to the asshole who said some very mean things to you. He just hoped that didn’t stop you from finding someone who cared for you. He didn’t know if you were really pregnant, and if you were…if it was really his. Like he’d said, he’d used a condom. 

“Fuck you.” You spat at Dean, rushing out. 

John watched you go, then turned to Dean. “What did you do?!” 

Dean shot him a look. “Who says I did a damn thing?” Great, now he’d spend the next couple hours arguing with a drunk John.  

“Because I know you!” He threw his hands up. “You do realize you will have to make up, right. You two are friends and she lives right next door.” 

“Not for long.” He turned and made his way back to his room. 

You found out that Dean moved out days later. Sam saw you taking a walk and joined you. “What did you and Dean fight about? He moved out. Went to stay with our Uncle Bobby and work for him.” He told you. 

Swallowing, your eyes watered. “I’m pregnant. It’s Dean’s.” You sighed. “He’d been ignoring me after prom. I went to ask why and tell him about the baby. He doesn’t believe it’s his.” And now he’d left town. That spoke volumes. 

“Jesus. I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. 

“And the day I was going to tell my parents they told me they’re getting a divorce.” You couldn’t believe this was going to be your life. Pregnant at 16, and your parents splitting up. “My mom is buying a house the next town over. I’ll be going with her.” While you adored your father, you really needed your mom right now. 

Sam gave you a sad smile. “Well, I’m still here. If you ever need to talk, or want to hang out.” He hoped the pair of you would remain friends. And he wanted to be there for you and the baby. Even if his brother wouldn’t. 

You turned and hugged him. “Thank you. That means a lot.” 

He easily hugged you back. “You’re welcome. Does my dad know?” He wondered. 

“No, not yet.” You pulled back, letting out a breath. “My dad is gonna have him over for beers and talk to him. Maybe grill up some streaks. My mom is taking me out tonight for dinner, wanna come?” 

“Sure.” He smiled as the pair of you started walking again, letting the silence take over. 

A month later, you and your mother packed up and moved. She’d found a cute three bedroom house, wanting the baby to have its own room. You’d cried. A lot. A tiny part of you still hoped that Dean would come around, and just be a father. John was pissed as hell at Dean, and just disappointed in you. However, he was at least wanting to be involved. 

Your mother opted to homeschool you for your last two years in high school. It just made the most sense, since you were due in February. Sure, you could have made it most of your junior year, but you would have been miserable. You and Sam met up now and then to study together, and Dean was never mentioned. You never asked, and he never brought him up. It was something that was appreciated. 

On February 14th, you gave birth to your little boy. John, Sam, and your father were in the waiting room, eager to meet him. You named him Daniel Noah Winchester, and you were in love instantly. Your mother was emotional watching her 17 year old welcoming her own baby, but knew that you’d be okay. 

After you graduated, you decided online college was the best bet for you. Daniel was the most important part of your life, and you had a part time job. You didn’t want to spend even more time away from the toddler. 

That part time job was where you met Mitchell. He knew about Daniel, and understood that you didn’t want to introduce them right away. He was 21 to your 20, easy going, and made you laugh. You didn’t even know he was everything you wanted in a guy, because you hadn’t been looking for one. 

Dean thought about you from time to time. It was hard not to. Especially after John called and chewed him out for walking away from you and the baby. Dean still felt it wasn’t his, but refused to go back to find out. He didn’t go home for any holidays, either. The last thing he wanted was to risk running into you. 

That changed six years after he’d left. Sam begged him to come home for Christmas because he was bringing his fiance, Jess, home. He wanted the two of them to meet. So, he caved. Pulling into the driveway of his childhood home, he slipped out of the car. Hearing laughter, he turned and sucked in a breath. There you were, holding the hand of a little boy, and on the other side of the little boy was some guy he didn’t recognize. 

Feeling eyes on you, you looked from your son to see Dean. It was the first time you’d seen him since that day you told him about Daniel. You wanted to be civil, so you gave him a half wave. “Mommy?” 

“Yes, baby?” You asked, thinking maybe he wanted to go in. 

“Can we see if Uncle Sam and Grandpa can come play in the snow with me?” He asked, hopeful. 

You gave him a small smile and nodded. “Sure thing.” 

Mitchell smiled. “You guys do that. I’m going to join your dad in the heat.” He chuckled. “Have fun.” He told Daniel. He kissed your cheek before making his way up the walkway. 

Dean watched, frozen in place. He then saw you walking towards him. The closer you got, the more he could tell you weren’t lying. That little boy was a tiny clone of him at that age. Were you coming to talk to him?! 

However, you said nothing as you got close, simply going to the door. John answered, and Dean watched the little boy launch himself at the older man. “Hi, Grandpa!” 

“Someone wants to know if his Grandpa and Uncle Sam can play in the snow with him.” You smiled as John held Daniel. 

John grinned. “Sure thing, kiddo.” He agreed easily. “Go get Uncle Sam. He’s in the living room.” He put Daniel down, laughing as his feet were barely on the ground before he took off running. When he looked back to you, he spotted Dean coming up, bag in hand. “You’re gonna have to use the pullout in the living room.” He told his son. 

“What, why?” He furrowed his brows. “What happened to my room?” 

“Turned it into a room for Danny.” He shrugged. 

“Danny?” He asked, then it occurred to him. “Oh.” He was clearly bothered by this, but said nothing. His heart ached. He had been such a dumbass! 

“Come on, Grandpa! Uncle Sam is outside already!” Came Daniel’s voice from the kitchen, making you chuckle. 

“Go have a date with Mitch. I got him.” John smiled at you. With that, he pulled on his boots and jacket to go join Sam and Daniel. He found Jess watching them from the kitchen window. “Looking forward to the future?” He asked. 

She beamed. “Yes, I am.” She agreed honestly. 

The door was shut and you turned to leave, surprised when Dean put his hand on your arm to stop you. “What, Dean?” You sighed, looking at him. What could he possibly have to say to you after all this time? 

“I’m sorry.” He tried. 

“Okay?” What did he expect from you? 

He looked like he was hurt, but that wasn’t your fault. “So, it looks like he’s close to my family.” He noted. 

You nodded. “He is. John hasn’t had a drop of alcohol since he was born.” You told him, noting the look of surprise on his face. “You’ll see a bunch of pictures hung up when you go in there.” He’d get to see all the moments he missed, all the memories he wasn’t a part of, and he’d see that your son was loved. 

“Can we talk, please?” He asked. 

“Not tonight.” You said simply. “Maybe tomorrow. Now, excuse me. I’d like to get my husband so we can go on that date.” 

Dean swallowed, looking down. “Okay.” He nodded a bit. “Can you just tell me my son’s name?” 

You gave him a look. “ My son’s name is Daniel Noah Winchester.” 

“He has my last name?” He asked, clearly shocked. 

“No. He has your father and brother’s last name.” You countered. “His father might be an asshole, but his uncle and grandfather have been amazing. Goodnight, Dean.” 

“Night.” He said softly, watching you walk away. What would have life been like if he hadn’t left? What would it have been like if he didn’t claim your baby wasn’t his? 

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Purr-fect Moments at the Omega Café, part 1 🐈‍⬛

It’s not easy trying to run a business when you’re an Omega, and Steve sometimes struggles. He owns an Omega kitty café—like a cat café, apart from customers pay for an hour of snuggles with a ‘comfort’ Omega with their coffee.

Enter Alpha pastry-supplier Eddie, who turns out to be in need of some serious kitty comforts. He also might just make the perfect guard-dog for a group of undefended Omegas… If only Steve could stop longing to snuggle Eddie for all the ‘wrong’ reasons.

(This is not set in the same universe as Love and other Catastrophes at the Omega Café.  I wanted to write more Omega kitty café fic, but didn’t want to disrupt the arc of the previous fic… so I guess it’s an AU of that fic/set up.) Should be done in 2-3 chapters (ish!). For @steddiebingo fill, ‘Chastity.’

Rating: M; Words; 4868; Tags: o!Steve, a!Eddie, barista steve, comfort Omega steve, baker eddie, friends to lovers, mutual pining, friends/idiots to lovers, angst and emotional hurt/comfort, with a happy ever after. CW: mention of heats and sex toys, past unhappiness (steve’s evil dad, and losing his beloved mom) sick character (tho they're not going to die... did I mention the happy ever after?)Read here on AO3

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Chapter 1

Steve’s Monday morning already sucked worse than usual.

He was straight off a sleepless night with end-of-heat cramps, and was rushing around like a crazy thing trying to get the café ready for opening, when…

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

He jumped an inch in the air. The coffee beans he’d been pouring into the grinder scattered and rolled off in every direction across the café floor.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, BANG!

At the repeated knocking on the front door, Steve nearly yelled, Will you get lost already? He squealed in exasperation, and in slight fear, too. They’d had quite a few ‘problem’ customers lately. Always a risk for an Omega trying to run a business, especially one like ‘Purr-fect Moments.’

“Sorry, we’re not open yet,” he called, voice shaky.

“Munson’s Munchies? Got your pastries!”

Steve froze for a sec, before hurrying to let the delivery guy in. That shout wasn’t Wayne Munson. However, the white van Steve now spied between the slats of the blinds was Wayne’s. The smells drifting from it were, if anything, even better than the usual levels of ‘Munson’s Munchies’ yum. He unchained the door, opened it a crack… and suppressed another squeal.

The good-looking guy with his arms stacked with three cardboard trays of sumptuous baked goods was an Alpha. The spike in Steve’s blood screamed it, before he’d even latched onto the Alpha fangs revealed by the newcomer’s slowly spreading grin.

“You wear those things all the time, Honey?” asked the Alpha.

“Huh?” Steve blinked at him.

“The cat ears?”

“Right! They’re, uh, part of the gig. I style my hair around them first thing, so they’re kinda sprayed into place. I use a lot of product so…” Steve realized he was babbling on like an idiot.

Yes, he spent most of his life wearing a cutesy set of kitty ears. This was an Omega comfort-kitty café, after all. The menu listed the price for a calming hour snuggling a gently purring Omega, alongside those for the cinnamon buns and mochas.

“I don’t wear them in bed, if that’s what you mean,” he mumbled, then mentally facepalmed as hard as he blushed.

Wtf, Harrington?

The Alpha was still grinning. Dopily. His long dark hair was scraped back into a messy bun that was, like the rest of him, doing crazy things to Steve’s brain chemistry.

“Where d’ya want the pastries, Sweetheart?”

“Oh, anywhere.” Steve stepped aside, chewing his lip nervously. Alarm bells chimed faintly—he’d just let a strange Alpha into his café. On the other hand, Wayne had mentioned getting in help. If Wayne trusted this dude, so did Steve, right? “Mind the mess,” he said, as the Alpha literally crunched his way across the café floor. “There are spilled coffee beans. Like, everywhere.”

“Monday mornings, huh? Not a fan either. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Oh, uh… I’m… uh… Steve.” Steve nibbled and wetted his lips.

“Nice little place you got here, Steve. You the boss?”

“Yeah.” Woah! Few Alphas made that assumption. “My mom set it up, and now… yeah, I do the best I can. With a lot of help from my friends.”

Eddie placed the pastries on the counter and flashed another sizzling grin. Steve squirmed on his toes, feeling like he was blushing everywhere.

Eddie was scary.

The design on his t-shirt was, frankly, horrifying, covered in what looked like blood-spatter and slimy goo. He’d gotten tattoos of bats and skeletons and other terrifying beasties flapping and creeping up his arms.

And Steve was as hungry to lick Eddie’s dimples and ridiculously pillowy lips as he was for the pastries, which was insane. 

Steve didn’t do Alphas.

He didn’t want one, or as a rule, trust them. Besides, that smell sending him weak at the knees must be the pastries. The air-fresheners and blocker-chemicals in the café neutralised most sexual pheromones, especially punchy Alpha ones, and Steve badly craved a sugar rush.

“Anything else I can do to help?” asked Eddie, sidestepping a dainty afternoon tea table, as he headed back across the café.

“No, thanks. I’m good.” Steve snapped his chin up. He’d been fixating on the snug fit of Eddie’s ripped jeans, particularly around the crotch. “Um, Wayne always delivers to the other entrance. Will he be back tomorrow?”

“’Fraid not.” The Alpha sighed toward a fluffy purple rug, and his face twitched strangely. “He’s in hospital.”

Steve’s stomach dropped like a stone. “Shit! Is it serious?”

“Honestly, Honey? I dunno.”

Wayne. In hospital. Possibly seriously ill. Steve stared through Eddie like the Alpha had vanished. No, not Wayne. Not kind, ever-supportive Wayne…

“Christ, Steve, you look like you need a hug.”

Steve barely took in the words. His knees wobbled as dramatically as his lower lip. The Alpha approached, and Steve hunched in on himself, braced for… something. Instead, Eddie opened his arms, a respectful foot away, and the pull proved magnetic. Steve tumbled forward, strong Alpha arms banded around him, and he buried his face in Eddie’s t-shirt. His arms hugged around the Alpha’s neck like a crazy little spider-monkey scared of falling out of its tree.

“Hey, it’s all right, Sweetheart.” Eddie rubbed circles between Steve’s shoulder-blades. “Sorry I scared you. Listen, this is Wayne, huh? He’d be cut up if I told him you were upset, and… he’s gonna pull through, okay?”

Steve sniffled into Eddie’s solid chest. “I’m sorry. It was… kinda the last straw today. Running a business as an Omega is hard. Most people try to con you, trip you up, but n-not Wayne. N-never Wayne. He’s the best, and… and, I don’t feel so great this morning… and th-the m-mess, and… Oh crap, I’m making this all about me. I’m such an unforgivable moron.”

“Hush, you’re good.” Eddie patiently soothed and rocked him, while Steve whimpered, and his inner voice sniped, What the hell are you doing snivelling all over a stranger, and an Alpha one at that? “You know, you’re my last delivery. I really can stay and help sweep up those beans. What d’ya say, Kitty-cat?”

“Huh?”

Steve peeped up through the blur of his lashes. Eddie’s eyes were chocolate-cinnamon whirlpools that seemed to suck him in.

Kind eyes. Not something he ever expected in an Alpha. They were a little like Wayne’s.

“Steve? You want me to stay and help?”

Steve nodded vacantly. While his heart still bled for Wayne, the rest of his ditzy O-head senses were going crazy for pastries again. He inhaled a fruity hint of blueberry, mingled with still-warm all-butter pastry and bitter dark chocolate, apart from…

He plastered his wet face against the Alpha’s throat, snuffling and rooting around.

Oooooooh, that makes sense!

The irresistible smell was not the muffins, nor even the cacao-and-honey swirls. The most sumptuous threads of fresh bakery goods radiated from Eddie’s scent gland.

Steve wallowed in it, all but chewed on it, while Eddie’s delicious musk fizzed and frothed to every corner of his lungs. Then a laugh rumbled from the Alpha’s chest: “You scenting me there, Kitty?”

“Shit!” Steve jumped away, sending a chair toppling, and sweeping his hair from his clammy brow. “Oh my God, I honestly don’t know what came over me. Christ! I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He straightened the chair, checked his kitty ears hadn’t been unsettled then started pacing, arms wrapped tight around himself. He wished he could burrow beneath a fuzzy beanbag and hide. “I’ve been a Comfort Omega since I was 19! I’m on major hormone suppressants! I’ve never, ever, done anything inappropriate like that, and… and… I drooled on your t-shirt!”

“Relax, Steve.” Eddie’s squeeze of his shoulder stilled his feet and calmed him slightly. “Look, I reckon we both needed a hug this morning, and the hospital won’t let me see my uncle till noon. I can hang around, or do I give you some space?”

Wayne was Eddie’s uncle?

Steve gawked up at him, on the verge of losing his shit again. He’d been sobbing over Wayne, when it must be so much worse for Eddie. Whose kind, reassuring gaze captured Steve’s and held it. Another gentle squeeze, and Steve was okay again.

Steve didn’t think. He just said it: “Please can you stay, Alpha?”

“Sure thing, little Omega.”

Steve giggled.  He’d never called anyone Alpha before. Freaky. A slip of the tongue, right?

Yeah, right, Harrington. You never scented anybody before either, not like that…

Fortunately, the next half hour proved too busy and fun for Steve to dwell on anything. Eddie swept up the beans, Steve grinded more, then they both swore at the coffee machine till it cranked into life. After that, Eddie arranged the pastries, while Steve prepped the sandwich fillings and found himself telling Eddie how he—aged twenty-two— wound up being one of the few Omegas in the city to run his own business.

It'd all started when his mom, also an Omega, ran away from his Alpha dad when Steve was still a little kid. She’d heard that lone Omegas could get along easily in the city.

She’d heard wrong. It was slightly less tough than in a province where Omegas were property.

But easy? Nah.

“Without ID or papers that would lead us back to my dad, it was either sex work or a comfort Omega. Obviously, she took the latter. The pay was a joke. With Omegas, everyone gives the lowest wages they can get away with… tho’ Momma was smart. She scrimped and saved and eventually set up this place. ‘Course, she didn’t want me working here. I was supposed to go to college, but let’s just say, I wasn’t as smart as her and then she… passed… so…”

Crap.

Steve’s lip was wobbling again. By this time, they were drinking extra-shot lattes, and stuffing caramel brownies, and he found he couldn’t look Eddie in the eye.

Eddie was an Alpha.

Steve had basically been whining his head off about what douchebags most Alphas were.

“Wow,” said Eddie, placing down his drink. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Steve almost snapped it. “Honestly, I’m proud we survived, I guess. It’s been tough without her. I mean, for an Omega, she was super-well respected.” Okay, and he was gonna have to move on from this topic, or the tears would be unstoppable. “I’m getting by. There’s three of us Omegas. Carol, Chrissy and I take turns on kitty and barista duties. My friend Robin—she’s a Beta—does the accounts, and Wayne’s always been a rock.”

“For you and me both, Sweetheart.”

 Eddie sighed sadly, and Steve desperately wanted to offer him an hour of free kitty cuddles. He’d do his bestest to pump out all the comfort vibes his little Omega self could conjure. After he scented Eddie, tho’, dare he trust himself?

Jesus Christ! It wasn’t like Steve didn’t know about that magnetic pull between Alphas and Omegas. Yeah, he’d felt a fizzle of attraction to the occasional Alpha, sometimes even that delicious melty feeling, deep inside. Never wanted to act on it, tho’. He was used to bodily contact, used to keeping sexual feelings out of it without much difficulty… but Eddie?

Nope, Steve couldn’t lose control like that again.

Conversation, fortunately, flowed on easy enough. As they finished their drinks, Eddie explained how Wayne had pretty much raised him. Eddie had returned to keep Wayne’s ‘Munson’s Munchie’s’ afloat when Wayne got sick, following several years travelling around and gigging with his band.

“Wow! What’s your group called?” asked Steve.

“Corroded Coffin.” Eddie beamed toothily, pointing to his t-shirt.

“Oh, that’s what it says!” Steve squinted at the stylised text between the mess. “Couldn’t tell. Too much slime and blood spatter.”

Eddie hooted. Steve quailed at his own cheek. He was bantering with an Alpha like they were his friend or something and they’d somehow gravitated pretty close on the sofa. The heat and faint scent rolling off Eddie was tantalizing.

And Steve was dying, simply dying, to bury his face once more in that demonic blood-spatter shirt.

“Listen,” said Eddie. “I really gotta go, but—"

“Oh, Diiiingus! Where aaaaaare yooooou?” Robin’s voice sliced between them. Steve squeaked, and Eddie looked up sharply.  “Oh! Who’s your friend?”

Robin had slipped in the backdoor, followed by Chrissy, and Carol’s Beta boyfriend, Tommy. He hung around being annoying when he’d gotten nothing better to do. Even, so it seemed, when Carol didn’t start her shift till noon.

“This is, um… erm… Eddie,” said Steve. Christ! Once more, he fluffed the simplest question ever. His friends standing there gawking like he’d been discovered giving the Alpha a full-on kitty-boy lap-dance didn’t help. And that was not an image he needed swimming around his airhead little skull, because it was so NOT HIM and yet… “He’s Wayne’s nephew,” Steve stuttered out.

“Cool,” said Robin. “Nice to meet you. You do realize it’s ten past ten, Steve? You got customers waiting out front.”

Steve shot off to flip over the ‘closed’ sign and let them in. The second dude through the door was a regular, Dan, a hot-shot banking exec who came for kitty cuddles to de-stress. He looked cranky, and for a second Steve was scared he’d get his head chewed off about the late opening.

Then Dan saw Eddie. Standing beside Steve, his folded arms displaying the ‘sweet tatties’ he’d started telling Steve the history of. His grin revealed those Alpha fangs, which gleamed in the morning sun like a crocodile’s.

The banker wandered off to wait for his tiramisu iced-whipped latte, and kitty. Tommy stuffed a chocolate-and-peppermint cookie he totally hadn’t paid for in his mouth.

“See you tomorrow?” asked Eddie.

“Sure!” chirped Steve, forgetting even to snap at Tommy. “Delivery back entrance is down the passageway to the right. You can, erm, come to the front if you’d rather, tho’.”

“Back is fine.”

Eddie nodded his goodbye, and, after Steve called, “Give my love to Wayne,” he headed off.

“Bet you’d let that dude use any passage.” Tommy reached for another pastry. Steve slapped his wrist. “Ow! Fuuuuck.”

“He seems nice, Steve.” Robin waggled her brows. “Sure keeps the customers in their playpens. Gonna be keeping him around?”

“Why? As a bodyguard?” Steve harrumphed. For the first time in a while, he realized how tired and fading heat-pangy he still was. “Jesus, I don’t need an Alpha to defend my chastity or something! We’ve always been fine without.”

“All right. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Shit-bird.”

Steve glared at her, tho’ not with any real intent. To be honest, he knew she was only looking out for him. There’d always been the odd troublesome customer, who figured you could touch a comfort Omega anywhere you chose. It had happened from time-to-time when his momma had been in charge. Since ‘little Stevie’ took over? Yeah, it’d got worse, and lately, some guy, Jason, had booked waaaay too many snuggle sessions with Chrissy than Steve was happy with.

He was an Alpha, and while he’d not broken any of the café rules barring intimate petting, he was pretty intense. They all felt on edge around him. Even Carol had agreed that Steve had been right not to surrender to her suggestion that they wore velvet kitty collars with jingly bells. He feared even the ears gave the wrong idea sometimes, tho’ they all agreed it helped get them ‘in character.’ Anyhow, most of the customers doted on them in more-or-less the right way and were fine with the rules.

There was no sign of Jason this morning. So that was good. Robin and Tommy left for their jobs elsewhere, and Steve knuckled down to make drinks. Then Chrissy switched onto the barista machine, and Steve moved onto kitty duties.

He laid his head on a pillow in a young Beta woman’s lap and let himself be petted. Her vibes were totally miserable. His chest flooded with sympathy, and he purred his head off, hoping he offered her a teeny moment of comfort. She seemed to relax a bit, twiddling his ears and stroking the soft fleecy fabric of his not-too-tight fitting clothes.

Steve took some pride in a job well done.

Trouble was, he couldn’t help dreaming about doing this for Eddie. Scratch that. He wanted to scent Eddie again and bask in that fresh pastry yumminess so damn much.

Then he silently scolded himself, because that wasn’t what being a comfort Omega was about, and what would his momma say, and… dammit, no! He wasn’t into Eddie like that, not really.

By the time Eddie arrived the next morning, Steve had everything set up and ready. The coffee machine was primed to go, the rugs were crumb free, and the floor shone immaculately. Steve had woken at five, buzzing with nervous excitement, and he’d figured he might as well get up and get on. They had a whole hour for bubble tea and chatting, and Tommy and Carol joined them at the end, which both frustrated then emboldened Steve.

“Are you going to see Wayne?” asked Steve, when Eddie hauled himself up from a beanbag to leave. Eddie nodded. “How about passing this on?”

He curled his arms around Eddie, and rested his cheek, chastely, beneath Eddie’s shoulder. A purr exploded, completely impromptu. Eddie answered it with a deep rumbling growl. He hugged Steve tight, and a gust of Alpha musk turned Steve wibbly and… Ugh, was that a trickle of slick in his panties?

Don’t scent him, Harrington! This is a comfort hug, remember? Prove you can control yourself, that yesterday was just a one-off blip at the end of your heat…

As if on cue, he detected a bitter note of sadness mingling with Eddie’s bakery yum, and it pulled Steve back from the brink. Eddie released him.

“I’ll pass it on,” said Eddie, kinda misty. “Uh, your kitty ears are wonky.”

Yeah, Steve had styled his hair in a hurry and had skimped on product. He did everything in a hurry to have more time with Eddie.

“Oh, thanks. Um… Your hair is sort of falling out of its bun. May I?”

“Only if I can, Kitty-cat.” Eddie straightened Steve’s cat ears. Steve reached to hook a few of Eddie’s stray tresses back into place. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath till Eddie had gone and he released it in a rush, flopping back, dizzy, into an extra-bouncy armchair.

Over the next few days, they fell into a little routine. Steve couldn’t help thinking that Eddie was also getting up even earlier than usual to get baking, perhaps speeding through his previous deliveries. Either way, they somehow managed to get more and more time together, mainlining caffeine, and talking about life and shit.

Steve started to bring a change of panties to work, too. Yes, he responded to Eddie far too strongly. He was gonna have to deal and hopefully it would pass. And yes, one night, he was so stupidly wet, aching so bad inside, that he got out his chunkiest heat toy then whispered Eddie’s name as he clenched around the vibrating plastic.

And yes, yes, OH YES! He was insane about Eddie Munson. He had the biggest crush of his ditzy little O-head life. He stuffed so many pastries failing to recreate the ‘high’ from sniffing Eddie, he was surprised he could still fit his favorite teeny shorts.

But Steve Harrington didn’t do Alphas, and Eddie? Perhaps his skin tingled when he touched Steve, like Steve’s did when Eddie as much as brushed his hand. The warmth in Eddie’s eyes maybe whispered of more than friendship. Maybe. If Eddie wanted anything more, he didn’t say.

Besides, Steve had never even been friends with an Alpha before. This was an epic learning curve already.

So, Steve battled his unwanted impulses, popped extra suppressant pills, and stuck to his usual lines during their chats: “You know, after seeing my mom and dad together, I knew I didn’t wanna get married. Obviously, my father was a grade-A jerk who spent his entire life shouting, and I’ll never say never and all. Truth is, I’m simply too busy running the café for courting.”

“I hear ya,” said Eddie, between slurps of his strawberry-fudge mocha. “You’re Momma Kitty now. Got your little brood to take care of.”

“I guess,” said Steve, suddenly flat. In the past, he’d always been surprised and happy when Alphas listened to him at all, let alone took his modest business ambitions seriously.

Not this time, apparently. Eddie was spoiling him.

“Gotta admit,” said Eddie, “never really done dating either. Played the field on the road, fooled around a ton, and now—”

“Too freakin’ busy, huh?” squeaked Steve. “Courting not for you?”

“Guess not.” Eddie blasted out the words like a dragon puffing smoke, then dashed away his cream moustache with another huff.

Steve adored having Eddie around, tho’. As a friend. The Alpha started dropping in at the end of the day, too, for an old-school ice slushie and a chat. Once the café had closed, and Steve was cleaning up, he even let Eddie play ‘Corroded Coffin’ tracks through the sound system.

The songs were shouty and very loud, the lyrics as blood-drenched as Eddie’s t-shirts. Everything Steve hated. Apart from he didn’t hate Eddie’s songs as much as he expected. He literally adored Eddie’s raspy voice, which made the pit of his stomach stir, hot and liquidy.

“Thought you said you didn’t do love songs?” teased Steve, picking out a lyric about a heart being scraped out with ‘burning devil love-claws.’

 “This is about as mellow and soft rock as we get,” conceded Eddie. “Hey, you gonna let me slip it on your café playlist?” Steve almost tripped over his bucket. “A little respite from the Enya hell-loop?”

“Jesus, Eddie, do you want to slay my customers?”

Eddie pouted. Wow. Since when could Alphas look cute? “Only in an ice-cool ax-man way.”

“Still a ‘no,’ Eddie.” Steve giggled his head off.

The next day, Eddie texted to say he was running late, having spent extra time at the hospital with Wayne. He still proved a lifesaver, after Jason got Chrissy trapped beneath his ‘petting’ hands in his lap.

“C’mon, Darlin’.” Jason leaned over the obviously uncomfortable ‘kitty,’ deaf to Steve’s tapping toe and increasingly panicked reminders that they were already ten past closing. “We don’t have to end this here. Please let me buy you din—”

Eddie walked in. Somehow, angry Alpha vibes cut through all the chemical blockers.

Or maybe it was Eddie’s guttural growl, bared fangs, and red-hot-pokers glare. Jason snarled back, getting up, shoulders squaring. Eddie casually smacked his be-ringed fist into his palm, and Jason scuttled off with his tail between his legs.

“I catch you within a mile of this place, I’ll gut you!” roared Eddie, which Steve hadn’t expected and Eddie’s subsequent foul-mouthed tirade smothered both Steve and Chrissy’s squeals.

Seeing Eddie shouting was shocking and terrifying.

On this occasion, Steve was hardly gonna complain.

After cuddling Chrissy calm again, and calling Robin to pick her up, Steve hugged his thanks to Eddie, hugged him so hard. “Hey, you’re shaking, Steve,” said Eddie.

“I’m good.” Steve smiled tremulously up at Eddie, trying to convince himself as much as anything. “Honestly!”

It screwed him up that he couldn’t defend his kitties. He’d finally twigged that was the reason Robin and Tommy hung around so much. Obviously, Eddie felt similarly protective.

He tried to cling to the upside. He was really, really lucky to have such good friends.

And seeing Eddie going all, well, Alpha like that?

That night, after Steve had calmed down, he got out his sex toys again. He dreamed about what it might really be like for Eddie to steal away his precious chastity.

The next Monday morning, Steve arrived at the cafe extra early. He wanted to perfect a new choc-orange mocha that he figured Eddie would enjoy. At half past nine, tho’, he was sitting on the sofa, hunched in on himself, scolding himself bitterly over how badly he wanted to cry.

No pastries. No Eddie. No message on his cell to say Eddie would be late. At ten to ten, Chrissy arrived with Carol: “Just call him, idiot! He might be your boyfriend. He’s also our supplier. I don’t wanna have to explain to whiny customers where their goddamn almond croissants are!”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Steve protested. The same instant Eddie bustled in, arms stacked with his usual wares.

“Thank God!” squealed Carol.

Steve felt sick. Not only because of what he’d just yelled.

The scent had hit before he’d even absorbed Eddie’s face, pale, unshaven and hangdog. Distress. Eddie oozed distress and, the instant the pastries were offloaded, Steve flung his arms around the Alpha. He nestled his head against Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie sunk his cheek to Steve’s hair.

“Oh, Eddie,” he whispered, lips ghosting against Eddie’s skin as he peeped up: “What’s wrong? Is it bad?”

“Wayne’s okay,” breathed Eddie, while the others bustled quietly around them. “They’ve found out what’s wrong with him. It’s his blood. Some rare condition—can’t even remember the darn name. They’re giving him a transfusion this morning. After that, it’s gonna be hard… The doctors say he’ll be okay. Gonna be hard, more transfusions, but… it’s okay. He should pull through.”

Steve let this percolate, fingers twisting in Eddie’s shirt, his fast-thrumming pulse falling into rhythm with Eddie’s. He wanted to purr for Eddie. He couldn’t. Not yet. He was too shocked himself, trembling pretty damn hard.

So, he realized, was Eddie. Huh? Alpha’s tremble too?

“Christ, Steve,” breathed Eddie, “when the doctor called, for a moment I feared the worst.” They held each other, swaying gently. “I thought I was gonna loose him. That I might already have lost him. The bottom fell outta my world, and… Still getting over that, I guess.”

“You wanna stay?” asked Steve, voice so tiny he was surprised Eddie heard, let alone answered so fast.

“Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll, you know, find a corner alone and—”

“No way! I’m gonna take care of you,” said Steve, and a glance at Chrissy, who answered with a firm nod, told him his duties would be covered. It should be quiet, anyway.

He peeped up to see Eddie smirk at his bossiness and it was permission enough.

Eddie was in need of some serious comfort kitty action.

Steve took Eddie’s hand, led him over to their cosiest sofa in their cosiest nook, and pressed him down into it. He then clambered on besides, cuddled his arms loosely around Eddie’s neck and snuggled up tight against his side.

Steve didn’t bother to put a cushion on Eddie’s lap, and he crept his knee up into it, deepening the full-body hug. Attracted as he was to Eddie, he knew he’d have no problem keeping this chaste after what Eddie had just been through. Steve liked helping strangers this way, and he sure as heck lived to help friends in need. This was everything his momma had cherished about being a ‘comfort’ Omega. Everything it ought to be about—gifting that moment of calm and hope in a chaotic, scary, often horrible world.

Steve began to stroke lightly at the hair at Eddie’s nape, where those strands tumbled out of his bun. Granted, he wouldn’t do that for an ordinary customer. Still, he knew how soothing it could be.

“You okay with this?” he asked.

“More than okay,” murmured Eddie, his tightly-wound body palpably melting a little. Soon, the Alpha glided his fingers into Steve’s hair, weaving and petting around the kitty ears. Steve began pumping out comfort purrs—and, with them, comfort pheromones—like both their lives depended on it.

Soon, he found himself clambered halfway into Eddie’s lap, sprawled almost on top of him.

“This okay?” whispered Steve.

“Hell yeah, Kitty-cat,” said Eddie, arms closing around Steve to hold him into place, and it felt soooo goooooood. Being supported like this. Firmly yet tenderly cuddled and warmly cocooned. Dammit, Eddie was making Steve so profoundly relaxed, feeling safer than he’d ever known. In the lap of an Alpha, after everything he’d been through as a kid. It was nuts.

Steve was supposed to be the one providing a service here. The way this snuggle was actually happening, both of them giving and taking, felt way more perfect than it should, really.

Steve’s nose wandered close to Eddie’s scent-gland. Eddie’s musk wasn’t all pastries, Steve had learned that of late. The low notes weren’t all dark chocolate. They could be earthy and dewy-fresh, with a spiky metallic tang, almost like blood, and… Whoops. Steve jerked his face away, before he got drunk on it.

Then, the bombshell: “Steve, I’m possibly breaking your rules with this question, and I’m sorry. Feel free to kick me out of your fine establishment right away, buuuuut… You fancy hanging out together later? I mean, somewhere else?”

Steve was nodding madly in Eddie’s face before his brain had the slightest chance to catch up. “Yes!” he squeaked, “Yes! I’d really, really like that a lot.”

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[evera-era]

a new kind of love. (pt. 1)

synopsis: ellie thinks relationships are too complicated, and has since written them off. but what is she supposed to do when she starts developing feelings for her best friend?

ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: slow burn AF, jealousy, some sassy ellie, male tries flirting with reader for like 3 seconds, lots of playful banter.

a/n: this was honestly so fun to write,, slow burn + friends to lovers go brrrrr

“Did you see that shit?!” Ellie exclaims, almost cracking her neck to look at you. “Fuck yeah! That’s a new high score.”

“Nice.” You mumbled, but your eyes didn’t drift from the book you were reading.

“Seriously? You’re not even looking.” She groans. “Whatever. If you did, your mind would’ve been blown. And you would’ve at least given me, like, a high five or something.”

“Okay, okay, sorry! I’ll look now — do it again.” You say, folding the corner of the current page you were on. Ellie adjusts her backpack as you put your book away.

“I can’t just ‘do it again,’” She says, mocking you. “My chances of ever getting that far again are practically zero.”

Ellie had managed to successfully skip a rock all the way across a large stretch of lake. It was a big deal to her, clearly. She had done this everytime you went on this particular path during patrols, but today was a new record for her.

The air was still. You took a moment to examine the trees around you before speaking. “Everything seems clear.” You said, turning to her. “Should we head back now?”

Ellie stops to take a look around. She gives a quick nod. “…Yeah. Guess so.”

You grinned before raising your hand. She turns, slightly puzzled, before narrowing her eyes at you.

“C’mon,” You wiggle your outstretched fingers a little. “Your celebratory high five, like you said!”

“Yeah, but now it’s out of pity. And about two minutes late.”

She waits for you to step aside, but you don’t put your arm down. “Mm-mm. I’m not moving til we make up, Els.”

Make up. The phrase makes her stop, just for a second. She found it a little amusing — you’ve never said that before. But she knew you were trying to make her feel better, so she chucks it up to you just being you.

She claps her hand against yours before making her way down the trail. “There. We made up. Happy?” She says, already having placed some distance between you two. You jog to catch up with her as she mounts Shimmer.

The two of you arrive back in Jackson about an hour earlier than any other given day, since today’s route was shorter than the rest. As you’re dropping off the horses, Ellie looks at you.

“I’m starving.” She says, guiding Shimmer. “Wanna grab lunch?”

“Sure.” You reply.

“Cool.” She offers you the horse’s lead. “Think you can put her up for me? I’ll be back in a sec.”

When Ellie returns to the spot she left you and Shimmer in a moment ago, she’s confused. The horse was not in her stable. In fact, she was nowhere to be found — and neither were you.

Ellie blows raspberries, slightly concerned. But that quickly fades when you turn the corner, Shimmer’s lead in hand.

“Ta-da!” You cheer. Shimmer’s hair is littered in fake plastic butterflies, tucked neatly within her strands. “It’s those little hair clips I found on our last patrol. Isn’t she purty?”

Ellie rolls her eyes, dropping her hand from her hip. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You frown. “You don’t like it?”

“Looks kinda weird.”

“Ellie!” You whine.

She sighs. “Okay, sure. She looks… purty… indeed.”

“‘Course she does,” You say in a proud manner, walking Shimmer confidently to her stable. Ellie looks off to the side, her face beginning to warm as she murmurs “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

She pretended to be annoyed, but truthfully, she cherished days like these. The two of you hadn’t gotten scheduled together in a while. And even though you were adults now, and had other responsibilities, she didn’t miss your company any less.

She still liked Jesse and Dina, of course, but she wasn’t nearly as close with them like she was with you. You and Ellie were basically inseparable; you had been, ever since the very first day that you joined the community.

You broke the silence first. “Hey, maybe one day, you’ll let me play in your hair.”

Ellie glares at you. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” You urged. “Come on, I bet I could make you look just as pretty as Shimmer.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. Hell no.”

“Hm… you’re right.” Your devious grin widens. “You could never look that good.”

Ellie elbows you in your side, and you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Shut up. Let’s go eat.”

—

A few days later, Ellie was at the pub with Jesse when she glanced over and got caught off guard.

You were walking in, talking and giggling with some random guy that she had never seen before.

The interaction she witnessed left a weird taste in her mouth. You were so engaged in the conversation that you didn’t even look where you were going. If you did, you would’ve seen that your best friend was actually in the same bar.

It might’ve just been platonic, but for some reason, it annoyed her ever-so-slightly. You and Ellie talk about everything, and yet you’ve never mentioned him.

To make matters worse, his eyes were lusty and unwavering and practically embedding themselves into yours. And you didn’t seem to notice — or maybe you just didn’t care — which pissed her off to no end.

“Who’s that?” She questions, jutting her chin in your direction. Jesse looks over his shoulder, then back at his drink.

“Uh… stable boy, is what they call him. I think.” He says. “Came into town two nights ago, along with his dad. An old friend of someone’s.”

“Is he, like… into her, or something?” She mumbles, watching intently. Jesse replies with something along the lines of “Hm. Might be.”

The guy was tall, which forced you to look up at him through your lashes. He was smiling the whole time; he clearly liked this angle of you.

Ellie resists the urge to clench her teeth. Can’t you see that he’s so obviously thinking with his dick right now?

Ellie knew it was wrong to feel this way. You were allowed to make new friends, and she shouldn’t interfere with that. But she couldn’t help it — the guy seemed like a fucking creep. She hated that you were even talking to him.

Thinking about it wasn’t enough. Whatever it was, it was bubbling up under her skin, as if someone lit a match underneath her.

“Gonna introduce myself.” She says, setting down her glass. She doesn’t even wait for Jesse’s response before she’s hot on your trail.

When she approaches you, she says nothing. Merely clears her throat and gives a curt nod to your new friend.

“Oh, hey Els!” You say, touching her shoulder. You looked back over at him. “This is my best friend, Ellie. She looks scary, but she’s nice. I promise.”

Ellie remains silent, just purses her lips and puts her hands in her pockets. There’s a noticeable shift of energy in the conversation. Stable boy must have picked up on it; it’s not long before he excuse himself and leaves.

It’s almost comical how quickly Ellie relaxes upon his exit. You drop your hand and give her a dramatic stare, jaw agape.

“What?”

“Really?” You say in a loud whisper. “Els, I know it might be hard for you sometimes, but you don’t have to be a dick!”

“Pfft. I was not being a dick.” She protests. “And even if I was — he literally deserved it! That dude was looking at you like he wanted to bone you. It was fuckin’ gross.”

“Oh my god, Ellie—“

“What? It’s the truth!” She states, like it’s a fact. “Look, I get that he probably hasn’t seen a cute girl in a fucking millennium, but—“

“Did he tell you that?” You ask sarcastically.

“Whatever.” She mutters. “I just took him down a couple notches, that’s all. He’ll survive.”

“He was just being nice.” You say before pausing. “Wait. Did you call me cute?”

Honestly, the words had came out before she had a chance to catch them. She’s not really sure why she even said it at all.

Ellie didn’t normally lie, but she knew you’d never shut up if she didn’t. So she glances at you, then sneers. “And risk it getting to your head when it’s big enough as it is?”

You punch her in the arm, to which she very quickly defends herself against. She’s in the middle of playfully warding you off as Jesse approaches the two of you.

“We abusing Ellie now?” He jokes, glass in hand. Ellie gives you a light shove as you let go of her forearm.

“When isn’t she?” She says.

“Puh-lease,” You enunciate. “That was nothing. You’re gettin’ soft, Els.”

The auburn-haired girl laughs it off. As you and Jesse begin to make conversation, Ellie — for some reason — can feel her face wanting to tingle again.

She didn’t like it. It was ticklish, it annoyed her, and it seemed to only start doing that around you, nowadays.

What the fuck is happening?

Maybe she was getting a bit soft after all.

[ectogeo-art]

For the ask game: Julian jealous of imagined siskarak

Ooooh this one has been fun for me to write. It’s set during the s6 Defiant arc, and it’s all just misunderstandings and miscommunications and Garak and Bashir being in different headspace’s due to the anxieties of wartime. Garak and Bashir are roommates on the Defiant, getting closer to each other than ever, and then that abruptly ends bc they are needed in different places (Julian is on the Defiant and Garak is on the Starbase along with Sisko, so they can still see each other but it’s sporadic). It’s all Julian POV and he is trying to figure out how to start a relationship with Garak even though it would functionally be long-distance for awhile, but he and Garak both won’t state anything plainly so he just gets super jealous that Sisko gets to hang out with him all the time now. His frayed nerves make him paranoid and he knows he’s being irrationally jealous but like he has had no reassurance from Garak that they’ll get together and he just wants some sign from him.

And meanwhile Garak is not really thinking about romance at all. He is too busy working for Starfleet and cracking codes and having lowkey breakdowns about being a traitor to Cardassia (kinda like in Afterimage but more like in Favor the Bold). He kind of has put his usual pining for Julian on hold both because he is reckoning with his role in this war and because he is pretty sure at this point that he has Julian on lock. Like, he thinks they are on the same page about wanting to date each other when they get the chance, so he can afford to think about other more pressing matters like how to defeat the Dominion without getting too many of his fellow Cardassians killed in the process of stopping them, and such.

It all works out in the end though. 💕 The draft is about 3k words, I just have to write the getting together conversation and then edit the whole fic for like cohesion lol, so it may take me anywhere between 1 month and 3 years to finish it. 😂

(Link to my WIP ask game post.)

Snippet below the cut.

He waited a few more days before calling Garak, not wanting to seem desperate.

He’d rehearsed it all in his head. “Hey, Garak,” he’d say casually, “my roommate is working a double shift so I have a bit of privacy if you want to…”

Here, he would give him a look and trail off pointedly and strategically, and then let Garak fill in the blanks however he wanted. If Garak just wanted to talk, they could talk. Debate their latest read with passionate banter like they were across the table in the Replimat instead of star systems apart.

On the other hand, if Garak wanted to finally do something more, something fueled by all their flirtation over the years and all the recent much more heightened tension from sharing a living space… Well, Julian was prepared for that too—he wore only his uniform jacket, and the rest of him was covered only by a blanket.

The sheets slid across his bare skin as he squirmed to be slightly more upright.

The video call connected.

“—have clearance for—” Sisko cut himself off, straightened up, and blinked in surprise. “Dr. Bashir,” he greeted.

Sisko was standing behind a seated Garak and had been leaning over his shoulder, presumably in order to type something on the console that Julian’s call had gone to.

“Captain, I was, er, hoping to speak to Garak.”

“By all means.”

“Privately…”

He didn’t want to spell it out, both because it would have been embarrassingly unprofessional of him and because he was only half sure that he and Garak were on the same page about what kind of call this might turn out to be.

Garak made questioning eye contact with Sisko, who thought for a moment and then shook his head slightly.

Garak turned back to Julian on the screen. “I’m afraid now is not a good time,” he said with a sigh.

“I need to borrow him for the night,” Sisko said gravely. “It unfortunately can’t wait.”

An unfair jealousy coiled around Julian’s stomach and squeezed. The two of them shared secrets that he wasn’t allowed to know. The two of them needed to work long into the night with each other and could communicate with just a glance. He knew the importance of informational security in wartime, but Sisko and Garak hadn’t even given him the vague shape of whatever they were working on together.

“Of course,” he said stiffly. “I understand.”

After some brief goodbyes, Garak was the one who finally reached forward to end the call when Julian, frozen in place, made no move to.

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Deadpool & Wolverine: Scenes from an unconventional marriage.

[Submitted to Poolverine Week Day 7 SFW domesticity / Domestic life]

Pre script authors note: The following was inspired by a few conversations between @icarusredwings and myself, part of which was a scenario that i thought would be funny... if this is your first story reading one of my AUs (first of all. woof, you picked a long one) Secondly. The boys have money, Peter works for them as an assistant and logistics expert. They live in Kansas city because of Wade's crusade against anti-mutant GMO corn... go back and read KoKC for details. Link below.

Scene 3

Kansas City Missouri Earth-10005 (2031-ish)

When two murderous Canadian mercenaries love each other very much...

Part 1 : paternal instincts.

Our scene opens up where most of our scenes open with this author.

The 19th floor of 700 W 31st Street Kansas City Missouri.

(the building known to its Tennants as One Park Place tower)

International headquarters of Malfeasance and Fraud Mitigation (Mercs for Money) LLC. And home to Logan and Wade Howlett-Wilson.

And Blind Al don't forget her! And Mary puppens I'll stab you if fucking forget about her. By the way Brace yourself folks this might be a crossover AU one-shot non canonical story.

Wade was talking to himself as usual having left the office after chain smoking a pack of Lucky Strikes and going over Financials with Peter and Althea. The business part of the business of killing was a huge pain in the ass. Logan insisted he take an active role beyond just killing. It was hell on his undiagnosed autism/ADHD.

Fuck Excell, fuck spreadsheets, fuck shopping around for cheaper ammo to save a dollar, this Is a Winchester house we're not buying off brand bullets from eastern Europe!

But it was finally over and he could enjoy the rest of his day. Which he intended on doing as he walked towards Logan sitting on the couch in the livingroom. He had a Nintendo Switch and was playing Mario 3 online.

He'd taken a liking to playing games ever since Laura convinced him to play Smash Brothers with her a few years ago.... Wade loved that he'd picked up what many especially the Wolverine himself would consider an unserious hobby.

he sucked at it, but he was trying to improve. He had recently beat Zelda: link to the past, but he still couldn't beat Laura at Smash Bros. Wade sat down next to him with a thud.

You get all your work done for the day princess? He asked without looking up from his screen.

I did. It was terrible. I hate it. Please don't make me do it again. Wade gently puts a hand on Logans thigh, not necessarily with amorous intentions. It's more like trying to ground himself after a stressful afternoon by connecting with his Wolverine.

Sorry bub, but you gotta learn about the actual business. It'll give you a better perspective before you go spending money. Besides its our company, and it's more than shooting fools. Now, if you gimme a sec I'll find a stopping point. These little fucking turtles have been giving me hell.

Thier Koopas penut, stomping on turtles, would be cruel. As for Al and Peter, they are the best at what they do... and what they do isn't very interesting.

Logan chuckles at Wade's bad joke, turning off his game. You smell like cigarettes bub, you know those are bad for your health. *sniffs* lucky strikes.... you know I remember when lucky strike was a plug tobacco brand (chewing tobacco bound together with molasses the 1870s were a weird time)

That sounds disgusting Penut... also I think smoking is the least of my problems. You didn't have to stop playing your game I just Wanted to be near you. But speaking of, did I tell you I was in a video game once?

Logan was accustomed to this line of thought at this point, they were in a film, a fanfic on Tumblr, a comic book, a novel... a video game was new... he couldn't see the audience, as far as he knew his choices were his own. But he didn't immediately dismiss Wade like he had in the past, because when he said things like this, there was a thread, especially if Wade said something ominous. He knew to clock it and treat the situation with care.

You were? Tell me about it bub. He said this as he pulled Wade onto his lap, feeling the need for a little cuddling while his garrulous lover regaled him with a meandering story... he liked it.

Well Penut it was the far off year of 2013, my voice sounded like Nolan North at the time and not the buttery Ryan Reynolds tones I have today. It was before the Deadpool movies and I didn't have the budget for a Hollywood actor.

Logan shook his head in mock understanding, not understanding what he meant by having a different voice at all.

Anyway, cutting past the tutorial levels, I remember Cable was there, and so we're you. Well, not you, one of you. Ya' know.

Logan gave Wade a little squeeze at the mention of Wade's ex, Cable... something about that guy made him feel possessive, not a normal reaction for a pair that generally regarded themselves as polyamorous. It probably had something to do with him being (this universe's) Scotts son which is a situation that's weird on its face before someone explained time travel to you and once that was done Logan would have to open a whole can of worms regarding trauma of love lost, parallel universes, and his Scott...

he pushed it to the back of his brain as Wade told his story, how he went on an adventure and that other Logan. he even let me fly the Blackbird... this, of course, resulted in disaster... he crashed it, leading in to a light explanation of how his and that Logans relationship was... tense.

Wade went on about traipsing through the ruins of Genosha a totally real place Logan was unfamiliar with...

there was no Genosha or Krakoa in his universe, and by far the largest difference between the world's he'd noted. It was a land populated by mutants that had suffered a brazen attack by humans... a story Logan was all too familiar with. It's a story he's been doing his best to live with. Pulling himself out again he focuses on Wade's story, he'd mentioned a musical number with Lady Death (who was not played by Aubrey Plaza at the time wade lamented) and then discovery that it hadn't been Agatha all along but Mister Sinister at the heart of the problem.

He'd planned on destroying Wade's favorite taco restaurant along with the rest of the world by *checks notes* exhuming mutant bodies to obtain their unique DNA.... or something. It was almost 20 years ago penut so it's fuzzy.

An injustices Wade simply could not stand for. He personally killed several of Sinisters clones in the process of ultimately stopping his evil scheme before confronting him at Magneto's old Citadel where he'd been hiding out...

I squashed him like a bug under the boot of an old Sentinel, Penut! The big purple kind like from X-men 97! Anyway, the credits role and because of licensing issues, the game is only available to play on hard disk, and it's expensive.

Logan nodded his head (again) in tacit agreement with this statement as if he completely understood *he didn't* kissed Wade on the cheek and held him. He was about to suggest that he and Wade go for a walk when Wade jumped off his lap

Oh, Penut! Talking about Sinister reminds me of something!

Wade ran across the room and headed towards the large storage room they kept some sundry items in, the Christmas tree, seasonal stuff and a few boxes of Wade's "crap" that he couldn't get rid of. Mind you this wasn't Wolverines terminology, Wade had written in red crayon on the boxes Crap. Out of curiosity Logan had followed behind him and was standing in the door watching Wade feverishly dig through boxes, opening them taking stuff out and Searching for something.

Amongst the random objects was a furry red doll with a grande attached to it. Logan quickly picks it up.

Wade, why dose this doll have a live Fucking grande attached to it... I thought we agreed all explosives stay at the safe house not the condo!

Oh, tickle me Hell-mo, in fairness Penut I forgot he was even in that box... I forgot what was in a lot of these boxes, trinkets, souvenirs... grenades... apparently. I just knew i didn't want to throw these things away. He rifled through another box as he said this and pulled out a large gray rectangular device with buttons nobs and a small readout display.

FOUND IT! c'mon Penut, I'll clean this up later. I want to show you something. Wade rushed out of the storage room as fast as he'd ran in, Logan followed behind exploding doll in hand. He knew he'd better just entertain whatever it was Wade wanted to show him. Besides, he is kinda cute when he's excited about something.

Ok Princess, what about that box has got you so worked up.

Wade sets it on the marble counter.

Sinister was a sick fuck, and certifiably evil... but he was a brilliant geneticist and created several devices for harvesting DNA... I, lightly acquired a few things.

You stole shit.

I WASN'T PAID! so yeah after killing the fucker FOR FREE and distracting the X-men who conveniently showed up after I did all the work, I rooted around the citadel where he'd set up shop. I took this! He said pointing at the device. He then proceeded to pull out an instruction manual seemingly from thin air and read it out loud.

This device can take the DNA of two or more individuals regardless of gender and re-combine it to make a new life.

Logan was taken aback, not only by the inference that this device could assist them in having biological children together... but because Wade fucking read something out loud flawlessly without having to sound it out...

Bub, you can read today?

I guess so... but I'll probably only be able to write in Mandarin tomorrow. So enjoy it while you can. But to the point at hand, Penut, I want to have your babies. And with this I believe we can... with the help of a surrogate.

Sweet heart (Logan said as gently as possible in an attempt to spare his feelings) I don't think we're ready for kids, especially little ones.

Logan held up the explosive doll as exhibit A for his argument.

Wade responds by just looking at Logan, big comic book accurate blue eyes staring right in to his soul, Logan could see the tears welling up....

Jesus, bub! Stop! You emotionally manipulative little cunt! Logan broke his gaze and looked out the window pretending to be interested in downtown...

Look Princess, I know how badly you want a kid of your own... you told me all about it.

But you've got some steps to take before I consider being a father to a new life with you... firstly who's gonna surrogate? And don't tell me Ness, she's a good friend but that's asking a lot of her and don't be all depressed if she tells you no.

Secondly... and I can't believe I'm saying this... but if you want me to even flirt with the Ideas Wade, we gotta make this house a safe place and... buy one of the units next to us to expand into so the kid has a room... and you gotta get a safe for the guns and a locked case for the swords. we can't have them accessible to a toddler... no more keeping a Glock in the silverware drawer, no more LadySmith revolvers under the couch cushions. No more cocain in the pantry labeled "flour" in mason jars.

Well... that doesn't sound like a No, Penut... or should I say... Daddy?

Logan cringed at Deadpool, calling him daddy in a decidedly nonsexual tone. It didn't sound normal.

If the Wolverine wasn't sure about this, he probably shouldn't have given Wade a goal with clearly defined parameters...

Wade had hyper focus and devoted himself to baby proofing the condo, weapons secured. Drugs removed (by consuming them, Logan didn't say he couldn't have fun)

He negotiated buying the vacant one bedroom unit that was on the other side of their office walls, blew out said wall, and had contractors built two new large bedroom suites with bathrooms. He installed a Cypher lock on the office door and... yes, the golden girls were behind glass in a locked display cabinet. Something he could punch through should he need to defend the house quickly.

He did this all with his personal funds. Everything was on course... accept finding a surrogate... believe it or not, Vanessa wasn't actually Wade's first choice. He didn't want to ask her to commit to the inconvenience, especially since he didn't want to interfere with her relationship with Dermot... also the touchy subject of asking the woman you wanted to start a family with to hay... help me start a family with my husband it'll be fun! No... Vanessa would be a fun aunt, but he knew he'd have to seek out the services of a professional or something.

They did find an agency that helped them meet with potential surrogates. It wasn't cheap.

A situation that was more complicated than taxes, filing out mountains of paperwork. Then they had to actually meet these women. Money they had... interview skills not so much. Especially when a few walked in, saw Wade's face, and immediately walked out. The best ones screamed, the worst one thought she was on one of those terrible reality prank shows...

Logan despised the nights after such interviews. Holding Wade as he wept.

Logan... what if my own baby thinks I'm scary? What if they don't want to be seen with me or worse they're bullied at school for being the son of a monster... *loud sobs* because it's true, I am a monster. A murderer, a war criminal whose outside is exactly who he is on the inside... a freak.

Logan had gotten Wade to believe him after years when he said he loved him, his scars added depth and character and that he thought his husband was the sexiest man to walk the earth, the void, and the multivers.

But that only applied to him, others... well, given how the interviews went, it was a blow to his ego.... and his mental health. It'd be days before he got Wade to come back out from under his hood or mask. But that was a problem for tomorrow. But for tonight, Wade had entered a shutdown for lack of a betterword... Logan held him, fed him, got in the large shower with him, washed him, and went to bed, tucked in the large bed he held his beloved who had curled himself up in to a ball.

Tomorrow will be better Princess, we'll find the right person, and I promise any baby of ours will love you and be kind. Because that's who you are, really on the inside bub... you forget it. But as long as I've known you, your heart has been in the right place in the end, and you're kinder than I am by a country mile.

The sleep that night was thankfully dreamless for the both of them.

The next morning, Logan made a simple breakfast of eggs and toast for both of them. Putting the bottles of salsa and sriracha near Wade plate... he looked at the clock. 6:30 am

Meaning it was 7:30 in New York. He'd try and give Vanessa a call in half an hour knowing she'd be up by then for sure. He needed to commiserate with someone who understood Wade like he did.

The phone call he had that morning was surprising. He'd let Vanessa know what'd been going on with the agency... and the drama... he was shocked to learn she didn't even know they were considering having a baby.

Wade, didn't tell you?

No Red's not said a word of this to me, I'm honestly confused as to why you goofballs didn't ask me first.

Well, after yesterday, I might as well be the one to ask. Would you consider it Ness?

I... hmmm.... tell you What, this isn't exactly a phone conversation, and it sounds like I need to have a chat with my buddy... I can be there this weekend if you can help a sister out with at ride.

*Logan scoffs playfully* sure I'll have peter send out a G700 to pick you up.

Oooo spoil me, Daddy she retorted.

Logan gaged... gross Ness.

She cackled at getting the old man's goat for a solid minute before they finally wrapped up the call, Logan could definitely see why she and Wade had clicked.

It was another down day, no jobs scheduled, they could afford to take longer breaks and be choosy with contracts. Althea had the money making money with a few business development investments, the purpose of which was to launder money and pay taxes, the fringe benefit being they actually produced a small regular incom. (Please stop talking about the intricacies of the business, haven't I suffered enough!)

A short walk away on the other side of Broadway is the Penn Valley off leash dog park. Mary loved being able to run about and the boys liked that they didn't have to worry about her getting hit by a car... not that it would have affected her for long, but they both knew regenerating is something you'd rather not do if you didn't have to. Wade was indeed tightly tucked into a hoodie hiding his face as best he could. Logan would address that later. They got to the dog park gate without issue, Wade actively avoiding any other people they saw on the way.

Logan unhooked the leash from the ring on her doggy vest, and she was off like a bat out of hell to do whatever it is Dogpools do when they have a whole field to run in. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket case. A Cohiba, a real one from Cuba, smuggled it himself from a job that took them to the Caribbean. He carefully cut the tip with a specialized Xikar cutter, lit the end of a cedar strip, and used the growing flame from it to light his cigar... a lot of ritual for something you literally burn. But Logan found it calming, he also needed one of his strongest cigars to help cover up the smell of the dog park... even if everyone picked up after their dog (they most certainly didn't) the smell was not great for Logan.

We should both probably cut back on the smoking when the babies get here penut... he said this as he pulled out a cigarette... they didn't do much for either of them chemically. Wade just enjoyed the habit, something comforting about it... plus if Wolvy was gonna have a cigar, it made him feel like it was a couples activity. Doing a mundane thing together was one of Wade's favorite things.

I spoke to Ness this morning.

Oh, I hope she's doing well. I need to call her.

I wouldn't worry about it, she'll be here this weekend... Wade, sweetheart... why didn't you tell Ness about our plans, she seemed a little hurt you didn't tell her.

She's traveling a thousand miles, probably to tell me off. I think she's more than hurt if she's coming out here... you know Penut... you said that I shouldn't get my hopes up with her... and I kinda took it to heart... Also I have my own hangups about it... Firstly being how insensitive it sounds on it's face. "Hay Ness, if you and Dermot aren't using it, can we rent your womb? Only 9 months, first month deposit up front!"

But more importantly, for the better part of a decade, Vanessa has been pulled into the misadventures of Deadpool. I love her (platonically). I'm glad we were able to stay friends... but she really doesn't need to get wrapped up in my problems, schemes, and drama... again. Not at my request anyway. A big issue I have is personal, I was going to start a family with her. Asking felt... regressive. But also to the point, her proximity to me has gotten her kidnapped and killed before. I still feel guilty about it.

You also traveled the multivers to save this reality for her, also you traveled back in time and saved her bub.

Aint you ever seen endgame. That's not how time travel works. Somewhere out there, in some other time line, Vanessa is still dead, and it's my fault. This is just a branched timeline.

Since when has the timeline ever made Since bub!

*Loud gasp* PENUT DID YOU JUST BREAK THE FOURTH WALL?

I don't think so, bub... I don't see the people, but I remember you trying to explain how the "other me" time traveled in 2014, and now there aren't Sentinel's running death camps. That the timeline changed and converged.

This is no different Princess, don't think about it too hard, you said. So I'm telling you the same thing. Don't fret about it bub, Vanessa is alive... and she will be here Saturday.

You're too good for me, Penut. I Don't deserve you.

No, you don't... he said as he picked a small plastic bag out of his pocket. You literally stole me. But I love you anyway. Now go pick up the massive shit Mary just took. I refuse for us to be the kind of people who just leave it.

Wade took the bag.

It's probably Stockholm syndrome Penut.

Vanessa arrived Saturday afternoon, in a Falcon 900LX. It was the best Peter could arrange on short notice... not that Vanessa knew the difference between a G700 and a Falcon, she was just happy not to be on Southwest. Dermot was with her... the man was almost the antithesis of Wade, He liked Hiking and he was quite to the point of being accused of being shy. Dry witted... and as he'd recently discovered when he went to the gun range with the boy's last 4th of July... a lousy shooter. But he was stable, kind, and good-natured. Definitely willing to go along to get along with a lot of Wade's antics at parties. He knew why Vanessa had come, and he was perfectly fine with it. It didn't interfere with his plans at all. He was a slow burner and Vanessa hadn't indicated she was in any hurry to tie the knot. But that's a story for another time.

Wade had gone the extra mile to spoil them. A black limousine complete with champagne greeted them on the tarmac and whisked them off to casa de chaos.

She walked in the door like she owned the place, dropping her bag by the door. She walked to the dining room table and sat...

Come over here and sit with me boys. We got a lot to talk about and I'd like to waste no time getting down to business.

Oh, so direct. Wade said in a catty tone high enough to indicate he was joking as he winked

We're gonna gloss over the fact that you didn't involve me with your family planning from the start... but I hear you've had a hard time landing a surrogate. she cut eyes at Wade as she said this. Wordlessly airing all of her hurt feelings and grievances regarding not even being told Wade and Logan were trying to have a baby. Something one would think a best friend would be told

I'd like to make an offer. On the condition that despite you two being my best friends... I aint doing this for free.

Oh, if that's the case Ness then you gotta interview like all the rest. He said this in a joking tone but she didn't miss a beat.

Ok Red, I've been substance free for over 20 years, I don't smoke. I promise not to drink or eat selfish for the entire pregnancy, and I'm one of two people in this room who've seen you naked and didn't require drugs and therapy after.

Yeah... my dick dose look like a peperoni somone forgot in the air fryer.

And your sack looks like someone took a crown royal bag, filled it with puss, and ran it through the middle of a hog pin.

Wade smiles. And laughs a little...

Ok, Ness. you got the job.

Great, I knew you'd see it my way. She proceeded to write a number on a piece of paper and slid it across.

That's my price. Also, Dermot and I are gonna be long-term hous guests for obvious reasons. Convenient since he can do his job remotely....

Wade looked at the number, showed it to Logan, and smirked... I think the both of you could retire for this much money... but nothing is too good for my baby. I am going to have to kill several people for this.

Bub, we might have to overthrow a government.

Pff like that's something new.

Lucky you Ness, you get to be the first person to stay in one of the new rooms... and tangentially responsible for a potential war crime! He grinned like the devil at her

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Shortly after the contract was finalized, Vanessa and Dermot moved in, and it was a short trip to New York... the boys provided a sample and Mister Sinisters machine to Dr. Henry McCoy... who was fascinated by the whole thing (he later wrote an entire dissertation on it) he helped with the procedure... the result of which was one Vanessa Carlysle pregnant with the Biological child of the combined DNA of Deadpool and Wolverine...

The following 9 months went surprisingly smoothly (apart from one small incident with a serial killer, but that's a chapter in the Noir, we will worry about it later)

The day came... Vanessa went into labor, early in the morning. Thankfully, it seemed like it would be free of complications. meaning that Wade and Vanessa both got their wish for thus day. The baby was born at home.

Wade had an aversion to hospitals. Bad memories of cancer diagnosis, and a general fear of strange men in white lab coats. Not every man mind you. He was cool with Beast and other people he knew personally and he knew a few scientists and doctors... Logan wasn't averse to hospitals apart from the smells of disinfectant and illness mixed together. Vanessa was a bit new age for her justification, why bring life into the world in a place so many go to die, on top of it being uncomfortable, and expensive.

As a result, the midwife was called arrangements were made and the new life was soon ushered into the world. They say history doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme. Like his father Logan, who was born at home to an affluent family in a room where he'd spend his childhood, this baby was born in the penthouse of a tower to affluent parents in a room he'd inhabit well in to his 20s.

Vanessa wasn't in labor long. No birth is a walk in the park, but she would tell you it was pretty easy and without drama compared to others. She pushed one last time, and he was out. Vanessa did get the honor of holding him first after the midwife cleaned him up... Logan couldn't resist the urge; the umbilical cord was carefully cut with an adamantium claw blade. He had been offered a scalpel for the record.

Hay there, little guy... it's a pleasure to meet you.

She held him for 5 minutes before she called Wade over.

I know someone who's been waiting a very long time for you... I think it's time you should finally meet him

Vanessa handed the tiny bundle to Wade, who had whipped off his shirt the second Vanessa called him over. I read that skin to skin contact was beneficial to the baby. he'd said as he carefully supported the babies head and neck and brought him in closer to his chest.

Welcome to the world... I apologize for the state of it, but I have indeed waited a long time to meet you, little guy... I'm Wade, but please call me dad. Your other dad over there is the Wolverine, that makes you my Kitten. I promise you I'll do the best i can being your father. Please don't judge me too harshly.

Babe, get over here and take your shirt off.

If I had a dollar for every time you've said that to me.

So what should we name him...

You didn't think of a name already!

Logan said it was bad luck *shrugs*

But at least we got the last name sorted Howlett-Wilson 👌

Bub, hyphenated names are a pain in the ass... its not a problem for us because we rarely use our real married name for anything official... let's just give him your last name.

Wade scrunched his face with a little distaste...

Wolvy he's our baby. He should have something from both of us... I mean, besides our mental illness... that's a given.

Tell you what princess; how about we Name him James. It was my name... once, but I don't use it anymore. He can have it.

His middle name however was a much longer discussion... mostly because Wade offered several typical Deadpool options that Logan Veto'ed outright.

Thunderdick! No. Skullcursher!? God, no. James MAGNUM Wilson! That's terrible Wade...

It went on for a minute before Vanessa finally chimed in. Evan... I've always liked that name.

Well, it's a normal name. So I like it.

Works for me, Penut. Though it'd be a lot cooler if it was Danger... but that's my middle name.

Your middle name is Winston.... idiot!

Part two: the Life and Times of James E. Wilson (hope you like crossover AUs)

James's earliest memory is his father, Wade holding him, comforting him... but also crying. He vaguely remembered being at the playground, running and jumping as most toddlers do... tripping on something and skinning his knees on the sidewalk... he naturally had the reaction of crying from the pain and surprise... it wasn't until James was much older that he understood why his dad kept mumbling why aren't you healing?

It's ok, dad... you don't need to cry. I already feel better.

Even at a young age, he felt compelled to comfort someone else. To help. It broke him out of thinking about his own problems, including skinned knees...

The result of this little accident was Wade panicking. They went back to the house and grabbed the dog and his other dad. Papa (or the big bad wolf if James was misbehaving) no amount of reasoning or comments from Logan couldn't stop him or calm Wade down.

Logan Howlett-Wilson get your ass in the car and drive us to the airport right now! Were going to the Mansion to see the fucking doctor RIGHT NOW!

Logan got the message, Wade didn't forgo pet names unless he was bone chillingly serious in intention and resolve. So within minutes, they were on a jet to New York. Where James met a fuzzy blue man he liked very much despite the blood draw. That was uncomfortable, but he found the lab he was in fascinating... weather or not, this influenced his future career he couldn't fully say. But probably a little.

The news delivered to the... not so young, but definitely, new parents was not stellar... Hank had run several tests and analyzed James' DNA structure. He possessed the X-Gene, but it was dormant due to being recessive. Much like Wade he'd have to undergo profound trauma to activate it. There was no guarantee he'd come out the other end with a healing factor. It could be anything... furthermore, it was highly unethical and unthinkable to subject a child.... Wade cut him off

I know a lot of people don't think highly of me. But how fucking dare you assume I'd even entertain the idea of tormenting my child.

Easy bub, I don't think Hank was implying anything. Ya' know he gets lost in the hypotheticals. Right Hank!?

The blue man nodded in agreement.

We will just... have to be extra careful.

Wade picked James up. C'mon soldier. There's a big metal doofus ya gotta meet.

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One particular afternoon James was sitting in his office recounting some memories with his friend Gregory. Though they had a habit of referring to each other by sir name. Wilson and House

(what a twist)

The day the two met was actually one of the few points in time that if you knew who his parents were you'd say "oh yeah, that is clearly the offspring of Deadpool and Wolverine" it was at a medical conference in New Orleans. Wilson dosn't remember the exact circumstances he'd been drinking but his father's tempers came out of him as he'd threw punches and generally effectively kicked ass at a bar brawl (Wade would have been so proud) House ever the shit stirrer jumped in and backed him up. Truly his fathers son, meeting your best friend as a result of incredible violence... in a bar.

House had actually just finished telling Wilson about his most recent case, yet another patient that had been previously misdiagnosed as having lupus. It was Hashimoto's disease if you're curious. The interactions he'd had with the patient made him think she'd been being neglected, bare minimum socially isolated... he recognized his own surliness in others. It resulted in a dressdown of her parents that he was certain would result in an office visit with Cuddy and detention after school.

High-school wasn't a fun time for Gregory...

You know it wasn't exactly fun for me either.

From the age of 11 to the time he left for med school, he was escorted by armed gaurds to and from school. Growing up in Kansas city, he'd gone to Pembroke Hill School, a private school that specialized in STEM that's tuition cost as much as a new car annually... he was one of only two kid's that went to that school that arrived with a security detail, not however the only one that arrived in a limousine. The other kid was the child of Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift. They weren't friends... he didn't really have friends.

Aww poor little rich boy

House chided at him

At least you didn't get shoved into a locker...

Which was true. He didn't have friends but he didn't have enemies either. The closest thing he had to a best friend was his Grandma Al and Mr. Yoshitomi his driver/lead bodyguard. he was allowed to call him Yoshi...

The man was clearly retired Yakuza, and like his father Logan, tough on the outside but secretly a teddy bear. The truth is Wilson found himself alone at home, too. Apart from Al... but she mostly sat him down in front of a TV and fed him before going outside to smoke...

so apart from weekends, he was alone. Occasionally, he'd see his big sister Laura. She was frequently busy herself being the "official" Wolverine of the Xmen. He liked it when she brought him comics, fictionlized accounts of the adventures of his dad in the past, and his big sister... he knew his dad's loved him. No one could argue that... but What had started as two lovers in New York trying to make rent money by doing the only thing they were good at; picking up random jobs on the dark web (Killing mostly) in the mid 2020s morphed into a private security firm in Kansas City that rivaled Black Water and the (fucking) Pinkertons by the 2040s.

They were busy, and it did provide him a comfortable life without student loans or want for any material thing... But from 11 to 18, it was him Al his sister Ellie who was always off doing her own thing (he wished they were closer) and what had to be the world's oldest dog. She's still alive, actually. The dog loved him and was rarely not by his side when he was home (because all deadpools love their babies) Althea however was not, she was a chain smoker and heavy drug user until the day she died.

how that woman lived to be 115 is fucking beyond me

She lived long enough to see (metaphorically) Wilson graduate medical school. It was the last time he'd seen her. He moved away and started his residency in New Jersey. Wade had sent a private plane as well as several veiled threats to the Dean of medicine at the time to ensure Wilson had the time off to attend the funeral.

Wilson... I gotta ask, why did you have armed guards?

Oh! Funny story when I was 10. I was kidnapped once

(Exactly once I made sure of that)

It's true. He was heading home from school. He made it to the driveway of the tower he called home when some very ill-informed gangsters decided to kidnap the son of a rich man... they didn't do their resurch as to who's kid exactly, just figured they'd get a ransom...

In fairness on paper Wade and Logan weren't Wade and Logan, they were two random dudes who ran a lucrative business and weren't shy about showing off.

This leads to probably the second most traumatic memory Wilson had... not necessarily the kidnapping. They had actually treated him surprisingly well.

What shocked him was seeing his father Logan covered in blood kicking down the door of the room he'd been kept in. He'd never seen his father in the tight yellow and brow suit before. Or the mask... he had taken it off when he clocked James, but that only made it worse. The entire bottom of his father's face was coated in blood, like he'd gored a man (he actually had ripped open one of the gangsters throat with his teeth) the blood on his face was cut clear with two rivulets of tears. What James didn't know is they weren't just tears of joy seeing his son, but also tears of relief. If anything had happened to James, the Genocide he and his husband were going to commit in response would have made his incident in his own universe look like childs play.

[Image below: Scary dad privileges]

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Rebellious teenage years were impossible. You couldn't steal weed from your blind grandma and hid it in your room, not from the nose of the Wolverine.

Do you know what this shit dose! It makes you fucking stupid is what it does, and your dad and I aren't raising a fucking idiot!

Logan never hit him. But he was scary when he yelled and loud... if he was really pissed those claws popped out. Never an actual threat but fucking scary. The only person in the house that actually got stabbed was Wade... and much to James's chagrin, he was pretty sure his dad liked it.

It wasn't the worst childhood, and it wasn't a bad life. Wilson became an oncologist partly because he was fascinated by his own father. The man who's cancer actually kept him alive. He had success, failures... it's like his dad said "what dosn't kill you makes you bad at intimacy kido" 3 ex wives later he finally understood what he meant by that.

All the events of his life that you know about that happened on the show. They happened more or less details and name's changed, cousins were not blood related etcetera. The ending however was quite different. Wilson and House lived to an advanced age. House did indeed fake his own death some time in 2069 and assumed a new life... but luckily for him, his "buddy" Wilson had a dad that knew how to get people new and interesting identities.

They had actually shown up one day at the condo... parking their motorcycles right in front of the door (no one dare question whatever the fuck Deadpools kid wanted to do at that building, Wade had long since put the HOA under his thumb) Wade welcomed his son in. Helped them out. House got a new first name... also, shortly after the Althea Sanderson memorial cancer research wing was built, Wilson found himself the head of Oncology at KU med hospital. Wilson never once questioned why a job was offered to him out of the blue and Wade never once questioned why Wilson and House shared a home out in Leewood.

The only other major difference is all his life when he could he returned home to the condo for the holidays. Where he'd see his seemingly ageless fathers and sisters. He loved his family Logan, Wade, Laura, and Ellie (we'll talk about her in another story.) Which is just as well. He never had children of his own, and after your 3rd failed marriage, you kinda give up on the idea of expanding your family; other than House occasionally tagging along. But until his dying day, his dad dotted on him. And bragged, boy did he brag especially to the Xmen when he had a chance to rub in their face his son the successful Doctor! (Suck on that Jean!)

But for Wade, the day did finally come that his immortality became a curse... with every Christmas, Thanksgiving, and spring break that came, James got older. Wade was at his retirement party, He remembers loving Dr. House's wildly inappropriate speech and toast. A man after his own heart, but after the laughter subsided, he realized that his boy, who was graciously receiving a gold watch, had lines in his face and gray hair.

The years kept coming... Wilson got older, he got sick... and his mortality came to pass.

If the universe brought these starbound lovers together for any particular reason. It was for this moment, Wade loved two things Intensely, his Wolverine and his children... but the Death of his first son broke him. Logan clinged on to Wade physically and emotionally. Doing everything he could to hold him together. It was many years before Wade could be called Ok. It was another couple hundred years before he even considered the idea of raising more children.

It should be noted that James was the only one to be fully genetically Logan and Wade's. He was special, one of a kind.

Wade carried a portion of James's ashes with him in a small locket around his neck where it stayed for countless millenia. In dangerous situations he'd even cut himself and put it under his skin so it wouldn't get lost...

Epilogue:

The lady at the end of the road sits in her ethereal other world. Surrounded by various time keeping devices dimly lit by candles flames that don't consume. She pulled out a pocket watch and a ledger. She had an appointment to keep. This one was a special case. The dark lady had the power to send out shades, to be everywhere at once. But this appointment she'd handle directly. She carried out her appointed task kindly but usually without emotion. She was inflexible and didn't bargain or despite what you may have heard play chess or gamble for time or souls....

Wade was there... hospice care was set up about a week ago, and he sat by James side as the ravage of time and biology took its toll. By regular human standards Dr. James Wilson lived a good life, a long life at that. He was 97 years 6 months 2 weeks and 5 days old the morning she came. Logan had been with him the entire night before Wade had taken his shift early that morning so Logan could get some sleep. At about 10 am in the guise of a hospice nurse, she walked into the room, Wade was no fool. Only one person still alive (if you could call her alive) looked like that... He knew why she was there. He hadn't seen her in a very long time.

I see we're sticking with the Aubrey Plaza look... tears started welling up in his eyes. He looked at James in the bed beside him Despite looking down at the face of an old man, Wade still saw his baby. His son.

I thought you'd like this look, it's definitely more pleasant than most. If it's any consolation, Wade... I'm sorry I have to do this.

I haven't seen you in over 100 years. Not even the times I've died lately. Haven't seen you since the time I jumped out of an airplane into a volcano after Vanessa dumped me. Now you show up! I know why you're here.

The tears were streaming down Wade's face. Hot on his cheeks, his eyes red. He looks at her pleadingly.

Please, take me instead. Please, Lady Death. Leave my baby alone. Please, I beg you, take me.

Oh, Wade... My love. It has caused me great sorrow to not see you all these years. But don't you know? I can't take you even if I wanted to. You and Logan have woven yourself in the fabric of the universe. You and him are part of Eternity. I can't take you only, Entropy can take you. probably shortly before he takes me... even death has a death.

I know this is hard. I beg you to forgive me... but it's James's time to go. But because I love you. I waited as long as I could, he should have passed before you woke up this morning. But now you have an opportunity to say goodbye...

She moved to the bed and touched James's hand. He sat up and looked at his father.

Why are you crying, dad?

He stood up, out of the bed. Wade jumped out of his chair and embraced him tightly.

Oh, my sweet Kitten. Im so sorry. Please forgive your old man.

Wade sobs for a while before he can talk again...

I remember the day you were born... I loved you, I held you. I swore I'd burn down the world to protect you... but I can't protect you anymore...

Dad, I Don't understand. What's going on.

That's unfortunately my job to explain... but it'd be easier to show you...

She points at the bed; James looks down and to his surprise, he sees... himself. Drained of color, unmoving.

Dr. James Wilson, you have lived your life in service of others. A life well spent. But now is the time to leave that life... I'm sorry

Dad, you don't have to protect me anymore. It'll... it'll be ok.

Kitten... I love you, and though I desperately want to rage and fight and yell to keep you here longer... it's not the right thing to do. My friend here gave me an opportunity few have. I'm going to take it instead of throwing it in her face.

I love you...

I love you too Dad.

Wade hugged his son one last time, kissed him on the cheek, and led him by the hand to Lady Death.

Can... can Logan say goodbye, too?

I'm sorry Wade. I've already pushed the limits of the rules to extend this opportunity to you. I'm afraid I can't

Ok...

He looks up at James.

Your father and I will miss you. Honeybadger loved his kitten as much as I do.

I know, Dad... I know. I want you to know that I had a good life. I'm at peace. I don't want you worrying about me.

You silly boy. It doesn't matter if you're 9 or 97. I was always going to worry about you.

Lady Death extended her hand out to James.

It's time... I'm sorry, but don't be sacred. I promise where we're going isn't bad. It won't hurt.

James took her hand, and slowly took his other hand out of his father's grasp... turned and looked at him.

I love you. You were the best dad. I guess now is the time. Goodbye.

I could have been better, I'm sorry. I love you....... James... it... it might be a while before I see you again... goodbye. I'll always love you, kitten.

They walked away from Wade out the bedroom door. Wades heart broke into a million pieces as they turned to go down the hall. There was a flash of light... and he was gone.

The End.

If fan fics had credits. This would be the closing song. It is special to me... I myself would like it played at my funeral.

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[Part 1] Birthday Game - Reader x Shohei Ohtani x Yuki Ishikawa AU - NSFW

Disclaimer: This is a 18+ writing so if you’re not comfortable reading this, please skip it! There will be a lot of smut & mentions of sex in this work so beware. ;)

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I have been living with my partner, Yuki Ishikawa, for almost 2 years. His apartment in Milan is close to his volleyball training centre and here I am, working in the heart of Italy as a fashion PR. Today is our day off and we decided to stay indoor and spend quality time together.

“Babe, are we expecting a guest today?” ask me while he is doing the dishes and reorganizing the tablecloth. 

“Actually yes. Do you remember Shohei? He will be coming tonight. He took a vacation in Italy for several days.” my eyes went into shock. Did he mean Shohei Ohtani? 

“Shohei from the Angels?” ask me one more time. 😳

“Yes. Your idol.” he replied with a small chuckle. 

“Well, I thought he is in recovery mode as he recently underwent a surgery. Anyway, do you think we should prepare food or something?” 

“I think wine and pasta is enough.” I nodded in agreement.

“Sure. Let’s go to the grocery then. It’s 4pm already and I don’t want him to be disappointed when he sees nothing on our table.” I reply and hurriedly go to our bedroom to change.

“You are okay with him coming tonight, right?” Yuki suddenly pops out behind me with his arms lingering my waist. I turn my head to see him and smile.

“It’s fine. We can have quality time everyday but welcoming him in person is such a rare one.” He smiles after hearing my thought. I feel his lips on my temple and I hug him.

“Tomorrow is your special day and I have present ready for you.” Yuki told me.

“Oh what is it? I can’t wait to see it!”

“You’ll see. Soon.” He smirks. 

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“Ding dong ding dong” I stopped my hand from scrolling the tv channel when I heard the bell rang. It must be Shohei! 

I look around and realized that Yuki is still in the bathroom so I get up and walk to the door. I don’t know why my heart is beating fast knowing that Shohei is right in front of our apartment. I’ve met him so many times before but it feels different each time. I am indeed his fangirl! 

“Hi! How are you?” I said as I open the door and see him smile with a bottle of wine.

“Hi y/n! Long time no see. How are you? I’m great.” He leans closer and hugs me for a second.

“Likewise. You look great in that polo shirt! Come in!” I complimented and his smile turns bigger. 

“Thanks. I brought you and Yuki a wine from Cali. It’s really tasty to be paired with cheese.” He follows me to the dining area and puts the wine bottle on the table.

“You don’t have to. Thank you, Shohei. Umm Yuki is in the bathroom and please make yourself at home.” I said and sit down on the sofa with him following beside me. He then places his bag near the sofa.

“How’s life so far? I saw the news that you undergone a surgery. Are you okay?” I open the conversation when I noticed that his elbow is still covered with bandage.

“Well it happens you know. I’m totally fine now. How about you-“ 

“Shohei Ohtani!! My brother! How are you man?” Before he finished his sentence, Yuki came up and patted his shoulder. Shohei immediately stood up and gave Yuki a brotherly hug. 

“Great! You look bigger now hahaha” Shohei jokes to Yuki. 

“Yeah I’ve been lifting a lot these days. But look at you! Bulkier than ever.“ And the convo continues around their life. It’s so warm seeing their interactions and how they become close to each other because of their profession as athletes, representing their country in the global stage. They had so many things alike.

While they are on it, I started to prepare the dinner. The time is 8.00pm already. 

“Yuki, can you help me open the wine that Shohei gave us?” He stopped talking for a sec and walked across the room. “Thanks” I smiled when he opened the wine and poured it to our glasses. “You guys are so cute.” I added and he just smile coyly and returned to Shohei. 

“Well the dinner’s ready guys! Let’s eat” I announce and take a sit first. Yuki and I made carbonara pasta and tiramisu.

“So how’s your relationship with Yuki, y/n? He doesn’t give you a hard time, right?” Shohei asked. He’s now sat across me while Yuki is beside me.

I chuckled and turned my head to Yuki. “Sometimes haha.. But I am so proud of him. He worked so hard and he deserves what he have now. I just don’t like it when he started to blame himself when his team lost.” I rub the back of Yuki’s head softly to showcase my affection. 

“Aww.. look at these two lovey dovey couple. I’m happy for you both.” Shohei added. His aura is so calm and cool, similar to Yuki but there’s something different.

“Thanks, babe. It’s hard not to blame myself though. You don’t have to expose me to Shohei like that” and with that, all of us are laughing. 

“The pasta is delicious. Did you make it yourself, y/n?” Shohei asks while chewing. I nodded, “Yuki helps me with the tiramisu as well. You should try it with the wine!” 

“I’m so happy you guys made the tiramisu. I’ve been wanting to taste it for a long time.” He added. 

“Her cooking skills is no joke, bro. I can gain weight easily but thanks to her, she always looks after my diet.” I can feel his hand and stare on mine. I love this guy!

“Can I make a toast for both of these gentlemen?” I asked and both Yuki and Shohei nodded. “You guys are hardworking, successful, and love sports a lot. Be it volleyball or baseball. I just want to say, keep going and make your country and fans proud. Cheers!” the sound of wine glasses clash each other can be heard with big smiles on their faces. 

After we finished dinner, we continue to chit chat in the balcony. “How long will you stay in Italy?” asked me. “It’s short. I’m here for 5 days. I want Yuki to show me around, of course when he’s not working.” Shohei pokes Yuki’s belly in a friendly manner. “I can do that! Let’s take time off together.” Yuki replied him.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Shohei excuses himself to the bathroom. 

“Babe, are you happy Shohei is here?” Yuki take a seat next to me and holds me in his arms. He is so close that I can feel his breath on my neck. 

“What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. 

“I am thinking that maybe we can try something new for your birthday. Not tomorrow but tonight.” my head tilts towards him. I don’t know what he’s talking about at all.

“I don’t get it, Yuki. Talk clearly please.” 

“I know for a fact that Shohei is your biggest idol. I want you to feel intimate with him.” I shiver after listening to what he just say. “Why don’t we have a threesome?” My mouth went wide. I am shocked to hear him saying that thing.

“What? Are you kidding me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think of him in that way, Yuki. I can only be intimate with you, my boyfriend. Don’t you feel jealous by saying that?” I pull my body from him. Standing up and staring at him. A bit irritated.

“Of course I am jealous. But, tomorrow is your birthday. I want you to have pleasure you haven’t had experienced before. We can have sex anytime but imagine having it with your specific idol too? Won’t you be on the cloud nine?” He stood up and came closer to me. As if he want to convince me, I see seriousness in his eyes instead of jealousy. My heart went racing right now. Did Yuki just give permission to me to have sex with Shohei? His best friend?

I take his hand and place it on my chest. “Do you feel it? I feel really nervous with your statement. What would Shohei think about it?” I am blushing so hard right now. Yuki started to grin and whisper to me. “I already told him and he agreed.” He hugs me. “Don’t be afraid. I am here with you.” 

Is this the present that Yuki mentioned to me earlier? And Shohei agreed to do this already? Yuki is so unpredictable! How dare  you! I felt dumbfounded now.. 

“If you say so,” I paused for a moment. “But I am shy.” 

“Don’t be. You will take the lead and we are all yours.” he winked. “You dirty boy.” I added and punch him jokingly. 

How should I act now that I know Shohei is here to have threesome with me and Yuki? I am totally embarrassed. I don’t know what to do. I get more surprised when Shohei walked towards the balcony with no shirt. W-wait… is this starting already? 🥵

“Shall we have fun now?” Shohei lends his right hand to me as if he wants to reach me. I tilt my head to Yuki and he nods. “Are you okay with this, Shohei?” ask me. I don’t want things go awkward after this if he doesn’t want to then I shall not start the fire. 

“Anything for the birthday girl.” he smirks and reaches my hand without hesitation. 

His footsteps are fast, just like Yuki’s, and I follow him. He makes me sit down on the sofa. This time he is facing me and holding my hands gently. I can see clearly his toned body. He is slightly bigger and chiseled than Yuki. His skin tone is warmer than Yuki. Wait.. I shouldn’t compare him to Yuki.. 

“Babe, don’t be shy.” I felt Yuki’s arms suddenly around my body. He hugged me from behind. I feel like he tries to encourage me to make the first move. 

“Alright. We can play this game unless both of you follow my rules.” I bravely said. “One, you can do whatever you want with me tonight. Two, you can be rough but make it gentle. Last, you guys have way higher stamina than me and I might unable to keep up, so give me chance to breath. Ok?” saying that feels unreal and I feel like explaining to two school boys. 

“Of course. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” Shohei replied me with smile. I can feel Yuki nods on the crook of my neck. “So, what do you like the most during sex?” Shohei’s hand started to trace my knees in circle. Oh god, I’m not your strongest soldier tonight. “I like dirty talk. What about you?” 

“I like women on top of me.” he said with eyes staring into my soul. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE WHY IS HE SO BRAZEN. “Ugh.. okay.” was the only word that came out of my lips.

“Yuki, do you want to watch us first before you join?” Shohei asked him and I felt Yuki’s arms are no longer holding me and he pulled himself. “Yeah, you guys can warm up the game. I will follow.”

Right after he said that, Shohei took my body and lifted me without a warning. We have no space left between us. I can feel his hot breath on my face. God, why did I wear short dress in the first place, my legs hug his waist and my skin was revealed too much in this position. I feel his right hand on my ass, trying to keep me in this position. Hence, my hands are holding his shoulders tightly. 

“Where are you taking me?” I gasped when he brings me closer to the kitchen. He put me down on the island, “Have you tried doing it in the kitchen with Yuki?” I nervously shake my head. He smirks and leans closer to my ear, “Let me show you how good it is without your boyfriend touch.” I AM DONE. He made sure Yuki doesn’t hear that as he lower down his voice. I shudder hearing his husky voice. 

He started to kiss me passionately while his hands are grabbing my neck softly. I kissed him back and moved my hands on his chest, roaming his chiseled body. His body is built different. I can feel it. “Ahh” I react when his tongue tried to play with mine. He is getting deeper in my mouth and he tastes so sweet. 

His hands are now exploring my body here and there. “Shohei” I called his name when he starts to caressing my covered breasts. “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head. “Keep going.” I mumble in his kiss. 

That sentence triggers him to undress me. He unclasp my bra and pull my dress together with it so easily. He throws them on the floor, leaving me naked with my panties. Why do I feel so shy? I try to cover my body with my arms only to make him say, “Don’t cover it. You are beautiful and I can’t wait to feel you.” his voice was so low but really calming me.

“It’s my first time getting naked with other man. I’m too shy to stare at you now..” then he chuckles lightly. “You’re so sexy.” Then he kissed my neck and traced down to my shoulder and boobs with his lips. Leaving some saliva traces on me and I’m getting shiver all over my body. After removing my hands, he licked and sucked my nipple so hard that I feel stimulated down there. I play with his hair while feeling so good with what he did to my body. “Ohh yes” I finally let that moan out. Did Yuki hear it too? 

I turned my head back to see where’s Yuki at. He’s standing in the corner watching us. His face seems quite red and he smirks when our eyes met. I can’t comprehend whether he’s mad or enjoying the view. 

Shohei’s fingers are now trying to pull down my panties while he nibbles my ear. The cold surface of the island gives a tingling sensation to my body. “Are you wet for me already, princess?” More dirty talks coming out of his little mouth. I felt his fingers in between my clothed pussy. I put my hand on his finger down there, trying to pause him. I didn’t realized I was that wet when I touch the fabric of my panties. “Be gentle.” I told him when our eyes met. He nodded and get down on his knees.

He pulled my panties, spread my legs and I saw his amused face when seeing my pussy. He blow some air before I feel his lips kissing me there. “Ohh sweet Jesus!” I scream when he gets to the right spot with his playful tongue. My body automatically jerks on his face. I feel the pleasure hits me.

His technique is different to Yuki’s, he keeps unfold and folding my vaginal lips and he shows how passionate he is by caressing my inner thighs while doing his magic. “Faster please..” I beg and I feel him smiles. He gets faster and I lay down on my back, feeling the cold surface, and biting my lips out of pleasure. “Uh-huh, I feel it coming.” I close my legs created more pressure from his mouth. He then caressed my clit real fast and I was sent to heaven.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him standing and lick his fingers. “It’s unfair how you’re still in your pants, Sho” I cry while punching his area in a teasing manner. It feels as if my order is his command.

He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I’m lying if I act unsurprised with how huge his  boner is.  He reached my hand and pulled me until I sit on the edge. He removed his brief and then located my hand on his bulge. Seeing his puppy eyes, I rub it slowly while staring at him. He whimpered every time my hand reaches the tip. “Is it enough, Sho?” I innocently ask him on the pace. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I take it as a yes.

I think it’s time for me to take actions after what he done to me. I keep doing the handjob while I trail kisses on his upper body. “Faster” he said. Not long after, he hugged me and put his lips on my ear, “You are amazing”. I can feel his broad shoulders on mine and his heart beats quickly. This feels different to hugging Yuki. 

“Hold me tight. I like it.” I whisper back to him while holding his strong biceps. “Do you like it when I touch you there?” he whispered back. I nod and see him smile. His little eyes are very attractive when he smiles. “Yuki, any ideas what position should we all try?” Shohei speaks up while still hugging me. I was smiling like crazy underneath his body when hearing that. He’s so blunt and careless. I heard Yuki laughs. 

“Come here and bring me my girlfriend.” Yuki replied with his hand signaling us to follow him. All of us chuckles together. “Did you enjoy watching us?” I asked him but he doesn’t respond and walked away to the bedroom.

Shohei didn’t let go of me and he carries me bridal style towards the bedroom. “Your eyes are beautiful, Sho. Are they brown?” I asked him before we reach the bedroom. “Yeah. You like what you see from that angle?” he teases me with his fingers caressing my cheek and I can’t help but smile. He is such a warm and lovable person. This is the only time I can compliment and touch him without Yuki being mad. 

🖤🖤🖤🖤

To be continued

[aannonn]

i just read the saddest ava. comic ever and im sad

sOOoOo I decided to share the headcanons that I have so far about the ColorGang because they makes me happy;33333

for anyone who wants to read the comic.. warning: sad/bad ending. Don't take this the wrong way btw. I genuinely really loved reading this comic!

ColorGang!

╰┈➤ I always had that lil' headcanon in my head that ; even though TSC may act like one of the oldest most of the time, he's actually the youngest of the group.

﹌﹌﹌I mean- the StickFight game presented in the series felt like it existed looooong before TSC was even created, so I guess, chronologically and theoretically, RYGB are older than TSC in a certain way, though I like to think they are all the exact same age.

╰┈➤ From Oldest to Youngest, for me it's like that ; Yellow, Blue, Green, Red & The Second Coming!

(Lil' update: Apparently, I heard that Alan Becker confirmed that TSC is a lil' more older than them? So, I changed my headcanon and now from Oldest to Youngest it's actually; The Second Coming, Yellow, Blue, Green & Red! If that ends up being false - because I haven't found the video where Alan says this yet - I'll go back to my old headcanon, probably.)

﹌﹌﹌They are all the same age, but some of them were created minutes before the other. In TSC's case.. One(1) year after RYGB were already created.

﹌﹌﹌They are all ten to thirteen(10-13) years old. (Based/Inspired on that one video where DJ asked how old they were ever since their creation, and Alan responded with 10, 12, 13! lol)

╰┈➤ TSC is often called Orange by his friends and even by Alan, so he feels kinda weird whenever someone calls him 'The Second Coming'. He doesn't mind beind called 'Second' or 'Sec' though.

﹌﹌﹌'TSC' just sounds too vague, and 'The Second Coming' It's such a long name, so he prefers to either be called 'Orange', 'Second', or 'Sec'.

╰┈➤ Red loves all kind of animals and insects. One time, he brought home (aka. Alan's desktop) a gigantic centipede from Minecraft, which scared everyone in the group and even Alan, which led to Red eventually having to return it to Minecraft…

﹌﹌﹌This incident led Alan to never download Minecraft mods that contain giant centipedes again.

╰┈➤ The ColorGang all have PTSD from the last encounter with The Dark Lord. They do not want to lose each other again, much less feel the pain of being deleted again.

﹌﹌﹌They are also now terrified of giant red spiders or anything that may resembles a red spider.

﹌﹌﹌Because of that, they have sleepovers every weekend now! Mainly due to the nightmares everyone has been having ever since that day, so they decided to schedule a sleepover every weekend so everyone could have fun and then platonically cuddle. 🎔

﹌﹌﹌It worked pretty well, and even after they stopped having those nightmares, they are all still having sleepovers together because yes. 🎔

﹌﹌﹌Alan sometimes joins them with his cursor of course, but only when he doesn't have anything planned to do in the morning. Which is.. pretty rare, sadly. But they will treasure every moment.

╰┈➤ I like to think that Alan basically adopted the RYGB at this point, so they are all technically step-siblings, since I also like to think that Second is Alan's child, as he is Alan's creation.

╰┈➤ Green is a prankster. You cannot tell me he isn't because he for sure is. He just gives me those vibes man

╰┈➤ Yellow has very good sleep schedules, despite what a big(?) part of the fandom says. Sometimes he can get carried away and end up staying up all night, though.

╰┈➤ Despite being the youngest, Second acts like the 'mom' of the group. He just gives me those vibes fr

╰┈➤ Blue really loves reading and writing stories. Once, he even wrote an entire story based on the Little Red Riding Hood as he added his friends to the story.

﹌﹌﹌I must say, the group loves hearing Blue's stories, and he loves telling stories to his friends. 🎔

﹌﹌﹌Sometimes he tells animal stories to help Red sleep. It sounds silly and childish, but it's comforting for Red to hear Blue's calming voice, while it's comforting for Blue to tell stories to the sticks(they are sticks not people so-) he loves so much, especially knowing that they love his stories too.

╰┈➤ Red is the most emotional of the group, although he is also one of the strongest mentally.

(Lil' Update: Changed opinions! Now Blue is the most emotional one of the group, while Red is still one of the strongest mentally.)

(Lil' Update2: Changed opinions again-! Now both Blue and Red are the most emotional ones of the group.)

╰┈➤ Sometimes they all treat Second like a "baby", just to playfully annoy him. (Inspired on this lil' comic!)

╰┈➤ Not a headcanon, but they are all canonly silly;333

Welp! That's all the headcanons that I have so far-

I may change my mind about some, though. Maybeeee-

Welp! I think that's it..?

Cya u all in my next post! Goodbye! &lt;3

[ninani06]

— I don't deserve him {chap 1}

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[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

♡ Tags: Fluff, casual romance. Author note : I'm kinda feel bored,tired and burnout so... I relase this short story for fun. I kinda brainstorm my other short story 'How have we met' but i promise i'll release new chapter. Have fun reading.

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The slanted rays of the afternoon sun filtered through the window, bathing the entire room in a warm, gentle golden glow. In the sunset-soaked space, two girls, a (h/c) and another with short, stylish brown hair, sat across from each other at a large work desk. Both of them were producers, and this evening was dedicated solely to planning the upcoming FES.

Piles of documents, stage plans, costume drafts, and scribbled notes covered the surface of the desk. Papers rustled as ideas were proposed, discussed, and debated. From performance schedules and stage themes to costume designs tailored to each idol’s image, everything was being considered with meticulous care.

The atmosphere, though hectic, brimmed with passion. This wasn’t just work—it was their shared devotion, their hope to create an unforgettable stage for the ones they believed in and supported.

But the dark circles under your eyes were growing more and more obvious. Your face showed exhaustion, as if you might fall asleep at any moment. With graduation season around the corner, the mountain of responsibilities pressing down on both producers made every moment of rest feel like a luxury.

Your hand barely managed to keep hold of your pen, your heavy eyelids slowly drifting shut. Only when you felt a gentle, warm presence touch your cheek did your tired blue eyes flutter open.

In your blurry field of vision, you caught sight of a familiar figure—a boy with reddish-pink hair and his signature yellow hair clip. Mao’s green eyes looked at you with gentle concern, laced with a tenderness he didn’t often show.

You jolted upright, heart thudding wildly, hand instinctively flying to your chest. “Y-You… What are you doing here?!”

Mao gave a small, sheepish smile and rubbed the back of his head. A faint blush colored his cheeks. “Sorry if I startled you. I came to pick you up. The school’s closing soon, you know.”

Ah, right… You and Anzu had been working since the afternoon without even realizing how much time had passed. You let out a long sigh, your gaze dropping to the mountain of papers in front of you. Maybe… it could wait until tomorrow.

“Alright,” you said, offering a soft smile. “Just give me a sec to tidy all this up.”

“I’ll help,” Mao offered, stepping forward.

But you gently stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Wait. I can’t let you help. This is my job, after all.”

“You sure you can handle it?” Mao asked with clear worry in his voice. “You look like you’re about to collapse…”

You flinched, but quickly shook your head and forced a small, determined smile. “I’m fine!” you said, gently pushing him toward the door. “Go wait outside for a bit. Anzu and I will be done soon.”

Seeing the unwavering resolve in your eyes, Mao could only sigh in defeat. He turned to leave, but before exiting, he looked back over his shoulder. “Alright, I’ll wait out there. Oh, do you want anything to eat? My treat today.”

“Huh? I—” Before you could say no, your stomach beat you to it, growling loud and clear. Your face turned bright red as you quickly hugged your belly and muttered in a voice barely above a whisper, “…Maybe just… a cheese bun…”

Mao laughed like he had been expecting that answer all along. He gave a cheerful nod, his warm smile lighting up his face. “Got it. I’ll wait for you outside.”

With a wave, he stepped out, leaving behind a lingering warmth in the room that made your heart flutter just a little more.

You let out a small sigh of relief, finally managing to “shoo” away your annoyingly thoughtful but ever-reliable best friend. You turned back to the desk and started sorting through the papers. But the moment you looked up, you were met with a teasing gaze.

“What?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

“So sweet I got a toothache just watching,” Anzu said, resting her chin on her hand, an amused smile playing on her lips. “You two looked just like a couple.”

Your face instantly burned, redder than a ripe tomato. You turned away, flustered, avoiding her gaze. “W-We’re just friends…”

Anzu sighed like this wasn’t the first time she’d heard that. “Friends, huh? What kind of ‘friend’ comes to pick you up, worries about you like a mom, and still insists on buying you food even when you turn it down? Especially at this age…”

Your hands tightened slightly around the file in your grasp, a pang tightening in your chest. You knew. You knew your feelings for Mao had long surpassed “just friends.” But… someone as ordinary as you—how could you ever be enough to stand beside someone as bright as him?

The room seemed to still under the soft golden glow filtering through the windows. The sound of rustling papers mixed with the quiet breaths of two young girls. Anzu glanced over at you, still diligently organizing the mess, even though your shoulders drooped and your eyes were heavy.

You were always like that—quiet, meticulous, hiding all your feelings behind a calm, easy smile. But Anzu knew you too well. She could see it. You weren’t as calm inside as you tried to appear. And because she understood that, she couldn’t help but feel a twist in her own heart.

“Graduation’s coming up soon…” Anzu said softly, her voice gentle but firm. “Are you really going to leave things like this?”

Your hands paused for a moment before you quickly returned to organizing the papers, avoiding her gaze. “Mm… It’s fine like this…” Your voice was barely audible, more like you were trying to convince yourself than answering her.

“Even if your heart doesn’t agree?” she pressed, the question landing like a weight.

You clenched the papers a little tighter, your eyelids trembling slightly before you answered. “…Yes.”

A confession buried beneath a whisper.

Once everything was put away, the two of you stood up, exchanging quiet goodbyes. Though your smiles lingered, there was something unspoken in your eyes. You turned and walked in opposite directions. The fading sunlight stretched your shadows across the school hallway floor, slowly blurring them into the twilight.

At some point, Anzu looked back, watching your retreating figure with a spark of determination in her gaze. Even if you couldn’t admit your feelings yet, she would be the one to stay behind, the one to push you toward happiness—even if she had to “ship” you both with all her heart.

You walked slowly, each step blending into the soft twilight. The breeze brushed through your pink-tinged hair, carrying the scent of sunlight and fading school days.

When you reached the front gate, the first thing you saw was that familiar figure. Mao stood there, leaning against the gate post, hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie. He looked relaxed—but somehow always reassuring. His eyes lit up the moment he spotted you, like in a world rushing by, you were the one thing worth waiting for.

“All done?” he asked with a smile so gentle it made your heart ache a little.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you replied, your voice quiet as the wind, yet clear enough for him to hear.

You walked side by side, not saying much. Words didn’t seem necessary in that peaceful silence. On the way back, you both stopped by the familiar snack stand on the corner. The scent of freshly baked buns filled the air, comforting and nostalgic.

Just as promised, Mao bought you the cheese bun you'd mentioned earlier. You hesitated slightly before accepting it, your eyes wavering. You thought of turning him down—like always—but stopped. Because you knew, with someone like Mao, refusing something like this was the same as turning down the small kindnesses he poured into every gesture.

You took the bun with a grateful smile, saying thank you not with words but with your eyes. The two of you continued walking, the evening breeze a little warmer now, carrying the sweetness of melted cheese—and something unnamed swirling softly in your chest.

Mao walked quietly beside you, stealing glances. Every time you took a bite, frowned because it was too hot, and then smiled at the rich, gooey flavor, his heart would skip a beat.

Those small, fleeting expressions—maybe meaningless to others—were treasures to Mao. Moments he wanted to keep forever.

You didn’t need to try so hard. You didn’t need to be anyone else.Just you—smiling softly, blushing easily, eyes that said more than words ever could. The best friend he had loved silently for years… and the only one who made him feel like everything was going to be okay.

He tilted his head slightly, catching your expression as you tried (and failed) to hide your delight in the snack. And with a smile soft as dusk, he made a silent promise to himself

“As long as you’re by my side… everything will be alright.”

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[colouredbyd]

dude i'm so annoyed w myself cuz i can't seem to find that one detail you mentioned that was like a big clue to the Black sisters and their situation😭😭 Im like, re reading the first 3 chpts over and over again its literally killing me dude

Anyways, crackshit thoughts rq, one thing i thought about is that in chapter 11 sirius mentioned that the capital wanted at least one black to win or make it, and we see that in these games, the 70th games, we see a lot, if not all, of the Black relatives in the games. SO, if Sirus didn't run away and stayed in district 7, would he have been in the arena alongside his brother and cousins?

OKAT STAY WITH ME FOR A SECOND!! prob gonna be WAYYY off but LET ME COOK FOR A SEC!!

one way i could see this happening is if the whole reg volunteering for reader still happens, but instead of James being reaped its sirius.

when Reg takes out James originally, we are under the impression that its purely for reader, and he says that, saying he has already died for her. but in chpt 11, we see that the 70th games log doesn;t even have James's name crossed out, implying that reg was always supposed to be in the games again. so what if, reg was always supposed to take someone out of the games to join them again.

in your og story, this makes me think and questions Regs motives again because even under the impression of doing something for reader, could he still be following the Capitals/crouch's orders

In my weird little "what if sirius stayed in district 7", if Reg was always supposed to take someone out of the games in order to rejoin, and for the 70th games they wanted to prove something or wtv you got planned by having all the blacks be in one games, and Sirius already being reaped, imagine if Reg had to take out reader and then ALL the Blacks, Narcissa, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Regulus, AND Sirius being the games.

...ok now as im writing this, its making me think about sirius's role in this story cuz like, how does he know all this, first it said that he was lost to the capital after a run in with peacekeepers(ironic since reg was basically lost to the capital but anyways), but then we see him district 13!?!?

AND ALSO they mention the Blacks were basically scattered around Panem but in chpt 1 it mentions Walburga being "too far gone in her own grief to care for him." kinda like Katniss's mom, but does this mean that she is with him in district 7? has reader ever met/seen her? and for the Black Family legacy, what does this mean? did she fall with grief over sirius? over orion? and if she is in district 7, why did they put Reg, Sirius, AND WALBURGA together but seperare the sisters??

since you sort of put the Crouchs as the "big bad", characters who in the OG OG series(as much as we/I hate to mention it) were very much side characters, rather then the voldemort, the main big bad in the OG OG series, could the "big bad" of the Black family in your story by the sisters parents? or maybe Orion since we've basically have no mention of him? again prob way off but idk...

could you tell I freaking love the Black family lol....this was supposed to just be a short little side note before i continue rereading and stuff haha... sorry btw if it makes no sense, its like 2am where i'm at lol. the writing is too good im afraid, literally making me think this hard even tho its alread summer for me😪(don't stop tho👅) 

OH AND BTW GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALSSS!!! SENDING HUGS AND KISSES!!

-🦇(she/her)(realized i never mentioned it lol)

hiiii love !! — first off, please forgive me if this response is a bit messy; i literally just woke up from a 6-hour post-finals nap, but the second i saw your message, i sat up in bed, and let me just say: i am obsessed with your brain

seriously, the fact that you’re rereading chapters, digging into crumbs, asking sharp questions and spinning possible theories — it’s the highest compliment a writer could receive!! i’m honored that you’re thinking this hard about this fic, and i’ll try my best to respond thoughtfully to every brilliant thing you brought up <3

first: the black legacy + the capital’s deal with the old families

you’re completely right to zero in on what sirius says in chapter 11. that quote — “the capital wants at least one black to win” — isn’t just a throwaway line. it’s a thread that pulls at a much older, darker tapestry that’s been woven behind the scenes of this fic from the very beginning

the hunger games, in this universe, were never meant to be about chance. they’re not about ordinary children fighting for survival. no, they were rigged from the start, constructed with dual purpose:

to control the districts through violence and spectacle, and

to preserve the powerful, ancient houses through manipulation and protection.

the alliance between the capitol and the founding families — the blacks, malfoys, rosiers, traverses, and a few unnamed others — is foundational lore, as sirius explains:

“Years ago, before any of us were even born, the Capitol made a deal—something ancient and rotten sealed behind golden doors. They went to the old families, the ones whose bloodlines ran thicker than laws, the ones who’d ruled long before the Capitol wore a crown. They offered them a bargain: loyalty for power. Silence for survival. The Capitol would keep its grip on Panem and the old houses—those ‘noble’ bloodlines—would keep their legacies, not above ground, not openly, but hidden. Protected and preserved.”

so yes — the black family isn’t simply a tragic one in this fic. it’s an institution, and within the framework of the 70th games, every single member of that family present in the arena was never meant to die. that includes narcissa, andromeda, bellatrix, lucius — and especially regulus

they are part of the alliance, and the unspoken rule is that the capitol fakes their deaths for the public, quietly retrieves them, and brings them to live (often in servitude, secrecy, or strategic exile) under its watchful eye. in exchange, their families remain powerful and untouched above ground

second: sirius’s role + “what if he had stayed in district 7?”

you bring up a really compelling hypothetical — what if sirius had never run away? would he have been reaped? would he have ended up in the arena?

it’s a great line of thought, and i love how you’re thinking in both alternate timelines and internal logic. but no — sirius was never meant to be in the games. narratively and politically, he couldn’t be

why?

because sirius did the one thing no heir of an alliance house is ever allowed to do: he rebelled.

he didn’t just defy the capital — he defied his lineage. he ran away, went missing, turned his back on the pact. and in this fic, the price for that isn’t just punishment — it’s erasure. in chapter 1, we’re told that walburga grieves him the way katniss’s mother did, slipping into herself, unable to care for anything

but here’s where i need to point something out that you absolutely caught but maybe didn’t fully realize:

this story is written in first person. meaning — you’re not reading the objective truth. you’re reading starling’s truth.

if she doesn’t know about the capital’s deals, neither do you.

if she’s been fed false information about walburga, you believe it too.

if the narrative tells you sirius died — you believe that, because she believes that.

so when you ask “is walburga really in district 7? did starling ever meet her?” — the honest answer is: you’re not supposed to know yet. starling’s POV is intentionally limited, so every assumption made in early chapters is meant to be questioned later. and trust me — many of them will be !!

as for sirius’s true fate, you’re absolutely right again: he reappears in district 13, and his survival wasn’t an accident. he found out a secret the capital buried, and they tried to silence him. they failed, and like other rebels — including remus — he was saved by d13 and brought into the fold. we haven’t explored the full extent of what happened to him yet, but know that everything you’re wondering about? it’s part of the plan. nothing was random.

plus another thing to note, regulus doesn't even know sirius is alive and thinks he is dead/missing and sirius thinks his brother is brainwashed and standing with the capitol...so there is that

third: regulus + reader + the truth about the second reaping

oh this one hit me, you asked:

“was reg really always meant to be in the games again? even if it wasn’t james who got reaped?”

the answer is: yes. james being the one he took out was convenient; a diversion. it made everything look emotionally driven, but the capital knew about his love for reader (since he volunteered the first time in the 65th games and made a deal when he won that she would be safe) they counted on it. and when he began moving against them — making mistakes he shouldn’t have — they retaliated the only way that would ensure his return to the arena: they reaped her, as a punishment for him

reader being reaped for the second time was rigged. just like katniss, the capital uses the people closest to rebels to manipulate them. they don’t just want to control the game — they want to control the players. and they knew that regulus — loyal, cold, calculating regulus — would crawl back into the fire for her, and they knew he’d win. or if not win, survive. because he’s a black, and no black dies unless the capitol says so

the real villain — and why i chose barty crouch sr.

i’m so glad you asked about the bigger political structure, because this story was never meant to be just a character-driven drama. at its heart, it was always a political one. and that’s exactly why i chose barty crouch sr. as the main antagonist

in the original series, he’s more of a background figure — a stern, morally inflexible ministry man. but in this version, that irrelevance is what makes him terrifying. because sometimes, in the real world, it’s not the loudest, flashiest villains who destroy lives. it’s the ones you barely notice, the bureaucrats, the quiet tyrants, the ones who write the laws that slowly break you down

i had originally considered making the antagonists more personal — the black sisters, for example — but i scrapped that idea

why? because then it would become a story about family vs family. and that’s not what this is. this story isn’t about one bloodline turning on itself — it’s about corruption, power, and the systems that protect the elite while feeding the poor to the wolves

and that’s what makes barty sr. the perfect antagonist. he represents the quiet face of institutional cruelty — the kind of evil that hides behind protocol and policy. the kind that doesn’t need to raise its voice to be dangerous. the kind that is terrifying

i can’t say too much without spoiling some major plot threads, but i’ll say this: the people we think are in control often aren’t. the ones we blame are sometimes only puppets, and the true power? the true rot? it hides in plain sight.

on legacy, privilege, and the rigged system of the games

this fic is, at its core, about how systems protect the powerful.

the hunger games are the ultimate symbol of corruption — an institution designed to punish the innocent while allowing the rich and well-connected to survive, even thrive

the founding families are the clearest example of this: no matter what happens, they are never truly at risk. they are either protected behind closed doors or quietly returned when the cameras turn away. they are preserved, sanitized, used.

meanwhile, the innocent — the ordinary tributes, the rebels, the children who don’t have old bloodlines or capital connections — are the ones who suffer. over and over again

it mirrors the real world, doesn’t it? the most irrelevant people rule over us. the ones who shouldn’t have power are the ones making the rules, and the ones we think are evil — the flashy villains, the ones wearing the crown — often turn out to be figureheads; distractions. sometimes we don’t even know who’s really in control until it’s far too late

that’s the world of the nightingale. that’s the engine driving it; legacy, grief, memory, and rage — all tangled up in a machine that was never built to let them win

also — just want to say thank you again 🦇. genuinely, your messages make me feel so seen. i’m always willing to write whole essays (clearly) answering anything you ask because the way you read this story? it means everything. thank you for caring this deeply, and i absolutely love you for giving me a chance to once again yap <33333

[useryourbut02]

unrequited love 𖥔 rory keaner

chapter 07

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"i can't believe they shipped your eternity cage without the key. now how are we going to play warlocks fantasm!" benny said as they walked to ethan's locker.

"benny keep it down! i'm trying to attract a girl, not the whole chess club." ethan said.

"talking about sarah?" blair grinned as she walked up to her best friends.

blair's thoughts were nearly all about rory, she barely ever thought about ethan in a romantic way anymore. all she felt for him was platonic love, and she was over the moon that she felt that way. she knew she liked rory, but it was stronger than that. she was starting to feel like she could love rory.

"yup." benny nodded. ethan sprayed cologne; it was definitely unique!

ethan coughed after the millionth spritz. "dude what is that?" benny asked.

blair immediately covered her nose. "this is hormonio. it's musk. it's supposed to tap into a woman's primal nature." ethan showed.

"is it working?" ethan asked blair with a grin. "the only thing it's tapping into is my gag reflex. dude, that reeks!" blair said.

"it's definitely manly. like wrestling team laundry bag manly." benny said.

ethan rolled his eyes. "here it goes," ethan sighed, "i'm just worried she'll laugh in my face."

"she probably will." benny said. "benny!" blair slapped his arm, "ethan, she'll probably just let you down gently. good luck!" blair said.

once ethan walked away, blair saw benny looking at the musk bottle with a familiar look on his face.

"benny, don't do anything stupid." blair said. "psh, me? i would never do anything stupid!" benny said.

blair gave him a look. "right. and i'm not your twin. i gotta get to class." the brunette sighed.

blair's least favorite class was intro to chemistry; and it just so happened that that is the class she had. luckily, mr. rooney was grading work, so it was basically a free period.

"blair!" rory whispered to his table partner. "hm?" blair hummed, finishing up her homework.

"so there's this contest that i want to join where i can win this autographed star trek poster, but it's stupid because i have to have a partner! i was thinking, since we're both like, super cool amazing vampires, you would enter with me-?" rory rambled.

blair giggled, grabbing his hand that was waving around in the air. "of course i will! just let me know when we have to sign up."

"okay! thanks blair!" rory pecked her cheek. blair's eyes widened, and so did rory's as he realized what he'd done.

the bell rang before anyone could say anything.

"i-i gotta go! see ya blair!" rory said before running out of the class, forgetting his notebook. blair giggled before taking it with her.

blair, sarah, and erica walked by rory, ethan, and benny.

"hey ladies! whaddaya say?" benny said.

"drop dead geek?" erica said. blair laughed at her twins expense

"easy babe easy." benny said. "hey nothin personal, i just don't hang out with dorks. come on," erica said to her girl friends.

"just wanted to see if you wanted a sample of this new dusk perfume." benny said slyly.

erica whipped her head back, stopping sarah and blair from walking on.

"yeah, supposed to make even undead people smell like flowers. want to try it?" benny said.

"yes!"

"no thanks-" sarah was stopped by erica. "please, just one little spritz?" erica said.

"okay," sarah groaned. "hey isn't that-" blair was cut off by erica spraying the perfume on herself, and blair and sarah in the process.

the three girls breathed it in. something in blair's brain switched and she ran up to rory giggling.

"rory! did i tell you i love your hair? oh my gosh you're so hot." blair said, putting her arms around his shoulders.

"uh- thanks blair." rory said with a huge smile on his face. "shh! enough talking!" blair said. she pressed her lips against his and held his face.

when she pulled away, rory was dazed, and the two other boys were shocked as well. benny would've been very mad if it wasn't for erica.

"hey there handsome." erica said to benny. "you're talking to me. in school." benny said.

"there's other things i'd like to do in school." erica pulled benny in for a kiss by the shirt, causing ethan's mouth to drop.

rory was bashfully looking at blair while she pecked his face all over.

"ethan! stop paying attention to erica! you're gonna make your girlfriend jealous!" sarah said. "girlfriend?"ethan said. sarah smiled widely and hugged ethan's torso.

"you know what i love? all of your striped shirts, they just scream 'i'm good at calculus!'" erica obsessed.

"he actually is really good at calculus." ethan said. "that is so hot." erica said.

"i could stare into your eyes forever." blair said to rory.

"and your hair is the cutest hair i've ever seen on any boy ever. does your mom cut it? i love your skinny little arms!" sarah said to ethan with a love sick smile.

"no!" blair whined when they all heard the bell. "i have to go to class. i'm gonna miss you rors!" blair kissed the blond's lips and went off to her class.

"woah ladies! i'm only interested in one woman!" rory said as he was was surrounded at his locker by a group of girls trying to give him things.

"yeah and it's me! so beat it!" blair said. the girls all rolled their eyes and groaned before walking away.

"hey cutie patootie! do you prefer cookies or brownies?" blair said intertwining their hands. "uh cookies-" rory started. "great! you're gonna love my special recipe!" blair said.

"you don't have to do that, but if you insist! hey, i'll walk you to class!" rory said wrapped an arm around her shoulder with a smirk.

he didn't know what benny did to that perfume, but he was loving it.

blair was over at erica's house plating the cookies she made for rory when the strong love she felt was swept away and replaced by overwhelming hate.

she clenched her jaw and looked at erica whose eyes held the same hate.

"that's my man you've got there." blair pointed at rory with her fangs barred.

"the cuter one is mine." sarah said. erica hissed at the three girls in front of her as she stood in the middle of sarah and blair.

"thank goodness you girls are here." benny said.

"no one is going to kill them but us." erica hissed.

"over our dead bodies" one of the girls said.

"i can make that happen." blair hissed. the three vampires began fighting the other three teen girls.

"come on out sweetie. i want to go inside and make popcorn with you!" erica said as she pulled at the bars of the cage benny, rory, and ethan hid in.

"i don't think he can fit in the microwave." sarah hissed.

"oh i'll make him fit." erica said, reaching her arms into the cage.

"rory, come out! all i want to do is kill you!" blair banged the bars.

"no thanks!" rory squeaked.

"the eternity cage is impenetrable!" ethan shouted. "so is the prop, i hope!" benny said.

"stop! don't make us use these!" ethan help up water guns filled with holy water." ethan sprayed erica in the hands.

"it's just like being in a shark tank." rory said. suddenly a surge of teenage girls ran up to the cage and started banging on it.

"this is like being in a shark tank!" benny cried out.

"how long does shark week last?" benny said as they coward in the middle of the cage.

"well they loved us for about 6 hours. if your grandma's right, they're gonna love us for about 5 more!" ethan said.

blair, erica, and sarah, stood outside of the cage, waiting for the teenage dorks to wake up.

suddenly, they awoke and immediately saw the three teen vampires causing them to scream.

"what should we do?" blair said to her two girl friends.

"kill them." erica said. sarah nodded.

"i thought you said the spell would've worn off by now!" benny said to ethan.

"it did! now we're just mad at you!" sarah said.

"guys look, we are really really sorry." benny said.

"well you should be." erica said, "because, look what spedex just dropped off."

blair waved the key to the cage around in the air with a smirk.

"i get it! you guys want to punish us, totally." ethan said. rory nodded with him frantically.

"not them, lover boys. me." grandma evelyn said walking up beside blair.

"oh ethan, you missed a spot." sarah said as she, erica, blair, and grandma watched ethan and benny clean the car.

"here's your freshly squeezed lemonade, ma'am." rory said as he handed the glass to blair. "thank you kind sir." blair giggle. blair was never really mad about the whole thing, but it was funny watching the boys have to do what ever they were told.

[suosgirl]

Wind Breaker Ep. 13 Live Reaction (typed)

✧₊⁺ the way i immediately started giggling :16 secs into the episode bc of nirei (i fear that you are making ur way up the ladder in my heart but i must humbly ask you to stop climbing) (the manga is doing this to me y’all — he’s got me sat pretty with my legs crossed and hearts in my eyes)

✧₊⁺ TSUBAKINO I AM ON THE FLOOR, PRAISING, ADMIRING — i would write poems upon poems for you my love

✧₊⁺ umemiya the man that you are … 

✧₊⁺ SUO IS SO PRETTY I WANT TO GRAB HIM THROUGH THE SCREEN AND BITE HIS HEAD OFF

✧₊⁺ … he’s so tall too i love seeing him standing next to other ppl bc it just emphasizes it and i drool every time 

✧₊⁺ every time i see sakura on screen i feel my resolve crumbling

✧₊⁺ please i have too many husbands rn i can’t add another

✧₊⁺ every time suo speaks my body jolts — we’re meant to be together i just know it

✧₊⁺ ugh the big brother line that ume says has my heart fluttering i love them so much

✧₊⁺ …. im scared (not actually) to say this but …. kaji ….  is so pretty …. 

✧₊⁺ the close up on the lollipop leaving his mouth made my body jolt (kaji what are we?)

✧₊⁺ KIRYU IS THE PRETTIEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE SITTING LIKE THAT IN THE BACK UGH I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

✧₊⁺ every time they do the wind chime animation ugh my heart it yearns to be there

✧₊⁺ the 5 of them … look … so fucking good … i … think im manually breathing now

✧₊⁺ ugh love how dark it turned yes give me angst

✧₊⁺ i fell in love with anzai while reading the manga and seeing him animated made me like him even more 

✧₊⁺ ugh suo sits so PRETTY i am going feral

✧₊⁺ I LOVE WHEN KIRYU TALKS OMFG MY SWEET SWEEET BABY (i will combust when his fight scene gets animated)

✧₊⁺ anzai’s smiling face im CRYING

✧₊⁺ SAKURA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

✧₊⁺ his rambling is so fucking cute

✧₊⁺ AND SO PRETTY WHEN HE BLUSHES

✧₊⁺ i love when the main 5 sit together i fucking love it, it’s so cute

✧₊⁺ I LOVE THE WAY THEY ANIMATE RUNNING SCENES WTF ITS SO SMOOTH AND TENSE UGH

✧₊⁺ sorry but anzai’s fucking 3 spin kick had me gigglin a lil bit 

✧₊⁺ he’s so polite with it

✧₊⁺ jk his fighting shut me tf up real quick

✧₊⁺ ahhh i read the manga but seeing nagato’s crying animated is still so sad

✧₊⁺ okay side thoughts but damn their school looks so fucking rough

✧₊⁺ like i know why but ig i would’ve thought that by now with Furin’s reform that it would, idk, be a lil cleaned up?

✧₊⁺ a fic idea is brewing in my head as we speak

✧₊⁺ UGH THE WAY THAT EPISODE ENDS

✧₊⁺ IM CRYING

✧₊⁺ CHILLS UP AND DOWN MY ARMS

✧₊⁺ GOOSE FUCKING BUMPS AND TEARS IN MY EYES AHHHHHH

✧₊⁺ KIRYU THE LOML

✧₊⁺ AND SUO??? BITING MY KNUCKLES

✧₊⁺ I LOVE THEIR VOICES OH MY GOD

✧₊⁺ the close up on kaji was … phenomenal … 

✧₊⁺ ugh the tops of their heads as they walk — so cute

✧₊⁺ yeah that’s right nirei whip out your damn notebook

✧₊⁺ oh no another fic idea is brewing im scared of my brain

✧₊⁺ i actually want them to trample over me

✧₊⁺ NAH THAT ENDING STILL IS FUCKING INSANE

✧₊⁺ MAJOR AURA POINTS LIKE SO MANY

✧₊⁺ this was so wonderful — lots of admiration and respect and appreciation for the work and the team that made season 1 so amazing wow 

[phantasmagorianfantasy]

Freak Next Door - Part 3

Josh x OFC, 18 +

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Content Warnings: oral sex (m), cheating/infidelity, maybe some light dom/sub elements, (p sort of in v)?

Hey all! Thank you all so much for reading. I will be in Egypt for about a week or so, but it doesn't seem to be slowing the flow of ideas. Please feel free to leave me a comment or suggestions - I am trying to figure out the long term, and I'd love to hear thoughts of what people might like to see. Follow the white rabbit.

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Josh hummed contentedly as he felt the early July sun beat down on his face. He was on the back deck, jay in hand, watching the neighborhood gather at the Johnsons’, the neighbors just a few doors down. Josh couldn’t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his face as he watched the kids jump into the pool. Zachary was with them, and Josh felt his heart flip as his son joined the others, screaming and splashing. It was an amazing thing, to see Zachary truly smiling as he joined the other neighborhood kids in their shenanigans.

It’s the one thing that you did right. You made two beautiful children, he thought as he took another long drag. The last days of June had, surprisingly, passed without incident. Josh had caught a glimpse of his lovely neighbor on occasion; however, she had not given him any indication that anything had happened between them. Josh was more than a little relieved at this, but as he sat out back, pressing the hand rolled joint against his lips, he couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a part of him that missed it. In contemplative moments such as this, he couldn’t help the intrusive thought - that everything she had done had been thrilling. Stupid - completely insane, but more thrilling than anything he had ever experienced with a woman.

The next time I see you, I am going to make you beg for it, she had said. Just thinking about the way she had looked at him when she said these words made the back of his neck hot, and he allowed himself just a few moments to enjoy the thought of her before turning his thoughts back to the pool below. He had never begged before - not for this, at least. He had never had to.

The 4th of July barbecue was an annual neighborhood event, and Eric Johnson was in his back yard by the pool, fiddling with the barbecue. Nancy was traveling to and from the house with dishes to set on the buffet table. It was the perfect picture of suburban domesticity, and Josh couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the mundane nature of this sort of life. But here he was. Josh took one last drag from the joint before flicking it out into the no-man’s land between their homes.

This year, Josh had actually tried to avoid the 4th of July barbeque. In fact, he fully blamed that damned barbeque for all of his current neighborly issues as of late. Josh couldn’t even look at a strawberry without a hot stab of desire striking his stomach like a gut-punch. He had even begged Yuli to go on a weekend trip with him, literally anywhere but here.

“Whaa? And miss seeing Hannah and the kids? No way, man, this is tradition,” he had exclaimed before flipping his head back and downing a shot.

And the day had arrived, and there was truly no escape.

“Josh, can you grab the nappy bag?” Hannah’s voice called from inside, and Josh hung his head for a moment. He was just trying to mentally steel himself for this.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec, babe,” he yelled back, taking one last look at Zachary before going inside to finish getting their things together.

By the time they had made it over to the Johnsons’, he and Hannah were already bickering over nothing. He was carrying their toddler, the nappy bag, and he was desperately trying to balance the coleslaw dish that Hannah had pushed into his other arm.

“And if you can’t get a full time job, you should be spending that time at home and making sure that when I come home, I can relax without being bombarded as soon as I walk in the door…”

“Hannah, I can’t fucking do this right now. Can you just take Alex? I swear to God, I can’t do anything fucking right for you,” Josh snapped, trying to hand the small boy to his mother.

“Hey you asshole, don’t think you can talk to me like that. You wanna go back home to discuss this, or just do it in front of the whole neighborhood?” Hannah’s voice was rising, and Josh groaned, currently unable to even rest his forehead in his hand. Alex looked like he was about to start shrieking, but Josh shushed him sweetly, pressing his lips against the child's head.

“No babe, I’m sorry. I am just stressed; we will get this all figured out,” Josh said, trying to placate his wife, who looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.

“As I live and breathe! Three of my favorite people!” Yuli’s voice brought Josh a wave of relief, since he seemed to be the only one that Hannah responded to positively these says. Already her eyes were softening, and Josh saw the opening for an expeditious retreat.

“Yuli! Oh sweetheart, it is so good to see you!” Josh rolled his eyes at his wife’s reaction. Josh quickly pressed Alex into her arms, who she now took without objection since the apple of her eye had arrived. Josh flashed Yuli a smile and a wave before evacuating the situation, coleslaw dish in hand. He passed through the gate that led to the Johnson’s backyard. Before he entered, he hesitated. He tried to spot that flash of golden curls so that he knew where to avoid at all costs. After he was satisfied that he was clear, he headed towards the buffet table to deposit his offerings to the communal table.

“Josh! Come over here, my dude!” Josh groaned inwardly as he was pulled into a bearhug by Eric Johnson, who had an apron on that said ‘Kiss the Cook.’ “Man, it’s crazy how close we live, but I never see you. How the hell are ya?” Eric said jovially. Before he could respond, he felt a hand clap onto his shoulder, and he turned to be face to face with Vince. It was her husband.

“Yeah, no kidding, Eric. The wife and I are always laughing about the fact that he lives right next door, but we barely see him!” Vince was a good-looking man. He was about 6'4, and he was broad. It had always been a question in Josh’s mind - what was she doing, toying with Josh, when she had this hunk of meat at home? The man looked like the model on the front of the trashy romance books that Hannah read when they went to the beach.

“Aw, you know how it is. Between Zachary’s new space obsession and my baby boy in his terrible twos, life has just been busy, you know?” Josh said, flashing a smile even though he suddenly felt microscopic next to the adonis beside him. Vince handed him a beer, which he took gratefully.

“Ugh, I know. Kids just straight up suck the life outta ya. That’s why Alice and I are waiting a bit longer before we get any buns in the oven. You know how it is, gotta keep the wife happy,” Vince flashed a perfect smile, and Josh nearly flinched when Vince mentioned her. He did his best to avoid thinking of even her name since it would immediately send a shock of guilt and desire through him. Part of him felt like if she remained unnamed in his mind, there would be no line that he had crossed, no boundary broken. Josh made a noncommittal noise and raised his beer in agreement to the last statement at the very least.

When mid-day had passed, everyone who was going to attend had arrived. The children ran back and forth along the lawn or splashed their way into the Johnson’s pool. Josh and the other guys gravitated towards the grill, the proverbial water cooler of the party. Josh slowly nursed his third beer, the voices of the neighborhood men blending into the cacophony of the event. He leaned against the house, closest to the corner near the gate for a quick escape if deemed necessary.

The party was more crowded than it had been in previous years, and his eyes took stock of those attending. The smell of burgers and hot dogs filled the air, and Josh watched Hannah bouncing Alex happily in one arm with a glass in the other. Several of the other mothers had also accumulated by the long buffet table, alternating between hushed whispers and raucous laughter.

Yuli was making his rounds; he had made his way over to Josh for a while and shared a beer before moving on. Josh was always surprised at the ease in which Yuli could migrate comfortably from group to group, no matter where he was. While not conventionally attractive, Yuli seemed to have some sort of animal magnetism that gained him extra latitude and forgiveness, which he often took advantage of. More than once, Josh had escaped Hannah's wrath due to Yuli's boon.

After passing through several clusters of neighbors, Yuli finally settled himself beside Hannah. An uncomfortable shudder passed through Josh as Yuli’s arm slipped around Hannah’s waist in a way he could only describe as possessive before pressing a kiss against her cheek. The discomfort stemmed less from the action itself, but by the way that Hannah leaned into his touch and how her eyes sparkled when his lips touched her.

“Oh, they sure look chummy,” a soft female voice derailed his train of thought. Alice had finally made her appearance, and she was looking at him curiously, one of her delicate eyebrows crooked upwards. He exhaled softly; he had known this confrontation was inevitable.

“Yuli’s all good. He’s an old friend of the family,” Josh replied, disguising his jealousy and anger by taking another gulp from his beer. Josh tried to keep his voice even and his eyes anywhere but on Alice, but she smoothly shifted to face him so that she was blocking the sightline between himself, Yuli, and Hannah.

His breath caught in his chest as she smiled sweetly at him, the crinkles around her eyes making her innocent. She was wearing a black bikini top decorated with small strawberries, and Josh did not miss the obvious allusion to last year’s barbeque. He followed the seams of the fabric down the valley of her breasts. The sheer white skirt wrapped around her hips rippled softly in the breeze, kicking up to expose one of her legs. When his eyes returned to hers, he realized she was keenly aware of the path of his eyes, evidenced by a playful gleam in her blues.

“Hm, good friends, got it,” she said with a knowing smile. Her fingers extended as she gave the edge of his shirt a soft, inconspicuous tug. Josh’s gaze darted across the yard, but Hannah was otherwise distracted. Yuli’s lips were pressed to her ear, and she was smiling broadly with a flush across her cheeks.

“So, if I were to do that to you,” Alice took a step forward and leaned in close to his ear, “think she’d mind?” Her lips were so close to him that he could feel her hot breath on his ear and neck. It sent a shiver down his spine, and Josh hoped desperately that nobody was paying attention to them. His eyes darted to Vince who looked a little tipsy, and was laughing uproariously at something Eric must have said. Without warning, Alice bit the edge of his ear and sucked the lobe gently. His eyes snapped shut as the action fried his synapses immediately. His empty beer bottle slipped from his hands, landing on the grass below.

Reflexively, Josh grabbed her arms and pulled her from the view of the party, turning the edge of the house. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” Josh seethed as his blood pumped painfully through his groin. The bite had been so gentle, and yet he was electrified by it. Alice reversed their positions and pressed his back roughly against the side of the house, her eyes twinkling with desire.

“Does it bother you to think you might not be the only one…double dipping?” The annunciation of the last words were almost lewd, and the innuendo was clear. He turned his face to hide the flush on his neck and cheeks, and he tried to press her away gently. He desperately did not want to think on her words, but the thought had crossed his mind before. After his many transgressions, he wondered if she had perhaps found someone else to keep her heart or warm her bed when he wasn’t around. He had previously decided it was unlikely, but hearing it from someone else suddenly made him uneasy.

“Let me go. We can’t be doing this. I'm trying my best to be a good husband and father, and I won't do this kind of thing anymore,” he hissed. Josh was still avoiding her gaze, but Alice suddenly placed her hands on his chest and slammed him against the siding before her hand snapped out to roughly grab his chin. She turned his face towards her and looked into his eyes with a burning gaze. Her lips were parted slightly, and her tongue swept across them minutely, as if she were the big bad wolf, about to devour him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was just what good friends do,” she purred with a smirk. She touched her lips to his cheek just as Yuli had to Hannah. Her lips dragged along his jawline, placing several more kisses along it. Josh felt overheated as she pinned him in place, and the desire to push her away was losing against the growing desire crackling in his stomach. Everything suddenly seemed fuzzy; the lines were blurred, and he couldn’t help the hot want that her insistence was encouraging.

“Fuck, let me go, Alice. Come on, my family is here. What about Vince? What would he think about this,” he sneered, finally pulling his chin from her grasp and frowning down at her.

“Vince is an idiot,” she said hotly as her hands traveled to rest on Josh’s hips. “Plus, he doesn’t like to play games,” she wiggled her eyebrow, still smouldering as she devoured him with her eyes. "You didn't seem so concerned about him when you were nose deep in my cunt," she smirked. The use of that word seemed so sharp, so lewd from her mouth, but it sent the memory hurtling back. His stomach did a flip as he remembered the hot musk of her arousal filling his nose as he licked the juices from her like a man dying of thirst.

She leaned into him until her body was flush against his. Her hips began to grind twisted circles, and she trailed her lips over his neck. Josh worried his lip between his teeth to keep the moan in his chest captive. He always felt like he was holding his breath around her, warring against air itself in order to attempt a sense of control.

However, his breath escaped in a gasp when he felt her palm him through his swimsuit. Her fingers splayed over his length, and the desire in her face was unmistakable; her lips were parted, and a faint blush had dusted her cheeks. Her hand rubbed against the material, which felt more rough due to his growing sensitivity. She smiled up at him, a cruel glint shining through as her fingers slipped just under the elastic of his swim trunks.

“Fuck,” he whispered breathlessly, and he couldn’t help the moan escaped his lips when her fingers reached further, barely dancing against the head of his manhood. Alice was moving so slowly that Josh felt like he was going to lose his mind.

What are you doing man, get a hold of yourself, his inner monologue screamed. But when her fingers finally closed around his length, his hips jutted forward to meet her touch. His entire being was throbbing under her touch, and he watched her lips part with a satisfied smile as she gripped him. Alice's eyes were bright as she responded to his intake of breath. Her other hand slid up from his collarbone to the nape of his neck, and she tugged on his roots gently. As Josh allowed his head to fall back, she took advantage of his position and pressed wet kisses against his exposed neck. Her hand was soft, and yet the grip felt deliciously tight. He parted his legs slightly, rolling into her grip with every stroke.

“Please…someone could see us,” Josh’s brow furrowed as he pleaded for mercy. He kept his hands at his sides, knowing that touching her would be an admission of his weakness, of his guilt, of his lust. Of his lack of control.

“I could stop, but you need to tell me to,” Alice whispered before leaning up and latching her lips around his adam’s apple. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth, and the idea of her stopping at this point brought him physical pain. He had no reply for her.

“Come on, Josh. You were just saying how we shouldn’t…your family is here, after all,” she teased with an almost sing-song voice as her hand continued its assault. “Tell me to stop, and I will release you.”

Josh opened his mouth to do just that, but all that came out was a moan which was louder than he would have liked. His hand latched to her hip harshly, his fingers pressing into her hip as he tried to gain a sense of stability as the muscles in his legs shuddered. His erection was painful, and the need for release caused his hips to jerk involuntarily into her hand again and again. It was becoming slick with his own pre-cum, and the lack of friction made it all the more difficult to break away.

“Tell me to stop, Josh,” she whispered again before her tongue darted out to pull a wet trail from his Adam's apple to the sensitive skin on the underside of his jaw. He couldn’t form a coherent word, and his heart sank as the impossibility of her suggestion became apparent. She nibbled there softly with a hum of satisfaction.

“Please…” he moaned and thrusted into her hand hard.

“Please what?” Alice retorted, and sucked gently on his skin. Josh said nothing. She repeated the question, but he could only continue grinding into her hand. He whimpered when her hand slid from his cock and out from his shorts.

“Wait, what’re you…” his eyes snapped open, panicked by the sudden lack of her touch. She had done this before, and he liked it just as much as he had previously. Not much. The throbbing was unbearable, and he wanted to grab her, slam her face first into the side of the house, and slide himself into her. Part of him wanted to make her hurt like she was making him hurt, make her feel powerless under his touch until she was panting his name. But instead, he was paralyzed, looking at her with a dazed expression as he tried to catch his breath. It felt so alien to be so out of control.

“Come on, Josh, tell me what you want. Do you want me to leave you alone? Let you go back to your happy little family life without another word? I’ll do it, I will walk away like nothing ever happened,” her whisper felt harsh, and Josh was surprised at his visceral reaction to her words.

“I should…” he couldn’t finish the sentence. No, he realized, I don’t want her to stop. Wordlessly, he pulled on her hip to bring her closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He breathed deeply, smelling the natural sweet of her skin, and he pressed a soft kiss against her skin.

“Please, don’t stop,” he whimpered as the last traces of self-control disappeared. “I need…I want…” the words came out breathlessly as he felt a gentle tug from the fingers still tangled in his hair. His eyes fluttered closed when her lips touched his neck again.

Josh’s hand move from her hip to her breast and he squeezed gently. She was so soft, and she filled his hands generously.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Josh. I won’t do anything until you tell me what you want,” her voice was filled with the pain of her own need.

“Baby…I want your mouth on me…please. I want to feel your lips wrap around me,” the words fell from his lips like a prayer, and her hum of affirmation felt like a holy reply. Her hands trailed down his sides and she knelt before him. He helped her pull his swim trunks down partly, just in case they needed to hike them back up quickly. Josh's erection sprang forward against his stomach, and Alice's mewl of appreciation sent shivers through him. Josh looked down at her adoringly as she opened her mouth wide, sliding him in and closing her lips around his girth. Their eyes were locked as she moved up and down his length with confidence, her hand following the wet trail and twisting deliciously.

"Fuck, it is like your mouth was made for this," he groaned. In response, she slid him to the back of her throat and his body jerked at the sensation of her gagging on him. He tried to pull away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but her mouth followed him and she bobbed her head a few more times before rising to take a breath. A line of spit clung from her lips to his length as Alice pulled from him, and she smiled sweetly up at him. Before he could recover, she was sliding back down his length, licking and sucking as he basked in the pleasure.

"Do you suck Vince like this?" Josh chanced a snarky comment but swallowed hard when her eyes flashed to his with a glint of anger. Her motion stopped while he was fully sheathed, and he felt her teeth just barely touch his length, and he hissed, understanding the message loud and clear. This was her game, and he had to play by her rules, or not at all.

His look of contrition must have satisfied her because she resumed her wet path along him with the same fervor. His cock ached, and he felt the throbbing of his blood as he got closer and closer.

"Please, I want to cum so badly…I want you to take it all…" he whispered adoringly. The evil glint in her eye returned and she popped him from her lips. He groaned and tried to press the head of his cock against her lips, but she closed them firmly with a knowing smile.

"So very eager, aren't you?" Alice chuckled, kissing the head of his cock before sliding back up his body.

Alice stood before him, her fingers dragging her swimsuit bottoms to the side and exposing the smattering of curls he had pressed his face into not but a week prior. His cock twitched up against his stomach as she grasped him, pumping him a few times.

Josh looked towards the sounds of the party, the anxiety in the back of his mind pricking his skin. But his attention returned to Alice as she slowly and deliberately teased him. He watched in awe as she wriggled onto her toes and pressed him against her folds. He groaned, trying to push towards her center, but she moved back, grinning up at him mischievously.

“What do you think you’re doing? So fucking bad, trying to fuck me while your wife is just around the corner,” she chuckled. Josh felt a moment of white hot anger. Her torture sent physical pain through his conflicted mind and played his desire against him. Her game was a painful one, but his hips stilled. “I am not going to let you fuck me just yet, not here,” she whispered, and the promise of reaching her center one day was enough for him to grasp control over hiimself for now. Josh forced the tenseness in his body to abate, and he submitted to her ministrations. Alice hummed in approval, dipping the head of his manhood back to her slit. A growl erupted from his lips, and he felt triumph at the pleasure that sound seemed to bring her. Her eyes were bright, and the look of awe and the feeling of her wetness was almost too much, but he continued to hold his hips as still as possible as she rubbed him up and down her slit. He could feel the head of his cock run over the bump of her clit and the way her hips jolted every time it passed over it.

“You are so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasped, running his fingers down the side of her face and dancing down the side of her neck. Josh wanted to take her lips with his own, but he couldn’t bear to move his eyes from her face; she was releasing tiny breathy moans which drove him wild.

The moans were evidence that he was the one causing her that pleasure. No one else. Him.

But whenever his hips tried to push forward, she would retreat, and the loss of the slickness was a punishment he could not bear. So he stayed still, his eyes locked with hers.

Josh finally gave in and burshed his lips against hers. It was tentative, shy, delicate, as if she might suddenly turn to air at any moment. It was more gentle than he had imagined their first kiss would be, and he was suprised it had taken this long for him to taste the sweetness of her mouth. Alice's pink lips were dangerously soft, and her tongue moved against his, matching the softness in a way that was melting him from the inside. It felt as if she was gripping his heart with that kiss, and it dazed him. It felt unlike anything else they had done. There was nothing rushed or urgent, and their lips and tongues explored one another as he brushed his fingertips against her jaw.

His left hand gripped her hip and he reached down with his right to adjust himself at a downward angle. Her eyes followed curiously, and then she moaned loudly, causing him to hush her with a small smile when he thrusted. He was no longer trying to enter her, but rubbing along her slit with each push of his hips. He was fucking the lips of her cunt, and his hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, pulling her so that their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked.

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly, and Josh felt a sense of accomplishment. He continued to slide back and forth, relishing how each thrust of his hips forced a moan from her lips, how her eyes now seemed to beg him to continue. He wondered if she would feel a similar pain to his own if he stopped and pulled away from her, but he was not about to find out.

He ground his teeth with the effort of keeping himself under control. He knew that a slight bend of his knees and a careful thrust would send him straight into her center. The primal part of him told him to take her, slam into her again and again until his cum filled her.

But the look in her eyes told him that it would be a line that could truly not be uncrossed. While there was no doubt that he was being unfaithful to Hannah, there was something different about making that decision. So he continued, the sound of the slickness between her lower lips making a wet sound that spurred him on.

He felt his orgasm building in pressure, and his thrusts became irregular and almost panicked as he chased the feeling. The fingers around her nape pressed in harder as he drove his hips. She pressed her lips against his tentatively, sucking his lip into her mouth. Her hand guided one of his hands to her breast and squeezed so that her fingers interlaced and forced his own to dig into the flesh there.

“See how wet you make me, Josh? I can barely take it,” her breathy moans pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“God…fuck…I want to be inside you,” he gasped, the fingers on her hips and breast now sinking in brusingly. “You are going to make me cum like that,” he whispered.

She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pressed her head into his clavicle, and shuddered as she came over his throbbing length. She twisted one of her legs around the back of his, her own hips crashing against his as she rode out the waves of pleasure. He could feel her muscles clenching and releasing around him; and her hips shook as she moaned into his skin. Josh gave several more thrusts, trying to hold back as long as possible. His fingers raised her chin so he could stare into her bright blue eyes for a moment. He licked his lips in his desperation.

"Please..." he moaned, pressing his lips to her lower jaw as the orgasm crashed through him. He gasped into her hair, his length spasming again and again as he left a hot trail of cum along the outside of her labia and in the fabric of her swim bottoms. Her hand moved to him, pumping his length as the last traces of his orgasm faded.

They stood motionless for a few moments, basking in the glow of their orgasms. All of Josh's skin was sensitive, and her fingertips brushing against his nape made him shiver. Josh wrapped his arms around her as he tried to regain his senses.

"Mmm, you made a mess," she smiled into his neck and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss on him before untangling herself from him. He pulled up his trunks as she fixed the skirt around her waist, peering up at him. She pressed a small kiss to his lips before taking a definite step back. He wanted to pull her back into him, find a hidden place, and hold her close to him. The desire for affection turned his stomach slightly, but he wasn't sure why.

"That was fun," she said, her tone seemed suddenly cut off any indication of affection - she was closed off, business-like. "We should get back before anyone misses us," she turned away from him and adjusted her clothing.

"Wait, Alice," he started, taking a step towards her. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say, but whatever it was, it was lost as she cut around the corner of the house, striding back to the party. Josh leaned his head against the siding, and the tight knot of guilt, anxiety, and even a little regret entered his thoughts as the waves of pleasure started to abate. This game was so very dangerous. What was even more dangerous, he didn't want it to stop.

Pull your shit together. You just got off, and it was fucking fabulous. Now, go join everyone and get your head out of your fucking ass, his inner monologue chastised. He ran a hand through his hair and chanced one last look at Alice. Her eyes met his, and he felt his heart clench painfully before he forced a march towards Hannah, joining the party in body while his mind floated elsewhere.

Josh waited for a few minutes before returning to the party and grabbing another beer. His mood had been soaring, but now he felt a painful pang as he watched Alice from across the lawn. She was tucked against Vince, looking so small and even a little demure as his arm wrapped around her and rubbed her arm. His fingers pressed into the skin of her arm, and he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. Alice smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. There was no crinkle to them, no bright sparkle in the blue depths as he pressed a kiss against her cheek.

Hannah was over by the pool, laughing as Zachary splashed in the water and yelled at her excitedly. Yuli was laughing too, trying to guard Hannah with his body and splashing back. Josh wondered if he would be ruining the moment if he were to join them.

[scoundrellyfeline]

great homestuck rereading discussion - day T+1 (Feb 11)

first next

SF 13:40

(forwarded from #homosuck | Tuesday) i should put where i am in the reread next to my name to trip newgens up i think

i have now done this

SF 15:29

posting this for myself

bruh i still havent found the time to complete day 1

well i have some time rn so let me gather my thoughts and finish day 1

SF 16:30

i got distracted by file garden going down

burning ship

my mspfa pavs page is in ruins

anyways this is me now (at one point i had a version of this image with nep drawn over it but idk where the link to that is rip)

okay ppl, where was i?

https://web.archive.org/web/20090507093743/http://nedroid.com/2009/04/dare-to-keep-kids-off-drugs/ https://web.archive.org/web/20090507093609/http://nedroid.com/2009/04/you-wouldnt-dare/ lol

i failed the dare to not enjoy this rip

https://web.archive.org/web/20090505084026/http://nedroid.com/2009/04/party-cat-episode-one/ https://web.archive.org/web/20090505084052/http://nedroid.com/2009/04/party-cat-episode-two/ https://web.archive.org/web/20090507093819/http://nedroid.com/2009/04/party-cat-episode-three/ party cat lets go!!! *<:33

^ kitty wearing a party hat

next websites taking a bit to load but this headder is DOPE AF

SF 16:38

:fuckingIncredible:

ok back to reading hamsteak

funny number nice

pesterchum time :DD

:thinkingHusky:

TG: equally dumb are all those pictures of that clown youve got hanging up

EB: those are my dad's.

TG: i was talking about nick cage :HowHigh:

TG: oh and christ in a sidecar are you still using the stack modus??? i should integrate christ in a sidecar into my everyday vernacular i think

the typheus background is super pretty

(john move your cursor so i can enjoy this GOG)

i did read problem sleuth a bit ago and its def a different vibe. i would def recommend tho :33

...and this was his biggest mistake

SF 16:46

and just like that, another newspost :33

ooo yt channel

so the unnoficial collection's link to the channel doesnt work but the actual channel itself is still up somehow :/

i love the layout of this place ngl https://web.archive.org/web/20100105054251/http://jandrewedits.com/

ugh the gazorra channel link isnt working either >:<<

whatever

ill get back to readin now

You suddenly wonder if this is even possible. You don't even remember if you ever had a physical card for the STACK MODUS. You find this all to be a little abstract and you'd prefer not to think about it too much. (lol what an idiot :BB)

SF 16:53

pondering the real questions

his hair DD:

Oh good lord.

THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE.

You wish the RAZOR would have failed to launch.(:HowHigh:)

You take the TRICK HANDCUFFS, expelling the PDA like a bullet. :jadeAnnoyed:

and im stopping there i think

ok im going to go to the reddit page thingy to see what it says

(brb changing my page count)

SF 18:53

Don't know what to say? Copy this format!

Favorite Panel:

Favorite Pesterlog:

Favorite Flash (if applicable):

Takeaways:

Missed moments include sweet catches, easter eggs, connections with future/past pages and obvious misses. Anything neat that most readers will miss. Your takeaways are your overall thoughts about the update. What worked, what didn't, what are you excited for next?

favorite flash: HAS to be 82

favorite pesterlog: i liked the recent one on 110 because i think its funny

wait a sec (realized that 82 is a flash and not a panel)

uhh fav panel has to be the one where john chops off his hair and nearly kills himself (122)

takeaways: act 1 is awesome and i love the goofyness of it

SF 21:00

(forwarded from server homestuckReplay | Tuesday) yes actually, i posted this link in resources way back when. https://gitlab.com/bodertz/tuhc-timemachine/-/blob/master/sbahj.timestamps

using this to help with sbahj

[bad-cos-ideas]

[I'm still FUMING so HERE WE GO]

Horrible idea!! Including an unskipple PSA on the title screen that reminds people that

1. This is an ONLINE MULTIPLAYER GAME, and when you KOS you effectively make it AN INFINITELY LESS FUN GAME FOR EVERYONE ELSE ON SAID GAME

2. It's a survival game, yes, so killing for food or for defensive measures is perfectly reasonable!! However, if you're just committing mass genocide because you enjoy killing, it's no longer about survival!! It's called you have some fucking traumas that you can work out in therapy instead of projecting it ONTO A ROBLOX GAME ABOUT BEING A FUNKY CREATURE

3. Just because you play as a carnivorous beast Does Not Mean You Can Treat People Like Absolute Dogshit And Not Expect Them To Get Mad At You: your CHARACTER is a carnivorous beast, you being an asshole is YOU.

4. Again, this is a multiplayer game. These are REAL PEOPLE that you talk to!! So when you decide to tell someone that they should off themselves if they're so mad!! It's more than just being an asshole!! That's being a whole ass complex that you need to sort out ANYWHERE BUT ON A GAME PLATFORM LARGELY INHABITED WITH CHILDREN and even if it WEREN'T why the FUCK do you think its OKAY to treat ANYONE LIKE THAT? (this is not dramatized. I have been in multiple servers in which the chat was just a fucking cesspool of pure dickery and gaslighting and bullshit and everyone either trying to tell someone to Stop It and Get Some Help or a group of people deciding that everyone else on the server is the problem, if they're unhappy it's their fault and totally unrelated to this hellspawn of a pack making almost the entirety of the map hostile grounds and borderline unplayable)

5. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE TO MAKE EVERYONE ELSE MISERABLE IN ORDER TO BE HAPPY, SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP.

This is a psa from someone that someone kindly asked "hey are you okay with being killed? I'm doing a mission" and completely respected when I said no because I was just Straight Chilling, and then immediately after that exchange someone else tried to murk me (and at that point had attempted to and nearly killed me 5 fucking times over I am not even joking) in front of them so they chased off and killed that person only to get immediately hunted down for several fucking minutes by whomever they killed's murder buddies, ending with them being killed for being a polite nice fella and said murder buddies feeling absolutely justified because "that's the game" and It Wouldn't Be The Game If You Just Played It Like A Survival Game instead of Kill For Sport For Funsies

A lot of people would tell me "oh, it's just a game, why are you so mad?"

Because. It stops being a game when it stops being played as one. If you want a battle royale, you still have to understand that people can Not Want To Battle in a Not Battle Royale Game.

gonna be serious for a sec here, because you brought up something that hits close to home for me

everyone needs to read number 4 here especially. i see this shit way too often in game, there is absolutely no reason why you should EVER tell someone to off themselves. i don't care if you're "joking" or whatever, it's not funny, it's not cool, it's not okay. i'm not saying any of my followers do this btw, i'm using general you, this is just something that i see all the time

anyway. serious over. shrimp emoji