#the rest of the time he's causing chaos for the sake of chaos and causing tax payers a lottt of money

[captainkirkk]

I'm deep in House MD hyperfixation and mentally spinning through AU ideas

Concept: Supervillain/ anti hero House whose wanted by most intelligence agencies in the world but is also besties with famous and beloved superhero Wilson

[stellamarielu]

stay

jack abbot x female reader

summary: jack comes home from a long shift to find you fast asleep in his bed

content: fluff!!!, established relationship, reader and jack are learning how to align their differing schedules, jack cooking dinner and being a domestic little boyfriend, mentions of the trauma he experiences at work, alludes to sex but nothing explicit, basically just the reader being jack’s safe space, cute n cozy!

word count: 2k

author’s note: oh look it’s stella the oneshot wonder coming through with another jack abbot oneshot and refusing to challenge herself by writing a complex multi part fic like she said she was gonna do. whatever just let me domesticate that man in peace…

Exhausted and drained of every ounce of his energy, Jack had just finished what felt like the longest shift of his career. Twelve hours of chaos that had him longing for the silence of his home and a long stretch of sleep to clear the casual scream of trauma that lingered in his mind.

While he usually offered every little corner of himself to his job, letting it consume his life in ways most people didn’t, today tested him.

It didn’t help that he held himself together for the sake of everyone around him. In true attending physician fashion, he pushed through each intervention with tactful hands and confident energy. His collected demeanor cracked with each combative family member and patient that slipped away underneath his hands, but he never let it show. Instead, he lead every room with calm assurance and a steadfast plan. And when all was said and done, when he was finally free from the confining walls of the Emergency Department, he just wanted to go home— to let go.

Functioning on muscle memory, his feet carried him to his front door, key coming into contact with the lock and stepping out of his shoes in the entryway. He walked past the living room, following his morning routine of getting ready for bed, and tossing his backpack on the barstool at the kitchen island.

Passing through his quiet kitchen, he noticed the dishes set out on the drying rack, all clean and waiting to be put away, remnants of the night before that reminded him you were there. The cluttered mess of his day almost causing him to forget the night before. 

You came over to his place after work last night.

The narrow alignment of your weekday schedules always found you in the in-between moments. With Jack working night shifts and you having a typical nine to five schedule, the fleeting evening hours were now yours to share. Dinner in Jack's kitchen quickly became a routine delicacy in your calendars. Scraping together what little time you had, and sharing a meal before your days set sail on two opposite courses. 

You were still in the early months of your relationship, hungry to spend every waking minute together.

You’d both forgotten what it felt like to be contingent on another person’s presence. The fullness of companionship. Small smiles at learning something new about the other, and the constant urge to take mental notes of every word leaving their lips, but not letting yourself veer from their train of thought for too long in fear that you might miss something. Everything felt vibrant and exciting. Your connection blooming in the gold hues of evening sun, and tender conversation at his dinner table.

A memory of your conversation from last night played in his mind; you reaching past him to grab a cutting board standing at the kitchen counter and helping with the meal's final touches. Busy stirring something on the stovetop with a dish towel resting over his shoulder, Jack listened as you told him about your day.

Continuing to monitor the pots and pans in front of him, he asked about your plans for the evening, curious to know how your day would end as his began. You worked to chop a handful of vegetables while telling him what was on your itinerary for the night: going home to finish laundry and turning in early. 

His response to your lackluster agenda was immediate, soft and genuine as it left his lips without permission.

“You could just stay here.” 

You’d stayed over at his place before. Multiple times. Always on the weekend when neither of you had work.

It gave you the opportunity to spend unrestricted time together without a single worry of differing schedules. Each time you’d stay up as late as your body would let you, not quite used to Jack’s nocturnal way of life. Your voice would dissipate into quiet hums as your eyelids grew heavy, until you eventually fell asleep with your body pressed against his. The dim lamp on his bedside table would stay on a little while longer as he read, his back resting against the headboard, but his body would sink deep into the comforter, his mind losing focus at the feeling of you alongside him. He'd let himself peer down at your sleeping figure, facial features relaxed and soft in the faint light of his bedroom. A true depiction of the endless beauty found in stillness. Finding solace in the comfort of your skin, warm and real and touching his, he would always fall asleep much faster than usual. 

Given the ease of your previous sleepovers, it wasn’t odd for him to mention you staying over at his place, but it felt different this time.

The intention was distinctive— a deepening of dependence. It wouldn’t be the normal arrangement of talking, and laughing, and fucking well into the early morning hours until you fell asleep in his arms. This time you would be there, alone, in his space. It felt like an extension of trust. An extension of newfound domesticity in your relationship. A taste of reliance.

“Like just stay here while you’re at work?” A hint of a smile danced on your lips as your words came out in wishful anticipation.

He caught it. The excitement in your voice, and the careful raise of your eyebrows as you kept your grin from stretching across your face.

“If you want to.” Setting down the sauce-stained utensil in his hand, he took a single step toward you, body angled slightly behind yours as his arms wrapped instinctively around your waist, his chin coming down to rest on your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t mind coming home to you in the morning.” His words sunk into the crook of your neck before his lips found your jaw in a careful kiss.  

Under the spell of his touch you agreed to his invitation, finishing dinner, and receiving an all too-natural kiss goodbye from Jack before he lingered at the front door on his way out. 

After an evening spent in his home, you fell asleep in his room, on his bed. And that's where you remained, still dreaming under the gentle weight of his comforter when he got home from work. 

Careful not to wake you, his steps softened as he came to the doorway of his bedroom, leaning against the frame to find your body snuggled in his sheets.

You were sprawled out on your belly with one leg bent and your hands underneath the pillow. His pillow. You must’ve ventured over to his side of the bed in your sleep, your back rising and falling with gentle breaths as your face smushed further into the cotton pillowcase. 

Fragments of your body peeked out from underneath his bedspread, the heather grey t-shirt on your back immediately catching his eye. Only a sliver of the ambiguous material was visible on your shoulders, but Jack new the shirt adorning your sleeping figure belonged to him. The sight of you wearing his clothes, nestled deep in his sheets, made the rhythmic beating in his chest stutter.

He let himself watch for a minute, standing in silence with a subtle grin on his lips.

The trials of his day dispersed right there in the threshold of his bedroom. Every high stress situation and crucial decision fading in the background as you laid on his bed, captivated by a peaceful slumber.

He knew it wouldn’t last long, knew your schedule like the back of his hand, and it was only a matter of time before you would be waking up to start your day. Half an hour maybe. 

His time with you, snuggled and serene in his bed, was limited. All he wanted to do was join you. To give himself over to the soothing consolation of your figure weighed down into his, and drown in the comfort of your soft breath. 

He had to force his way to the bathroom. Stripping himself of the clothes littered with the impurities of his job. Turning the shower faucet, and fighting his desire to lay next to you with his clothes still stained from work.

He couldn’t do that, wouldn’t do it.

There was nothing worth bringing you into his world. The grime of trauma and death had no place next to you. You were separate from all of that. Pure from the suffering he had to witness on a daily basis. Any anguish abiding in his thoughts, on his clothes, rooted in the ache of his body, all of it vanished the second he saw the soft curve of your lips after a long day.

Less than three minutes of scrubbing and rinsing his body under the shower head and he was out, working himself into a pair of shorts before silently stepping back into his bedroom. Relief flooding through his body at finding you still fast asleep on his side of the bed.

He almost doesn’t want to join you, to ruin the perfect scene set in front of him; your sleeping figure draped over his sheets, but then you stir. Your legs move slightly, and your head buries deeper into his pillow and he’s crawling onto the mattress in seconds. It dips under his weight, and one of your eyes squints open at the interruption. A sleepy smile melting onto your expression as contentment engulfs you both. He squishes next to you, eliciting a gentle hum from your chest as his body comes into contact with yours.

“Hi.” Your voice is sleepy- barely audible. Music to his ears.

“Hi.” Far less drowsy but still holding a tired rasp, his greeting fills the thin space between you, both heads sharing a pillow as your bodies face one another. 

“You’re in my spot.” His whisper hides in a smile as his hand finds the curve of your waist underneath his t-shirt.

You try to mumble out an apology, shifting your body back to the other side of the bed, but his arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The muscles in his body constricting as he hugs you tight against him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The familiar teasing of his voice sends a wave of comfort rippling through your body. You let his arms envelop you. Melting into his touch, surrounded and satisfied by his company.

“Want you right here.” His words are muffled in your hair as he places a kiss to the top of your head. 

You don’t fall back asleep, but Jack does. His eyes closing and breath evening the second he has you in his arms. The rigid facade he holds in place vanishing under a soft veil of sleep.

You lay with him for a few more minutes, drenched in his affection, until you're practically prying his hands from your waist and rolling out of his bed. You’re hesitant to leave, your body trying to lull you back into his sheets, the calm of his embrace calling to you as you slip quietly from his bedroom.

Already counting down the minutes until you’re back at his place for dinner, you pad into the kitchen, carefully putting away the dishes laying out on the drying rack before gathering your belongings and starting your day. 

[princesssukunalover]

Inconsiderate

Toji Fushiguro is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag.

CW: NSFW, Toji Fushiguro x Female reader, age gap, unprotected sex, hate sex, missionary, doggystyle, degradation, begging, creampie, squirting, size kink, ball sucking, oral sex (both receiving), slapping, spanking, spit play, choking, face fucking, dacryphilia, VERY ROUGH SEX, dubcon elements, overstimulation, him being a nasty pervert, lack of aftercare. (I'M SORRY) Not proofread. 

Wc: 5027

A cheerful bell above the door rings, signifying the start of another tedious shift at the ramen restaurant that you work in. Like clockwork, you tie a black, stained apron around your waist, sighing as you look at the customers coming in. Every week is the same. You spend your weekends dishing out food, and clearing it off the tables. It’s simple enough. And every week is the same as you keep telling yourself ‘Just a little longer.’ until you finally graduate from university and you can finally leave the job that funds your studies. The restaurant that you work at is far from perfect. You deal with the same sleazy customers every week; the same scum that come in with a scowl on their face, gamble, lose, and leave with a scowl on their face. There’s really no pleasing any of them, so you don’t even try. Most of them don’t even care, their minds too occupied by whatever horse race is airing on the rundown, static television in the corner of the room. 

And then there’s him. Toji Fushiguro. You only know his name from your boss, who seems to be an acquaintance of his. But an acquaintance is definitely not the word you would use to describe your relationship with him. Toji Fushiguro is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag. He spends his weekends at the restaurant, gambling and causing chaos with other customers. Toji finds any little thing to complain about when he knows that you’re on shift. He ordered tea? It’s too cold. He ordered ramen? There’s not enough meat. He ordered a desert? It’s too sweet. And on the rare occasions that the food is to his standard, the tables are a mess and the choice of seating is inadequate. 

Fushiguro finally makes his appearance. He treads towards the counter, an irritated look already plastered on his face. The scar on his lip does nothing to help him. It makes him look even more intense than he actually is. “Morning, doll.” He smirks. You try to mask your annoyance, but he knows how you hate when he calls you that. And that’s precisely why he does it. “What would you like today, Fushiguro?” You ask the man, mentally preparing yourself for the bullshit yet to come. “How about some sake?” He flatly responds.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for drinking?” You ask the well-built man, tilting your head in a way that Toji finds adorable.“Don’t you think you should mind your business?” He bites. You simply nod, not having the time or energy to deal with him. 

He stares intently as you prepare his drink, purposely provoking you, reminding you not to mess it up. When you bend down to grab a clean cup from below the counter, his eyes wander like the pervert he is. Toji knows that you can’t be less than 21 years old, but you’re nowhere near the same age as him. There’s some sick part of him that likes it. He likes how no matter how much shit he gives you, you’re going to do nothing but take it like a good girl, respecting her elders. This continuous cycle of Toji giving you more reasons to despise him continues for weeks, until the day you finally see him, outside of the restaurant. 

–

On a night out with friends, you’re sitting at a bar, ordering drinks while the rest of the group are on the dance floor. The ice cold metal from the bar stool brushes the bottom of your thighs, visible from the short dress that you regret choosing to wear. It leaves little to the imagination and you can feel the lustful stares from the men around you, trying to ignore it. Of course, you are not aware that one of those lustful stares is coming from Toji Fushiguro. The same man that spends his weekends finding ways to aggravate you is now spending his evening, thinking of how he’s going to rip you away from those pesky friends of yours. He wonders why you are even in such an establishment. You seem like the type of girl that would be home by 8, in bed by 9 and asleep by 10. The type of girl that wouldn’t be ordering shots like nobody’s business. Toji is pleasantly surprised when he watches you let loose and he wonders just how far you’ll go for the night.

When you’re about to pay for your drink, the bartender informs you that somebody has already done the honours. “Who?” You ask him, a confused look on your face. You turn to where the man is pointing and the confused expression on your face turns into a skeptical one. Toji stands up and you sigh. He strides towards you, a drink already in his hand, before he takes a seat beside you. He has that same smug look on his face, but you can tell he’s already been drinking. The alcohol gives him a dazed look that you find oddly attractive. You take his appearance in completely, eyeing the dark compression t-shirt that he’s always wearing, only in this lighting, it makes his muscles look even more defined. The black jeans that he’s wearing fail to conceal the absolute monster that he’s ‘hiding’ in his pants. For a moment, you even wonder if he’s hard. “You know, my eyes are up here, darlin.” Toji teases, looking down at you. You roll your eyes at him, going back to your drink. “Jeez, I don’t even get a thank you. How unappreciative.” He mumbles, staring into your eyes.

“Get lost, old man.” You spit out, to which Toji’s grin widens. He starts to play with your hair as if you’re some kind of toy. “Is that how you talk to me when the boss isn’t looking? You usually treat me so well at that shitty restaurant.” He jokes, resting his head in his hand as he leans on the bar counter, eyeing you up. Your eyes flicker between the zip on his jeans and his face, struggling to concentrate on his words. “I wouldn’t even piss on you, if you were on fire.” You snarl, the alcohol clearly taking effect. Toji moves the drink from in front of you, letting out a loud laugh, one that you’re used to hearing. “Damn, sweetheart, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Do you need something? Toji?” You reply, clearly getting annoyed. The tall man hums before he responds.  “Do you need something? Doll?” He questions, his face inching closer towards yours. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask Fushiguro, moving away from him. “I don’t know, doll. It’s just that, the entire time if you've been sitting here, you’ve been struggling to look away from my dick.” He growls in your ear, before licking the shell of it. Toji doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench together. 

“Oh, shut up. Don’t you have other things to do?” You try to avoid his remark and your face warms with the mix of lust and shame. “I can think of something I’d like to do. Or someone.” He tells you, his hand resting over your right thigh, which is shaking with anxiousness. You don’t realise it’s there until he squeezes your thigh and you turn to look at him. “The last thing I wanna do is fuck you. You asshole.” You attempt to lie, struggling to make eye contact. “Oh yeah? Is that so?” Toji asks you teasingly. You nod. Toji forces you to look into his eyes. “Then why haven’t you moved my hand from your pretty thigh?” You glance down at his hand. Sure enough the lengths of his fingers are rubbing circles into your thigh, waiting to be stopped. 

It takes you way too long to shove them off you. “You’re the worst.” You mumble.

“I know, baby. I know. But if you come home with me tonight, I’ll make it up to you.” Toji tells you. It’s the last time he tries to lure you in. And it’s the first time that it works because you find yourself holding his hand, following him out of the crowded club. You don’t have the means or time to say bye to your friends, your mind only focused on Toji’s defined biceps as he pulls you out through the door. Fushiguro suddenly crouches down before you feel his strong hands grip onto your thighs. You yelp in shock as he lifts you up, carrying you over his shoulder like a ragdoll. “Put me down, Fushiguro!” You shout. He laughs at you, carrying you down the street as if to say you’re his property. It only takes a minute before he reaches his house. He unlocks the door swiftly and practically slams it behind you and then he carries you upstairs. 

Toji throws you on his bed. You sit up, ready to scold him for his lack of care and tenderness, but he speaks first. “I’m gonna give you one last chance to leave. Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He tells you, staring into your pretty eyes. “Are you staying?” He asks you, to which you nod. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, doll.” He informs you.

“I want you to fuck me.” You quietly admit, clenching your thighs together like a needy slut.

“Huh? Say it a bit louder.” He orders you, tapping on his ear as he leans closer to you.

“I want you to fuck me, Toji.” You shamefully cry out. He smirks, blood rushing to his dick, which is now throbbing in anticipation.

“That’s a good girl. Lie down.” The man instructs, the praise making you blush. 

You remove your tight, black dress before you lie down. Toji wastes no time pulling your heels off. You hear two thuds as he discards them onto his bedroom floor. He grips your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and he kneels down. Your pussy throbs expectantly. The skin of your pussy is met with the cool air as Toji peels away your underwear. “Slutty little panties.” He mumbles, pocketing them into his jeans, which he unzips, freeing his cock. Toji groans as he lays his eyes on your pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy.” He mumbles, pushing one of his fingers in. You moan at the praise. “You’re already so fucking wet for me.” He pushes another finger in before he leans forward, kissing your clit.  

Toji allows his tongue to play with your pussy, flicking up and down your clit, sucking it little by little. It’s teasing, cruel, almost. You whine desperately as his long fingers thrust at a quicker pace. “That’s it, baby. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He slurs, the vibration of his voice bringing you even closer to an orgasm. “Don’t stop..” You moan, tugging at his hair to bring his face closer to you. He groans in response, curling his fingers inside of you until you jolt. “Hmm… So that’s where you like it..?” He teases, repeating his movements. Your moans turn into cries as he starts ruthlessly fingering you, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot. Just when you’re about to cum, he stops. “Need you to finish in my mouth.” Toji mumbles before you feel his tongue poke inside your pussy. It feels so dirty, his wet tongue playing inside of you. But it feels too good. The man eats you out like he’s starved. He eats your pussy like it’s his favourite meal. You start to grind your hips on his face and he licks your folds before circling back to your clit. “I.. I’m gonna cum..” You moan sensually. Toji grips onto your thighs, pulling them apart to make sure that no part of your pussy is left unloved. 

Fushiguro’s tongue has your legs shaking as you cum rapidly. He doesn’t stop licking your pussy, nor does he remove his grip from your plush thighs. “Toji, stop. It’s too much..” You tearfully wail while he laps up your cum. He ignores your pleas, completely absorbed in your twitching pussy. While Toji over-stimulates your needy cunt, you almost cry, trying hard to close your legs. You can’t take it anymore. Your ears ring as he forces another orgasm out of you. You cry out, begging him to stop, which he doesn’t. His tongue endlessly toys with your cunt. It makes you slowly start to lose your mind and you lose your ability to even speak. He notices you stop begging, your words turning into slow, erotic moans. “Poor girl, can’t even take my mouth. I wonder how you’ll even take my cock.” He groans as he finishes abusing your pussy. He plants soft, loving kisses on your pussy and inner thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Toji watches as your pussy is still twitching, begging for more. The tip of his cock leaks with pearly white precum, waiting to be swallowed by your tight hole. 

“Tell me, baby, you ever sucked a dick before?” Toji asks you. You hum in response, nodding shamefully. He tuts. “Dirty fucking girl.” He teases. You sit up and kneel before him on the bed. He towers over you, staring in awe as you submissively gaze at him. Your tits are perfectly plump and perky, nipples perfectly hard, both ready to be toyed with. Toji starts to grope your breasts. “You’re such a good fucking slut..” He groans. Although his constant praise turns you on, all you want is for him to hurry up and pound you. “Just hurry up and fuck me, Toji.” You burst, catching the man off guard. He stops playing with your breast and grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Who do you think you are? Ordering me around in my own house?” He asks you, stroking your face. You stay silent. “I think you should be punished. Punished for being such a slut. Punished for not respecting your elders.” He continues. You do nothing to defend yourself, preparing yourself for whatever punishment Toji has prepared for you. “Open your mouth.” He orders. 

Toji spits inside. You keep your mouth open, partly from shock, partly because you want him to do it again. He spits in your mouth a second time, this time slowly, allowing it to drop into your mouth. You close up, swallowing his spit like a shameless whore. He smirks, undoing his belt and putting it on the bed. His trousers drop to the floor and his cock springs completely free. It’s huge, perfectly veiny and way too thick. Toji notices how your expression falters a little. “Too big for you?” He teases.

“I’ve seen bigger.. It’s nothing impressive..” You lie, a smirk forming on your face, which is quickly wiped off as Toji’s hand meets your cheek. “Fucking bitch. I’m tired of your fucking attitude.” He grabs your hair, yanking you down from the bed and onto the floor. It’s utterly humiliating. He forces you to look at him, your face right below his balls. And although you hate Toji Fushiguro, although he’s 10 years older than you, although you already came twice, your pussy is throbbing, begging to be abused by the man in front of you.

“You gonna shut me up, old man?” You tease, digging your grave a little bigger.

“Hmm yeah..” Toji hums, rubbing the flesh of his penis on your soft face. You pout, fluttering your lashes at him. “You gonna teach me a lesson?” You ask submissively. Toji continues rubbing his dick on your cheeks. “Sure..” He tells you. You giggle in response. He’s had enough. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart?” He asks with false kindness. Toji positions the tip of his cock at your glossy lips, prompting you to open up. Big mistake. He grins and you realise just how much trouble you’re in. Toji forces himself into your mouth, but it’s not just the tip, it’s all of him. All eight inches of cock are now inside your throat as you begin to choke. 

You try to breathe through your nose, the scent of his crotch is intoxicating. It’s absolutely fucking degrading. You’re ashamed of yourself and for a moment, you wonder what your friends might think if they saw you like this. Toji moans as he feels you physically swallow his cock. Your throat warms his dick perfectly until he pulls out. Before you can even speak, his dick is back inside your mouth. He starts to fuck your throat, spit collecting and acting as lube. It’s painful and demeaning, but there’s a sick part of you that enjoys every second of it. “Stupid little brat. That’s what happens when you run your mouth.” He laughs, fucking your face. You gag on his length. If you weren’t already crying, you definitely are now. Toji grins, watching as mascara runs down your face. Your fingernails dig into his thighs for support, though he doesn’t mind the pain. 

The constant abuse of your throat makes you lose your mind. You stare up at him, a pleading look in your precious eyes, which is ignored as Toji mockingly stares back at you. He pulls out and you gasp for air. Your relief is short-lived when Toji grips the base of his cock, lifting himself so that his balls can rest on your face. “Suck my fucking balls, bitch.” He orders. You whimper lowly before licking his balls. One lick turns into two, which turns into you slotting both of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently. Toji pumps his cock with his rough hands, moaning as you pleasure him like a good slut. “Nasty little whore..” He almost laughs. “Use your hands.” He instructs, allowing you to take over and rub his dick. Toji groans vulgarly, watching while you do your best to get him off. The way he looks down on you has your stomach fluttering, even though it shouldn’t. 

Your lips part from beneath his dick, returning to form kisses on his shaft. “I love your dick.” You tell him, mesmerised. His dick twitches at your words. You start to lick his length and suck at the tip of his dick, getting a taste of his precum. Toji intervenes, pushing his cock back into your mouth while you suck him off. “Let me see you play with your pussy while you suck my dick.” He grunts and you do exactly that. Toji’s dick twitches as he watches you. You’re playing with your pussy and fingering yourself while you suck him off. The sound you make, sucking and swirling your tongue around his dick is almost enough to have him cum down your throat, but when you moan from toying with your clit, Toji’s just about ready to cum. “Stick your tongue out..” Fushiguro slurs, while he pumps his cock. Thick ropes of cum paint your tongue white as he finishes. He slaps his dick on your tongue a few times, spreading it out before he moves to cum on your face. 

When he’s completely bottomed out, he stops for a moment to admire his little masterpiece. Mascara is running down your eyes and there's an erotic blush on your face, which is covered in cum. Your lips are swollen and his cum drips from your mouth, down onto your tits, little by little. You’re on your knees before him and your hair is slightly dishevelled from him tirelessly gripping it. You stare up at Toji, whimpering from his wrath. He hums before speaking. “I don’t think we should let that cum go to waste..” He tells you, swiping a little off your face with his index finger, like icing on a cake. He doesn’t even have to tell you what to do because you’re opening your mouth and sucking Toji’s cum off his finger. And just like that, he’s hard again, feeling as your tongue swirls around his finger. He watches carefully as you swallow his cum.

Fushiguro leans down to lift you up gently. Although he just completely ruined your face and your throat, he is still somewhat a gentleman. He sits you down on his bed and you move back a little. Toji moves closer to your face, his two arms supporting him as they rest beside your face. “Come here, doll.” He mumbles before placing his lips onto yours, which are soft and plump compared to his own. Your tongue grazes on the scar of his lip before he pushes his own into your mouth. Your heart pounds dangerously as you make out with him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in closer. Something about it feels so right, but you tell yourself not to get hooked. It's difficult when he’s kissing you so tenderly. You moan against his lips and you lift your legs up, allowing him to place his dick against your pussy. Toji groans at the contact, grinding himself into you as reciprocate. 

Toji pulls away from your lips before he’s, kissing your cheek sweetly. His kisses migrate down your jawline until his lips are on your neck. The kissing turns into light sucking as he teases you. You mewl in response, feeling his lips curl into a smile. “Hmm.. She’s sensitive there..” He teases before he continues to leave love bites along your neck, moving down towards your breasts. You expect him to start toying with your nipples until he sits up, properly aligning his length with your pussy. “Fuck.. Your little pussy’s just begging to be filled.” He murmurs, eyeing as you twitch around nothing in anticipation. Toji uses your arousal as lubrication to push his dick inside you. A visible bulge forms beneath your stomach. He’s so fucking big compared to your tiny pussy. He could almost cum as you start to whimper, telling him you can’t take it. “It’s okay, baby, you can take it.” He reassures you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size while his dick stretches you so good. “You’re so big..” You moan, your pussy throbbing on his length. 

Toji lets out a light chuckle before he leans closer to you, his face inches away from yours. He starts off slow. Slowly thrusting himself in and out of your pussy, which feels heavenly around him. Your pussy is nice and warm, tightly squeezing him, but it’s still wet enough for him to fuck you good. “God.. You feel so fucking good, squeezing my dick like that.” Toji groans into your ear, making you moan in response. He whispers praises into your ear before he bites it tauntingly. “Stop teasing me.” You cry out. Toji fakes his sympathy.

“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.” He murmurs before kissing your soft lips. You moan into the kiss and he speeds up his thrusts, fucking himself into you. Your hands make their way around his back, pulling him in closer. 

The way you’re moaning has Toji completely entranced. The feeling of your soft hands caressing the hard muscle of his stout back hypnotises him. He pulls away from your lips and looks you in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the day I met you.” He confesses, your eyes widening as you look at him. “What.?” You ask him, stuttering as he continues fucking you. “You’re so fucking cute.. Such a pretty girl..” He mumbles, clearly drunk on your pussy. You smile knowingly before you pull him in for another kiss. You can feel that Toji’s about to cum when he twitches inside of you, speeding up his thrusts. His right hand makes its way to your pussy, teasing your clit while you take his cock. His fingers are fast and resolute as he works to make you cum. All of a sudden, it becomes too much. The smell of Toji’s cologne is intoxicating, paired with the faint smell of cigarettes coming from his bedroom. He’s now fucking you so rough and so good, abusing your clit with just his fingers. “Toji.. I think I’m gonna cum.” You squeal, clenching your pussy on his cock.

“Come on, baby. Cum on my dick.” He groans, pounding into you with purpose. 

And just like that, you let out the most erotic moan that Toji has heard in a while. You’re a blabbering mess the man above you continues to fuck you, chasing his own orgasm. “Where do you want me to cum?” He asks you, to which you weakly respond.

“Inside..” He groans in anticipation. The thought of him filling your pussy with his cum riles him up. “You want me to breed your little pussy? Hmm? Want me to use you as my personal cum dump?” Toji questions and you nod beggingly. He kisses you on the forehead before he leans back away from you, gripping onto your thighs. Toji pulls your body closer to him, using you like a fleshlight as he pounds into you. He moans passionately as he bottoms out inside of you, filling you up with his cum, just like you wanted. “Fuck..” He slurs, slowing down his thrusts and wrapping his thumb and index finger around the base of his dick. He slowly pulls out halfway, allowing the rest of his cum to stay inside of you. 

When he finally pulls out, his cum slowly oozes out of your pussy. Toji wishes he could picture this moment forever, watching as you collect your breath, completely in a daze and all fucked out. “You’re letting my cum go to waste.” Toji teases, slapping your thigh tauntingly. You mewl from the feeling. The sight of cum dripping from your pussy is enough to make Fushiguro want to fuck you again. He’s not sure how, but he knows that he has a few more rounds in him and he just hopes that you’re the same. “Think you got one more round in you?” He asks. You freeze and he notices.

“I can’t..” You whine, completely ruined by Toji’s huge dick.

“Aw.. Come on princess.. Just one more? Promise I’ll be gentle.” He urges. You know he’s lying and so does he. “Just one more.” You repeat. Toji doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he rapidly flips you over, pulling your ass closer to him and you yelp. 

“I wanna fuck you from the back.” Toji growls as you lay your face down on the bed with your ass up to him. You look and feel like a complete slut, ready to be bred a second time by Toji Fushiguro. Testing the waters, he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, which recoils so beautifully. You let out a pleasing hum in response and that’s when Toji knows that you’re a little slut who gets off from being spanked. “Fucking little, slut.” He slaps your ass again. You whine as you feel Toji’s thick, wet cock line up with your entrance, yet again. He uses his cum as lube and pushes himself into you. Although you’ve already been fucked by him, it still feels too big for you and you need time to adjust. But Toji doesn’t care. He starts to fuck you, completely absorbed in the way your ass bounces off his dick. The only thing you can do is lie there and take it. 

Toji’s hands grip at your waist, pushing his dick further inside you than before. You’re sure that the tip of his dick is hitting your womb and the feeling drives you insane. As he’s fucking you, Toji loses interest in your comfort. He’s too busy pulling you back and forth on his dick, desperate to fuck his cum into you. You cry out in pain as he spanks you continuously, muttering degrading and sensual words that bring you closer to orgasm. He spends the next couple of minutes fucking your pussy from behind like a beast before he’s gripping your hair and forcing you to arch your back completely. “Toji… ahh! It’s too much!” You cry out, gasping for air. He ignores you. “Please…” You beg him. He ignores you. “I can’t take it..!” You start to sob. He wraps his right arm around your neck. “You can’t take it?” He asks you as if you are even capable of responding. “No.. baby, you’re gonna take it.” He tells you as his hard biceps start to choke you and he pounds the fuck out of you. 

That’s when you realise that you should’ve stayed at the bar. Once again, you are reminded that Toji is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag. He doesn’t care about making you comfortable. He’s already given you three orgasms and that’s enough. All he cares about is ruining you and leaving you full to the brim with his cum. Toji plants kisses into your scalp, telling you not much longer. Your back is seriously starting to ache and you can no longer feel anything below the waist. Your hips jerk up abruptly as Toji’s dick hits your special spot. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continuously attacks your sensitive area until you're squirting on his dick, crying and drooling as you cum from the abuse and overstimulation of your pussy. Your orgasm is followed by Toji’s when he drains his balls inside of you, filling you with his cum. He slows down and lets your body drop back onto the bed, your perfect ass still in the air. 

The older man watches as his cum drips out of your pussy, which is now red and swollen from being tormented by his dick. He bites his lip, enthralled by how out of bounds you look. He rubs your ass apologetically but you don’t move until he pulls your legs back, allowing you to completely lie down on your stomach. You’re a whimpering mess, unable to form a sentence and in complete ruins, trying to recollect your breath. “You’re an asshole..” Is the only thing that you can mumble before you close your eyes. You hear him grab something from the pockets of his trousers before he answers.

“I know.. Baby. I know.” Toji murmurs, lighting a cigarette.

I'm so fucking sorry for this. LOL.

Lowkey wasnt nasty enough for me 😝

Likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3 lmk if you want to be tagged for more posts like this.

[fearlessreid]

anyone else but you

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

summary: on a grocery trip, ellie feels she is too grown for her father’s affection (she’s 4 and dramatic just like her dad). same universe as this fic

warnings: disgusting family fluff, not proofread erm

title is taken from the moldy peaches song

𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐

I smiled to myself as I pushed the stroller down the aisles of the grocery store, one hand clutching the handlebar while the other rested on the growing curve of my belly. At almost six months pregnant, I was starting to feel a bit more worn out, but nothing could spoil this moment—especially not with my little family all together.

Eddie, ever the picture of chaos and charm, was trailing behind us, pushing a cart filled with half the store's stock. I swear, sometimes I think he just enjoys shopping for the experience, as opposed to the need for food. As if on cue, I heard him mutter under his breath.

"Why do they even sell strawberries this big?" he grumbled, picking up a package that looked like it belonged in a giants kitchen. "Who needs this many strawberries? This is outrageous."

I let out a laugh, the sound of it nearly drowned out by the excited chatter of our four-year-old, Elvira, who was marching confidently ahead of us, we normally put her in the cart seat but we decided it would be good for her to walk with us. "Mommy, look! I’m a big girl!" she announced, running around eddies legs who’s standing next to me with the cart.

"You're sure are, honey," I replied warmly, my eyes following her as she navigated the store aisle with the kind of energy only a four-year-old could possess. "Big girls go fast."

"Fast like a cheetah!" she replied with a squeal.

Her confidence was contagious. I couldn’t help but smile as she strutted ahead of me, her curly brown pigtails bouncing with each step. "Alright, Ellie, slow down!" Eddie called from behind us, pushing the cart toward us.

"She's fine," I said, my voice laced with amusement. "She’s just being independent. Look at her go."

But Eddie wasn’t done. He moved quickly to catch up with her, an exasperated but loving expression on his face. Reaching out to grab her hand, he said, "C’mon, kiddo, hold my hand. We’re in a store, and I don’t want you running off like last time."

Ellie stopped dead in her tracks, looking up at him like he’d just asked her to eat a plate of broccoli for dessert.

"Nuh-uh, Daddy! I’m a big girl!" she declared firmly, pulling her hand away from him.

Eddie froze, his eyes wide, as though the idea that his little girl was growing up was hitting him a little harder than usual.

"A big girl, huh?" he said, trying to mask the hurt with his usual playful tone. "Well, big girls hold hands when they’re in public."

But Ellie just crossed her arms and shook her head, her small frown deepening in defiance.

"No! I can walk all by myself. No hand!" she insisted, her voice rising just a little bit, as if to prove a point. "I'm a big girl, Daddy."

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.

Eddie turned to me, eyes wide with disbelief. "Did you see that? She just-she just turned me down!" He shook his head, his lips twitching into a smile despite his feigned indignation. "My little girl is refusing to hold my hand? I’m ruined."

I continued laughing, leaning against the cart for support as I held my belly. "It’s cute. She's getting so independent. You should be proud."

"I’m proud," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just didn’t think it would happen this soon. She’s four, for god’s sake. I figured I’d have a couple more years of her being my baby girl."

Ellie continued to march ahead, oblivious to the emotional crisis she was causing her father. She was too busy pretending to be a superhero, flapping her arms as though she could take off at any moment. At the same time, Delilah our two year-old bundle of chaos, was babbling happily in her stroller, her chubby little hands reaching for a cookie we’d picked up earlier.

I gave Eddie a teasing look. "Guess you’ll just have to let her grow up. You cant coddle her forever you know." I try to reason

Eddie shot me a look of mock horror. "I know that! But she's still my baby! I’m not ready for this, babe. I wasn’t ready for her to be a 'big girl.'"

I smiled warmly at him, stepping closer to rest a hand on his arm. "Hey, don’t worry. She’s still our little girl. She just… wants to be more like you."

"More like me? How?" Eddie asked, his brows furrowed as if he were genuinely puzzled.

"Well, look at her," I said, gesturing toward Ellie, who was now attempting to lift a box of cereal off the shelf and struggling with the weight of it. "She’s already got the whole independent, ‘I can do it myself’ thing down."

"God help us," he muttered, pushing the cart forward. "I’m not ready for this."

I chuckled again, watching Eddie shake his head in mock disbelief as he followed Ellie down the aisle. He still wasn’t over it, I could tell. But as we reached the end of the aisle, Ellie turned and looked back at us, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Hey, Daddy!" she called, her arms raised dramatically as if preparing to tackle him. "Catch me if you can!"

Eddie’s expression softened. He rolled his eyes affectionately and then, with a grin, broke into a jog after her. "You better watch out, Miss Big Girl. I’m coming for you."

Ellie squealed with delight and darted down the aisle, her pigtails flying behind her as she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. Eddie followed her with determination, but he was also laughing now, clearly relishing the chase. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them.

Delilah’s giggle broke through the moment as she tugged at my sleeve, her face lit up with curiosity. "Mama, play?" she asked, her eyes wide and full of wonder.

I nodded and lifted her out of the stroller, cradling her in my arms. "We’re playing, sweet girl. Look, Daddy and Ellie are playing tag."

She leaned her head against my shoulder, a content little sigh escaping her. "Tag."

"Yeah, tag," I whispered softly, squeezing her gently as I watched Eddie and Ellie laughing in the distance.

As much as Eddie might have been caught off guard by how quickly his little girl was growing up, I could see it in his eyes. He was proud. And even if she didn’t need his hand to hold anymore, she still needed him,just in a different way. And he’d figure that out, just like we always did.

"Maybe I am ready for this after all, that shit was fun" Eddie said, coming back toward us, out of breath but smiling from ear to ear. He bent down and kissed Ellie’s forehead, who was still grinning widely from the fun chase.

I looked at him and smiled, the warmth in my chest growing as I felt the little flutter of movement from the baby inside me. "Yeah, you’re ready. We all are."

And with that, Eddie scooped Ellie up in his arms and twirled her around, while I settled into pushing the stroller with one hand, still holding Delilah close. It was a beautiful, messy, complicated life and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

-

[nachocheezos21]

[ top 10 c00lgui tricks in forsaken !!1! ]

Tags and Warnings: [MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!], [Angst], [Murder], [Parental Guilt], [Child Death], [Father-Son Relationship] // Word Count: 1,180 // [Originally uploaded to AO3; inspired by @dinofur’s comic!—go check ‘em out!! ^_^]

As thunder loomed above and specks of rain dropped over their heads, a distraught 007n7 had his eyes and mouth agape in horror as the poor father witnessed the horrific scene before him. “Sh-Shedletsky...” 007n7 choked, as the lifeless body of his son cradled in his arms—a large slash on the back of the lifeless boy as his once gentle hands clung onto him in comfort.

“He’s dead, Seven,” Shedletsky remarked, casting his sword to the side. “Turn back to your senses, young man. We are in a great amount of danger, and you know well that he’ll—“

“He’s not like them!” the father rebutted, his teeth gritting from the sheer anger. “My boy is not like those..those killers! H-he’s just..he doesn’t know what he’s doing, alright, John?!”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, Seven! Your son had literally tried to kill the entire group!” the man shouted as he waved his hand around in grave annoyance. Their party, as they treated one another, could only watch as the scene unfolded before their eyes. “Both Chance and I had to fend it off every time its minions came out to follow everyone’s move,” he continued, “Elliot nearly died, and Two Time is already serving their second life, and you know damn well how that’s going for them!”

“I-I know that, John! I’m not stupid as you, or any of you, would like to think!” 007n7 shouted, though it didn’t seem like it was going through his head. His blocky hands continued to cradle his son, his mind reminiscing of when he was just a baby. Oh, sweet, innocent c00lkidd…

A tired, yet defeated, sigh escaped Shedletsky’s mouth as he sheathed his sword. “Look. I know you miss the poor kid, but you gotta let him go,” he addressed, “I mean look at him! He’s fleshy, and dangerous. At some point, you would’ve thought to just…you know? Gave up on trying to fix him.” Yet none of his words could pierce through the father’s stubborn mind. In fact, it seemed to have angered him a little.

“M-Mr. Shedletsky?” a nervous Elliot approached the swordsman, tapping his shoulder. “I think you’re being too harsh on him—”

“I’m not being too hard on him, Elliot. I’m just…” he hesitated to continue, only to sigh in defeat once more. “Fine. I’ll let him grief. It’s the least I could do to a father.”

Shedletsky turned to the rest, who were still watching the whole ordeal. “We might need to move out. c00lkidd might be…gone, but there are worse threats to come,” he exclaimed, before making his way to them as Builderman approached him for planning on their survival.

007n7 did not budge from his place. Elliot didn’t either, but he felt obligated to at least comfort him, despite their past encounters. “H-hey, Mister…I-I know things aren’t..fine as they are now, but…” the pizza boy choked out, as nervous fingers inched their way to touch the father’s shoulder. Unaware of the strange GUI that popped up in the father’s palm.

“Wh-what?” Elliot gulped as a bead of sweat dropped from his forehead. It was as if in the blink of an eye, 007n7 disappeared. Teleported to…well, somewhere.

Oh man, how will he explain this to the two?

It rained that night.

007n7 was merely entertaining himself from news of his exploits all throughout the plains. A notorious man with a notorious hobby, enjoying the chaos as it went. Was it annoying? Sure. Harmful? Depends on who you ask.

As he was scrolling from news story after news story, the doorbell rang in surprise, causing him to raise his head up. “Huh,” he mused, confused on who might be needing his attention at this time of night; not to mention, the heavy rain outside. Hesitantly, 007n7 sat his ass up from the couch and made his way over to the front door.

Upon opening the door, the man did his usual of looking left to right to left to right. He would’ve figured that it was nothing—a prank done by the kids of his unfortunate neighborhood—only to hear the sounds of a baby crying…underneath by his feet.

“Oh shit,” 007n7 remarked, picking up the crying toddler from the cardboard box that it settled in. And as if it was instinct, he immediately pulled on the box with his foot as he attempted to close the door. “What kind of guy would leave a kid in the middle of the night?” he scoffed, cradling the child in his arms as he attempted to calm it down.

To his surprise, however, it did eventually calm down. The warmth radiating off of the exploiter had managed to calm the baby down to a peaceful slumber—its mouth cooing from comfort as 007n7 looked at it in awe.

“Oh..” 007n7 mouthed. His hand gently brushed over its round cheek, only for the baby to react with a short, bubbly giggle. 007n7 could only giggle back, his heart flaring with affection as he continued to play with the child.

He was a hypocrite—making fun of the others for their parental decisions, only for him to be burdened with the responsibility. Besides, it wasn’t like him to be so…empathetic all of a sudden. The notorious exploiter in all of Robloxia, only for him to show affection to a child.

Pathetic.

007n7 could only shake his head from the thoughts of his contradiction. “I’ve been naive,” he mumbled, his brows creasing as he took another glance at the now-sleeping child before him. Gently, he placed the baby down onto his bed, sitting down beside him as he made a silent vow to himself. “I’ll do better. I-I’ll stop exploiting if it means protecting a thing like you,” 007n7 spoke, a smile—one that is genuine—made its way to his lips.

Memories flooded in 007n7’s mind as he clung to his son after teleporting out of the graveyard and into a cave. Thunder continued to grumble outside as rain poured heavily outside of the dark cavern. It didn’t matter to him how the others were doing after the whole mess with c00lkidd—what mattered was how they dealt with him.

Oh, sweet, innocent c00lkidd.

Tears continued to swell and pour from his tired eyes, his mind still stubborn from the unfortunate events prior as a series of memories of watching his son grow from the once abandoned child to an energetic and playful kid he’s always loved. He’s already lost his son from the malice that confused him, and he is not ready to lose him from the hands of his comrades.

“Oh, gods,” 007n7 sobbed, hugging his boy tight—his tears mixing with the blood from his lifeless body. “I-I’m so sorry. Oh gods, I’m so sorry. My poor boy…my poor baby…”

While the others knew that it was for the best, given their current situation, 007n7 could not accept such a thing. Yet he could not do anything to change the outcome; only grieve and wallow in his sorrows.

[Notes from the author//artist]: WELL HELLO UH . i’m so embarrassed to upload this just now bc the banner art took me so long i had to scratch it and redo it to the one we have now. and yes! i do recognise the original comic’s idea of trapping c00lkidd just so he DIES, but i wrote this before i could even begin to realise it so ehe whoopsie + wrote this before PLEAD became a thing so 007n7 may be a little I’M SORRY—.. also i’ve already mentioned this before but this was uploaded to ao3 first so if you’ve seen it there originally, haii i was the author of it (and c00l mirror) heaheahe

will be uploading the banner art separately as well here so !!!!

[eunoia009]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞

🍀John Price x single mom!reader🍀

summary: John Price isn’t a fan of children, or at least he isn’t fond of having his own. That is, until a single mother moves in the next apartment over. In his retirement from the force, what else is there to do but deliver a noise complaint?

contains: romance, fluff, no spice, reader uses she/her pronouns

(Apologies for the short intro!! The next few chapters will be longer.)

ɪɴᴛʀᴏ: ɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?

      "Now what?"

      It's a question John asks himself every damn hour of every damn day. During his service in the British SAS, he never had to think about that. He was able to plan his next move, think about where he wanted to be when the gunfire began. He always knew what to do back then. It was second nature. However, it got mentally taxing not knowing one thing; was he going to get home alive? Were his mates? It began to fester in the back of his mind. Even though John loved his job, this stress-parasite in his brain combined with the cracking joints when he stood up made him realize... maybe it was time to take a break for good. So, he put in a notice, gave his friends (that were still standing) a goodbye, and bid farewell to the force, told his buddy, "I rather spend the rest of m'life alive, y'know?"

Now that he had locked down an affordable apartment, got all his furniture moved in, and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a while, it occurred to John that there really was such a thing as too much peace and quiet.

It was just... unnerving. He had trained himself for years to loathe the silence, because silence meant impending chaos, or at least it did in the field. Maybe he was more traumatized than he let on, he thought, taught to run towards the noise. In the quiet of his apartment, he found himself asking a question that never once crossed his mind before.

Now what?

Because what was there to do now? God, he felt old. Surely he wasn't doomed to a life of bingo games and heart problems, right? For goodness sake, he didn't even like bingo! Could he get married?

There were numerous difficulties, John realized, in being a bachelor at his age. There wasn't exactly a crowd of birds on the lookout for middle aged men such as him that sucked on cigars more than children with lollipops. Children?

Children. That was another thing. Something he hadn't quite thought of. He never planned to marry, and especially never planned to have children. Sure, he had held a few babes and was surprisingly quite good at caring for them, but it was the toddler and so forth stages that threw him off. How did parents have the willpower to commit to caring for a whole person? That's something John couldn't fathom.

Then there was the prices and supplies. Cribs, binkies, bottles, diapers, an arm and a bloody leg. Again, he had to ask, how did parents do it, and why willingly? The bond between a parent and child couldn't possibly be that strong.

Could it?

✧✩★✩✧

Beep... beep... beep...

John watched the number on the screen as the elevator rose to his floor. It all felt repetitive to him. Enter the elevator, pray nobody else would enter with him, press the number four, wait an interval of what felt like eternity, exit the elevator on floor four, and make his way to apartment 416. Home, apparently. It didn't feel that way. Not without his mates, at least. Today was a bit different. As he exited the elevator and turned into his hallway, he stumbled upon a new scene.

Cardboard were sitting outside an open door. A woman was coming in and out to grab a random cardboard box and take it inside, repeating the motion with each box. A new neighbor, presumably. Not a problem. John didn't think much of it until closer inspection. This new neighbor was moving into apartment 415, the apartment directly next to his. Again, not a problem, but the little car seat was cause for concern.

Just inside the door was a little bundle strapped into the seat, weakly squirming and kicking. A baby. It locked eyes with John for a moment, and it was quite the awkward staring contest for a staring contest with a creature that didn't yet know it existed. He gently waved at the babe, to which the little thing gurgled. He gave a soft chuckle in response.

It was a cute baby, he had to admit, even if his opinion still stood that all newborns look the same. All he heard was "he looks just like his father" or "she has the same nose as her mom", but he couldn't find the similarities or differences between babies and parents for the life of him. They had to be really obviously identical, or he'd never notice.

"What is it?" The woman's voice cooed from somewhere in the apartment after hearing the child's noises. That was John's cue to get the hell out of here. He didn't want the poor lady to come back and find a random man bothering her baby. He knows he'd move out before he even got settled if he was in her shoes.

John turned his back to the baby, walking down the hall to the next door over and unlocking it with his keys he had already taken out in preparation for his arrival. He gave the doorknob a jiggle and a lift before pushing forward, a trick the landlord showed him when he first moved here since the dumb door always got stuck.

In any other circumstances, he'd introduce himself to the new neighbor, but he felt as if it wasn't a good time right now. She was busy moving boxes, probably tired, and he wouldn't blame her if she told him to kick rocks.

Another time, he decided as he stepped inside his apartment and tiredly kicked his shoes off.

Cute baby, though.

chapter 2

word count: 945

[spellbinding10]

Okay… so Umbrella Academy season 4…SPOILERS!!!!

I know that maaaannnyyy people were not happy with Lila and Five, but I’m not gonna lie, in a way they were meant to be.

Now there’s the supposed “age gap” but we have to remember that, although he’s physically 19/20, Five is older than Lila. Yes she “watched him grow” from a mid teen but Five was so many years his own senior. And he was a legal age He was mentally 68 and has lived 2 maybe 3 lifetimes already. And for the most part he lived them alone.

I think that we all need to remember that five was alone for so long. He went back to his family, wounded, isolated and with foreknowledge that no one could comprehend. Lila is the only one that truly understands what it feels like to feel out of place in Time. They were raised by the same morals and merits. They understood what no one else could. They both have been through unimaginable pain and suffering. And I think they had the ability to heal one another, in fact they did. Five saw Lila for who she truly was, he cherished her and appreciated all of her. Her chaos, her madness, compassion, courage and mind.

Now I had the start of Lila and Five returning to her family scene paused for sooo long. I couldn’t bear watching it. Did I? Yeah, love me a bit of angst. I really didn’t like how hurt Diego was, truly, but Five knew what Lila and he had was real and I can understand his anger. Do I condone cheating, absolutely not. I’ve been cheated on. But I’m also one for “the right person”, so in a FICTIONAL world I understand. I can also understand why Lila needed to end it ,for the sake of her children, because that’s what true love is, the love of your children. But he was there when she had to let her family go. He stood by her side and comforted her even though she had broke his heart. And thank BrOKe me!

There also seems to be a lot of posts about the REAL Five Hargreeves. Guys that is character development. Is it positive. Eh, ish. But not all people grow in the same way. Yes Five would do anything for his family. But I don’t think he “gave up”. Five has always been logical, from the very start. His sole purpose in life was to get back to his family and save the world. Save the people of that world, their lives, the very essence of life. And he did that. He didn’t give up. Five found out that his family was the cause of it all. He didn’t sacrifice them to be selfish. He couldn’t stand to watch his family die over and over. They would never rest, never know peace and they would spend the rest of their lives knowing that each apocalypse was their fault. It took courage to tell them. They could have kept going on. Klaus, would have kept using. Luther would still be in anguish over Solan (also where the fuck was she in all this? - anyway, no, another time) Allison would have kept loosing Claire. And every one of them would have kept loosing something in that particular time line that they cared about. I dunno man. I think Five is the same as he always was. He lived alone in the apocalypse surrounded by the destruction of life. He ensured it wouldn’t happen ever again. He did his job. He saved his family. The world.

So yeah, you’re all entitled to your opinion and you have your reasons for it. This is mine. I liked Five and Lila. The ending was, peace and love to the writers, bullshit - though bittersweet I suppose, but bullshit.

[littlelovelyra]

The Change.

Astarion x F!Tav

Inspiration: What if Cazador got hold of Tav (Astarion's lover) first?

"My, my, it seems my most favoured spawn has been busy…"

Roughly 4,450 words. (I know its long, I couldn't stop)

Triggers: Cazador, abuse (as minimal as possible only there for the plot to do with the jerk), non consensual bite, blood, kidnapping, adult language, death, Fluff, angst(?), intimacy (near the end), PiV, CONSENSUAL blood drinking, finger stuff. If I have missed anything let me know.

18+ Minors DNI - Mild disclaimer I am not a great writer, but great at day dreaming, so I hope it all makes sense and you can enjoy my current day dream:

Summary:

You have leased the top floor of the Elfsong Tavern, and it is the first night of your stay. Retiring to your bed for the evening after a long day of chasing leads to find the murderer causing chaos around Baldur’s Gate, you and your companions are woken up during the night surrounded by Cazador’s Spawns attempting to retrieve Astarion. In that moment, you decide to do everything in your power to keep him safe, even if it means sacrificing yourself to buy him time. What comes next is something you could have never foreseen.

Tav:

“Just our luck, right? All we wanted was a place to stay, and lo and behold, we find the single inn that has had a murder take place in it. And, of course, we start investigating it straight away," Astarion says, practically steaming with annoyance as he helps you remove your boots. You watch him attentively. You love the way his lip curls and his nose scrunches when he is particularly annoyed at something. He looks up at you through his lashes, his crimson eyes looking confused as to why he’s caught you staring at him with a very goofy smile plastered upon your face.

"What?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing, I just think you’re adorable when you get annoyed," you say as you lean down and kiss his forehead softly.

"Adorable? Adorable?? Excuse me, but I am exactly the kind of person your parents warn you about when they tell you not to explore at nighttime. Thank you very much." His expression is mischievous and playful as he rises, pinning you to the bed.

"Can the two of you PLEASE just behave for ONE night?? You’ll have your private quarters from tomorrow, so behave for the sake of all of us. Please," Gale says exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.

You and Astarion share a knowing look and burst into laughter as he loosens his grip on you. Your companions have graciously offered you the private room after the cleanup of the murder scene and changing of bedsheets takes place. They deserve some respite after enduring the sounds from your tent throughout this journey. Despite taking a break from your intimate explorations, you and Astarion find yourselves acting like infatuated teenagers, constantly joking and teasing each other. It must be exhausting for others to be around your lighthearted antics all the time.

Yenna, the child you found on your journey, has a remarkable talent for creating various soups, and you are delighted to see that she has taken the initiative to prepare dinner for you and your companions tonight. After savouring the soup and engaging in lighthearted banter, everyone retires to their assigned beds. Surprisingly, Astarion decides to join you in the small bed, refusing to sleep separately even for just one evening. After making sure the others had fallen asleep you silently offer him your neck for his nightly feed before bed.

It doesn’t take long for sleep to find you, nor does it take long for your rest to be interrupted.

“Get the hells away from me!” Astarion’s voice is angry but panicked. You shoot upright and immediately see two other vampire spawns circling him. One female and one male.

“Peace brother, we are here to take you home.” The female speaks calmly

The male continues; “The Master needs all seven of us for the ceremony. Come with us and be reborn. We’ll live again.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of what the Master needs. But don’t we deserve better? After all these centuries of torment, I know what you all want, more than power, more than to walk in the sun. You want to see him dead. The right of profane ascension will be mine and he won’t see a scrap of its glory. I am going to complete the ritual as the ascendant and then I AM GOING TO KILL HIM. This is your chance, stand with me, name me your new master, we will get our revenge and you will all live again.” Astarion is confident, you know he is lying to them, you steal a glance his way with hurt in your eyes. Does he wish to be the ascendant this much?

Before you can stop yourself you turn to your lover and plead “Have you no heart Astarion? You’re asking them to die for you in this ritual”

“Don’t look at me like that, with the sweet little disappointed ��I’m not getting cuddly Astarion’ pout. I can’t take it, I can’t be what you want to see in me.” His eyes lock with yours and you see a glimpse of it. Fear. The fear of never being safe and the desperation that this is his only chance of never having to be afraid again.

“You’re lying! Quick grab him!” The female one yells as two other spawns blink into the room joining them.

The rest of your camp is now awake and begins to spring into action. It’s not long before the first drop of blood is spilled, as Karlach lunges toward one of the spawn, slicing an opening clear across their chest, they topple back and disappear before the killing blow lands. You break into a sprint to the other side of the room as poor Yenna is being picked up by one of them. Luckily Gale shoots a firebolt cantrip their way and they release their hold on the child.

Suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you see the two spawn from earlier still circling Astarion and your world slows down. The male leaps forward with his hand outstretched, you know it’s to take Astarion and he knows it too. His eyes lock with yours practically seeping with fear and you scream an incantation of misty step placing yourself between them just in time, knocking Astarion back. The hand grabs you and you are transported in a cloud of red ash out of the Elfsong Tavern and land in a dark, cold cell.

Gazing at the floor you see a pair of expensive loafers appear in front of you, slowly you raise your head. Standing before you is what seems to be an elf at first glance well dressed with blood-red eyes, pale skin and long black hair slicked back out of his face. Your gaze darts around the room as you see the spawns all kneeling around him.

“Cazador.” You spit out the word, your face repulsed as if the name itself tasted vile on your tongue.

He leans down and takes your chin in his hand, moving your face towards the left, exposing your neck and the two puncture wounds that are still fresh from the evenings’ feedings.

"My, my, it seems my most favoured spawn has been busy…" He says amusement dancing in his eyes. “My spawn may not have brought him back but you… I have big plans for you. You pretty little thing.”

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Astarion:

You look across the room, searching for her. You know you are about to be taken, so you need to have one last look at her. You find her, and your eyes lock together. She knows it too; you can see it all over her face. Then the unthinkable happens.

You hear her scream the incantation. You see her appear in front of you as she knocks you back. Before you could blink, before you could get up, she was gone. They’ve taken her. And your world comes crashing down.

“TAV! NO. NO. No no no no no. This is NOT happening.” You are frantic, you cannot control the fear that has taken over. Your body shakes your breathing becomes shallow, your mouth dry. “We need to go. NOW. We need to get her.” Your companions are all standing there in shock as they watch you crumble. Karlach walks up to you gripping your shoulders and gives you a few shakes.

“Astarion, calm down. This is not going to help get her back. You need to breathe," Karlach pulls you in, squeezing you until you listen to her words. She's right, Tav needs you to be strong. She needs you to collect yourself. You need a plan, but it needs to be a good plan. You cannot afford to make one wrong step.

“We need to make a plan. I don’t know where he will be holding her, get me some paper, ink and a quill. I will draw out the layout of the palace and we will discuss options. Shadowheart, make sure we are stocked on healing potions and count the Revivify scrolls. Gale you need to learn the daylight spell, it is imperative, I know Shadowheart knows this spell but we cannot afford for only one person to know this. Karlach, gather the soul coins. We have to utilise everything we have.” You try to sound confident but the quiver in your voice betrays you. Everyone glances around briefly before attending to their allocated tasks.

I am coming for you, little love. Be strong for me just for tonight, I will not let him have you. You make a silent promise to her, to yourself.

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Tav:

“Fuck you.” Your words are laced with venom as you spit on his shoes. His hand comes soaring down across your other cheek and a familiar metallic taste settles in your mouth.

“Did Astarion not teach you what happens to those who do not obey me? Did he not tell you that mercy is not a word that lives in my vocabulary?” He lifts you by your neck and you feel your feet dangle off the floor.

Between your gasps for air, your voice is cold. “Get his name… out… of your… dirty… fucking mouth.” You spit what’s left of the blood and saliva in your mouth right on his disgusting face. A small improvement you think to yourself.

“I’ve had enough of this.” He hisses. “You will both learn. You see, I know my spawn better than they know themselves. He doesn’t love you! He is using you! You offer him protection, look how far you’ve pushed yourself just to protect him! And where is he? Do you hear him beating the door down? He knows where you are and yet, he’s not here.” Cazador spins around in a circle with arms spread open and a laugh escapes his mouth. “Stupid girl. You are but another number added to his list of fools.”

“You know nothing of him.” Your voice sounds so hoarse, so small. Astarion would never play you like this. You know him. The real him.

“Oh? I don’t? Why don’t we make a little wager then?” Amusement dances in his eyes. “Here is what is going to happen. I’m going to turn you into a spawn, just like him. I will return you to him once most of the change is complete and I can promise you my dear he will hate you the way he hates himself. Then when he realises that the game is done, he will hand himself over.” He places you down back on your feet, still gripping your neck tightly. Your body turns ice cold, your skin clammy as his crimson eyes bore into yours. He turns your head once again exposing your flesh. You feel a sharp excruciating pain pierce your neck, nothing like the ones you have shared with Astarion. It is at this moment you know that your time is up.

You feel yourself slipping away, tears spilling down your cheeks you close your eyes and hold your lover’s face in your mind, the face he makes after each kiss, the way his smile curls up when he’s being mischievous… how peaceful he looks when he rests next to you.

I love you Astarion. I am so sorry I couldn’t protect you, I failed you. The whisper in your mind dissipates as you can feel yourself leaving consciousness.

Something opens your mouth, you feel a single drop of warmth splash onto your tongue and everything goes black.

Your eyes snap open as you feel an intense burning sensation in your throat, you bring your hands up clutching at the base of your neck. You feel an immense pain and heaviness in your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth you feel something sharp scrape along the tastebuds. No. Your eyes dart around the cold cell and you spot a mirror in the corner. You rush towards it and raise it to your face only to find nothing. Nothing. No. No no no no. “No.” A small sob escapes your lips.

“There she is. Well my pet, you may just be my most beautiful spawn. Look at you… death becomes you, my dear.” Cazador is leaning against the wall outside the cell, a devilish smile runs across his face. “You are beautiful. If I am correct and he tosses you aside I may just keep you to myself. How does consort sound? Hmmm? No? Pity.” Words elude you, and a response will not come out from your mouth, not because of him, you still have the tadpole, but the words simply don’t form because you are in shock.

“Feed her a rat and then take her to him. He will surrender himself shortly after, I will win this little wager we have placed. I always do.” He turns to you again another smile spreading over his face “I’ll be seeing you again soon my dear, my most beautiful spawn.”

A smaller female spawn enters the cell, holds you down and pours a small helping of blood from a rodent down your throat. She then places her hand on your arm and once again you are teleported in a smoke of red ash back into the upper floor of the Elfsong tavern.

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Astarion:

You look around the room, every single person in here is moving with purpose as fast as they can sorting out the final details, and gathering the supplies. Not one person has slept since her disappearance it has almost been a full 24 hours since she was taken but you promised yourself you would not wait a moment longer than that to finalise your plan. You knew he would use it as a trap to lure you to him and that’s exactly what you intended to do, just with reinforcements.

“ASTARION!” Shadowheart screams out to you from the doorway leading into the room. Your body is on full alert as you sprint towards her, she is on the floor holding something, no, someone. That’s when you see her, laying on the floor curled up, shaking and sobbing. You move quickly to her side and glance at Shadowheart, you see something in her eyes, sadness, rage and disbelief.

“What? Shadowheart. What? What is it?” You break your stare and glance down at your lover placing your hand under her chin. Something doesn’t feel right, gently you lift her to a seated position on the floor and as she turns to you you are met with crimson eyes.

“No.” You breathe out. “No… not you.” A crowd has gathered around you, their voices are muffled panicked noises in the background. You collect her in your arms and walk to your private quarters, close the doors and gently lay her down on the bed. She begins to sob uncontrollably as you scoop her up into your arms, crying with her. You have failed her and now she will never forgive you for not coming sooner.

“I’m… I’m so sorry Astarion. I… I couldn’t stop him. And now… now you won’t have me. He… he told me this would happen. He told me he would take me as his consort because once you saw me as a spawn you wouldn’t want me.” She sobs into your chest barely getting the words out. You stiffen after the confession is out. His consort? HIS? She had only been with him for 24 hours and he successfully derailed her mind, twisting her thoughts. You knew he was capable of this but still, it shook you to your core nonetheless. The way he gets into the minds of others and manipulates their thoughts. You are going to kill him, slowly and painfully for this. You swear it to yourself, to her.

“You will never be his.” Your words hiss out like venom. “You are mine. This changes nothing.” You bring her face up to yours looking deeply into her eyes as you plant a soft kiss on her lips, she lets out a small whimper that breaks you to pieces.

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Tav:

"This changes nothing." Gods you want to believe him, you really do. It’s been two days now since you’ve been back, and you have mostly stayed in your private quarters lost deep in thought replaying the events from the palace. Astarion hasn’t left your side once, always holding you, placing soft kisses on your forehead and whispering soft “I love you’s” and apologies into your ear.

“Little love, look at me. Please… please.” His voice is soft and tender. You regain focus on the feel of his hand cupping your face, you only now notice it doesn’t feel cold anymore, instead it feels warm and soft.

“Your hand… it feels, warm. Why?” You whisper into his palm.

“Our bodies run at the same temperature, I will feel normal to you now.” He brings his face to yours and presses his forehead to yours inhaling deeply.

“Are you… sure… you still want me?” Your voice is small, unstable and your body shakes with anxiety while you wait for his response. You feel him tense slightly and then relax as he pulls away to look into your eyes.

“You once told me that being a spawn doesn’t define who I am. That Cazador may have turned me but I am still me inside. That he has no control of that.” He grazes his lips slowly across yours. “You are still who you are. You are still my world, my life. Your appearance may have changed slightly but it would have also changed as you aged and I would have grown to love those changes. I love you the same now, the only difference is that I get to love you forever instead of having to go through the pain of outliving you.” He kisses you deeply and you feel the love behind his kiss, you were a fool to ever doubt his love in the first place. You were right, you knew him better than Cazador.

“Astarion?” You ask quietly, “Does this mean I can no longer help you feed?” Your voice breaks a little bit near the end of your question. The act of him feeding on you has become something extremely special for you and it hurts to think that you may never get to do this for him ever again.

“You have been taken… Turned into a vampire spawn and your main concern is that you won’t be able to feed me?” His face lightens and a soft chuckle escapes his lips. “Darling, we need to talk about your priorities. But if you must know, we can still share this, the only significant difference is that you will now be able to feed off me. Should you wish to do so.”

“But, blood flow? How does that work?” You ask puzzled.

Astarion raises an eyebrow and a flash of mischief runs across his face. “Umm well my sweet, I’m sure you of all people will know that blood flow is still very much a thing for us. If you know what I mean.” You feel your cheeks flush as the realisation hits you.

“Oh. Right.” That is all you can say to that.

The light moment is replaced with heaviness once more as the two of you lay beside each other, scanning one another’s faces.

“I’m sorry Tav, I should have come straight away to save you. I thought… I thought we needed a plan, something solid to get in and get you out as fast as possible. I failed you and I am sorry…” He pauses for a moment and continues “Why did you do it? Why did you come between us when they tried to take me?” His voice was barely above a whisper now.

“I love you. That’s why and I would do it all over again if it meant I kept you out of his grasp.” You lift your hand and run it behind his head, lacing your fingers into his silky curls. He leans in moving his body closer and brings his lips to yours. It starts slow and tender, but the pace quickens with the realisation that this could have ended differently. His kisses become sloppy and urgent as his tongue enters your mouth. You suddenly taste something metallic and a growl escapes your mouth, a hunger springs to life within you and you push him away flinging yourself back off the bed. “It’s okay my love. I can help, just, give me two minutes, stay there do not move. You’re hungry, you haven’t fed these past couple of days. I have a jar that I had kept for myself. I will be right back, I promise.” He quickly exits the room and re-enters not even 40 seconds later.

“Come here, drink this.” He sits you on the bed and hands the jar over. You open the lid and the smell hits your nose, your mouth starts to salivate as you bring it to your lips and take your first gulp. Your hunger instantly eases the moment you go for your third mouthful.

“Drink it all.” He says while he holds your hand. You listen and drink your fill and place the empty jar on the side table. “Do you feel better now?” He asks as he strokes your cheek.

“Much, thank you.” You offer a small smile to him.

“Good, because I believe we were interrupted. Where were we?” He asks as he slowly guides you back down onto the bed. His lips crashing into yours parting them instantly as he cautiously moves his tongue against yours. A soft grown escapes his lips, his hands roam up your body tangling up into your hair as he grinds against you.

“Astarion, stop - we don’t need to do this.” You say between kisses. “I told you we can wait when you’re ready.”

“Tonight my love I’m making an exception.” He says as he kisses you again his hands running down your frame and he lifts your shirt off with ease. He trails soft kisses up your torso over your bare breasts and pauses at your neck. You know he is looking at the fresh wounds.

“I’m going to kill him.” He hisses. “I’m going to kill him slowly. I will make him beg for mercy.”

“I want to be there when it happens.” You whisper. “Astarion? You can say no… but I don’t want his marks to be the last on me. Please… please replace them.”

“Darling, you need not ask. I was already thinking just that.” He slowly leans down and places a soft kiss on your neck before sinking his teeth in. His free hand slithers down your body, slips under your panties and starts running circles around your swollen bundle of nerves. You let out a soft moan and his paces quickens. The first wave of pleasure rolls through you fast and unforgiving as he releases his mouth from your neck placing another soft kiss onto the bite.

His gaze meets yours and a flicker of that mischief you love so much makes an appearance.

“Your turn now, little love. Replace my marks. Please.” He whispers his breath hot in your ear.

“…How? How do I do it?” You ask breathlessly.

“Listen to your body, go slowly and let… instinct guide you.” He rolls underneath you and turns his head to the side.

Slowly you mimic his previous movements, you think about all the times he’s fed on you and you focus on every single step. As you lower your mouth to his neck you plant a small soft kiss on the healed wounds, you open your mouth and slowly sink in. You feel a small amount of pressure on your fangs and then they sink deeper. The blood in the jar is nothing compared to his. You take slow, long pulls into your mouth, enjoying the way he moans and sighs in pleasure. You can feel him harden underneath you and you grind against his length. After two pulls you release him from your mouth and you hear a small moan of disappointment.

“My sweet, I was rather enjoying that, do it again.” He says while he removes his pants letting his length spring free. He then makes quick work of tearing off your underclothes and gently brings your head back down to his neck.

You sink back in but as you make your first pull he has moved underneath you making sure his hard length enters you, stretching you out deliciously. You growl against his neck as he starts thrusting upwards into your sex.

“Gods…” He breathes out as the thrusting quickens his hand finds your clit again and starts rubbing furious circles around the sensitive bud. You start to pull back but his other hand comes down holding you into place. “Drink.” He orders and you obey. “Fuck. Good girl. I’m.. I’m close.” His words send you into a frenzy as you match his thrusts with your grinding and it doesn’t take long before he cries your name as his hips start bucking in ecstasy.

“I love you. I will always, always love you.” He moans into your ear as you come crashing into another wave of pleasure. This time he allows you to let go of his neck and you fall beside him on the bed. The two of you slick with sweat while you hold each other.

“He really thought, that I wouldn’t love you anymore? Hasn’t he realised that he has unintentionally given me the greatest gift of being able to love you eternally.” He speaks the words into your hair while holding you close.

“Forever?” You whisper.

“Forever.” He says and places a kiss on your forehead. “But first, let’s go kill the bastard.”

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Part two here

[shadowsandcoffedripss]

TOMMY LOVERS HERE'S MY ONE SHOTTTT

Hope you enjoy, and if you liked some of my other one shots ideas, (or have any other idea hehe) go ahead, my inbox is always open!

BEWARE, IT'S LONGG. And alsoo, English is not my first language, so for any mistakes I'm sorry :((

Summary:

Being part of the already qualified countries during Eurovision is a good thing. You don't have to worry about the qualification process, and you just perform for thousands of people, pour out your heart and let it bleed for the sake of being able to demonstrate how much music means to you. No worries, besides performing anxiety.

Unless you have a very annoying, but oh so handsome not-yet-qualified boyfriend.

Then you're fucked.

(In which reader is part of the big 6, and after performing and seeing Tommy performance, is dying for him to qualify, and maybe have fun later...)

After being called on stage, all anxiety and fear seemed to flow away from the girl's body.

The props were positioned, and the postcard was shown to the European and beyond crowd, and she couldn't help but think that she looked nice. Like, actually nice.

Don't get her wrong, but having to go on so many interviews in all the country, on shows, on socials, AND managing to fly, all untouched by exhaustion and big eye bags to Basel wasn't so easy.

So seeing the camera managing to give her a rather pleasing appearance was so good, that she could actually cry.

Not with all that makeup on, maybe.

Having to meet new people was one of her favorite things. Getting to know all the incredible artists

(not mentioning the ones she already knew, such as Gabry, being both from the same country, or her first cause of headache 24/7, besides annoying paparazzi) really managed to balance the bad and tiring moments of the whole show.

Luckily her running order was rather late from one performance in particular.

Thank goodness 4 and 11 are so far away from each other.

Tommy was a whirlwind of emotions, if beautiful chaos was personified, it would have blue eyes and a massive ego to match.

When they both won their national competition on the very same day (she couldn't stop thinking about this fateful date) it took all of the Estonian strength not to go crazy and break character, because not breaking character was very important.

That was one of those unwritten rules that the brunette followed incredibly well.

She had also completely forgot that her partner was at the other side of the planet (he truly wasn't, but after living almost all her life with him side by side, even a few hours away felt like years).

So maybe she took some minutes after her win to call him and tell him.

Okay, maybe not some. It took half an hour, and when an interviewer that night asked

"What was your boyfriend reaction to your victory?"

She realized that oh my god, she forgot about him.

Call it love or desperation, or all of those things together, but she immediately rushed that day and spent the whole rest of the night on video call with him.

When Tomas won Eesti Laul, her singing could be heard even from his phone.

She decided some time later, due to Tommy first rehearsal in May, to arrive a few days before her actual supposed delegation welcome, and when she was standing in front of that pristine white hotel corridor, she thought that life was very weird sometimes.

If she and her family didn't go to a small baltic county for the winter holidays, she would've never met Tommy. Fate was just like that. And she couldn't be more grateful than this.

Especially seeing that after few knocks on the Estonian's door, he immediately opened it and that smile, that big, warm and the most welcoming than every house she's ever put feet in made her feel 100 times better.

She studied his remarkable features, from his light brown hair, way more messy than all his appearances on shows due to the fact that he most likely was not even a minute before in his dreamy state, plastered on that pillow like it was the actual trophy and he won, not wanting to let it go.

He usually wrapped himself over his girlfriend body, but she wasn't there and she had just arrived.

Her eyes immediately travelled and interlocked with his breathtakingly blue ones, that were lighting up like when one of his usually insane ideas came into his mind, and she also couldn't help but looking at his lips.

Natural habit, what can she say?

It took approximately five minutes of losing themselves in each other's eyes, for the taller one to lower himself to her, and after a chuckle escaped from those lips, she was just reminded how infuriating he can be sometimes.

"Missed me?"

The female singer couldn't help but scoff a little at his words.

"You wished that, didn't you?"

"Maybe, want to show me how much you did?"

Slowly tugging the fabric of his white tank top, that one that he wore oh so well, it drove her crazy, she had to admit it (It just pulled his upper body in all the perfect places) her words came into a low murmur.

"Maybe, just stop talking and get to work, what do you think?"

His face betrayed his neutral and playful one, replacing it into one of challenge. His breath came a little quicker than usual.

"God, how I love when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Exist for nothing else in the world but me."

And after that they pulled each other into a long, suffered kiss.

Maybe it was the absence, the time spent only seeing each other on TV, or on socials doing on of those stupid but fun promotions for their songs (it was mostly Tomas centered content, but nevertheless).

But that felt like one of the best kisses they ever had.

Back to the semifinal, she performed quite well, no vocal problems or other accidents whatsoever, and people seemed to cheer and enjoying, their phone camera flash swaying to the music.

Once she got to the backstage, her whole delegation complimenting her and giving her a tight and loving hug, she sat back and, while moving an unruly strand of hair from her face, slicked with her stage makeup, her eyes fell on the TV screen, watching the rest of her friends and colleagues performing with just as much passion and love as her before.

When all the singers performed, and the recap of the whole night reached its end (she couldn't help but smile fondly when her partner came to screen, his song filling the silent room, and immediately making another story on her Instagram account, despite the fact that she already did that in the morning (just to make sure).

While the two presentators gave the commercial break, she went to the green room, just the place she knew the others (and a certain guy) were sitting, scattered in two different floors.

She quickly started waving and going to the different singers on the lowest floor, from hugging Marko, his feathered coat grazing her skin,

to giving an hug to Klemen and his wife and trying her best to not cry in the process- she may have started tearing up when his performance came),

almost getting thrown on the ground by Kevin, Axel and especially Jakob, who had a big grin on his face.

The icelandic brothers, Matthias and Hálfdán, even convinced her to start a little dancing circle, jumping and dancing and screaming the duo song.

A recognizable laugh immediately caught her attention, and she had to control herself from making a mess of both her dress and her boyfriend suite when she got to the sitting place she wanted to reach in the first place.

Before sitting between Tommy and one of his "security guards", multiple calls reached her from behind.

And she saw Kyle, Claude, Beatriçe and Justyna waving at her from the higher place, all happy for her to reach them and being together for the most anxious and heartfelt moment of the night.

A camera came and took an overview of the whole delegations, and she smiled when it reached Estonia sits, waving and pointing at Tomas, who was apparently calling someone with a bright red old phone, and she had

(Tommy's idea, not hers. It was never her when it came to dumb ideas) to keep a straight and stoic face, and she knew that when she would've seen the live stream back the morning after, a lot of people would have make her a meme. Oh well.

She sat next to the brunette, not before he reached for the female singer and gave her a small and quick kiss.

"Took you long enough."

A small pout was starting to form on his lips. God, he was so adorable when he did that.

"Sorry, I was busy fighting a certain crazy fan. You might know her?"

A chuckle came from Tomas at that affermation.

"Oh, someone's jealous an icon like me has loving fans?"

"Jealous? Oh, not with that stupid dance."

"Please, you wish you had those moves on stage."

'"Mhm, sure."

"Sure."

To make things even more memeable, the two Swiss women started a comedy skit, baskets in hand, they started giving gifts to some delegations.

Sandra, the brunette woman, went firstly to Claude and the Netherlands zone, the boy had just like always a big, warm an bright smile across his face, and she handed some of the people there some chocolate.

"Even if you might be physically far from home. So we thought we could bring you a few things that will make you feel comfortable. And as we're in Switzerland-"

She took the few steps to reach the table.

"I bought some Swiss chocolate. Maybe for the Netherlands!"

As she handed the golden wrapped sweet bar, Claude reached for it and muttered a thank you, waving his hand for Sandra to go ahead and bring the gifts.

"I know you have nice cheese, but I don't know about the chocolate."

"They do have nice cheese."

Tomas muttered while looking at the scene, one of his sarcastic grins on him. The girl elbowed him a little.

"Ow."

"Shh, I want to see where this is going!"

"My bad your majesty, go ahead."

Before she could elbow him again, the skit kept going.

"You want some chocolate?"

She gave the bar to the man on Claude's right.

"Yes, some chocolate. And some nice pillows-"

She couldn't help but laugh when seeing the pillows.

Tommy leaned close to her.

"We need one."

"Yeah, to cover your face when you snore."

A loud gasp came from the Estonian.

"Me? Snore? Never!"

"Mhm."

The scene kept going.

"To make yourself comfortable."

She went to Justyna table and handed pillows too.

"A pillow over here, oh! And as you see, I already took off my shoes."

She moved her feet to show the white slippers on her.

Tomas turned to her direction.

"They look like our hotel slippers."

"True. I wouldn't mind a good pair of slippers though."

"No?"

"No! This boots are killing me!"

She showed her pair of boots to him.

"You can always take them off! Hide your feet under the table, easy."

A suffered sigh escaped her lips.

"Tomas Tammemets."

A little sound came.

"What?"

"I'm not taking my shoes off on live TV."

"Not even if i say please?"

She elbowed him. Again, success.

"Stoop!"

She turned back to Poland's table before letting him continue.

"Instead of high heels, and I'm wearing these nice slippers. Poland, the whole crew is wearing high heels!"

That was true, both Justyna and her four dancers were wearing intricate and big heels matching with the dragon theme of Gaja.

"My gosh. Show me your high heels."

Justyna lifted her left leg, showing the heels to the camera. How could she be so amazing and unstoppable? She wasn't human sometimes.

"Oh la la. And a crazy choreography on these high heels. I think you need my slippers."

And she handed a pair to Justyna, and the girl couldn't help but remember when the night before all of the singers gathered together, and while in the hall she spotted Justyna finally wearing slippers after all the days spent without any sort of comfort for her feet.

Now with her stage outfit, holding the slippers, they looked so out of place.

Sandra also congratulated her for the amazing performance after 30 years of absence.

She was so little when the Polish woman participated for the first time, she didn't even meet Tommy yet.

"And Hazel, I just thought that these slippers would fit our sauna boys. Don't you think so?"

The camera reached Hazel, basket still in her hands, next to the Finnish trio.

"I think they would fit them perfectly. I'm with them right now."

She turned to their direction.

"Now here's a slipper for you!"

Kevin took the pair of slippers in his hands, saying a thank you to the blonde.

"One pair of slippers..."

She also handed them to Axel.

"Can I sit next to you? Is it hot enough here for you?"

The men gave space to Hazel to sit, and Jakob nodded a yes to the fitting question. She sat next to Jakob and Kevin.

"Yes, I love it here. It's so nice and cozy, and warm."

(She sat where they were already sitting, so of course it was already warm) the girl thought.

Hazel than commented on the fact that they needed to draw back the attention before the commentators could talk again over them, so she suggested showing some of the singers hidden talents.

"Do you have any hidden talent that you couldn't show within your performance at the Eurovision?"

She handed the microphone to Jakob.

"Well, uh... I know how to juggle."

Whoa. Now that was on thing to add into the "why Schakob is amazing" list.

"Kevin is a great cook-"

He showed his thumb into Kevin direction.

"And Axel can grow a mustache."

The female singer wheezed at that phrase.

Tommy let out a little sigh.

"I can grow it too!"

She patted her boyfriend shoulder.

"I know buddy, I know. I appreciate you mustache."

He wiped some fake tears with his tie.

"Thank you."

Then there was a little commotion for Axel mustache, and she clapped too to it, she grew rather close to the men trio, them being some of the funniest and kindest singers she's ever met.

Hazel went to get her basket and started going away, not before handing some chocolate bars to Sweden's table too.

And she just had decided to slowly remove her boots, when Hazel skipped Iceland and instead flew to Tommy's table. Damn.

"That is Estonia. Wow."

Tomas gestured two peace signs towards the Swiss, and his smile immediately lighted up the room, or at least her own.

"Look at this grumpy man."

She turned to one of Tomas security guards, that had a rather serious expression on his face.

"Hello, can you- cause you always have resting grumpy face, and kids are watching- amd next to you I look so friendly. Look at me!"

The female singer had to repress a burst of giggles from that stupid moment, and when Hazel managed to make him smile, she couldn't really believe that this was happening.

He looked nice when he smiled, she gave him that.

She then went next to Tommy seat, the other security guard lifted himself up and let Hazel sit next to the Estonian.

"Hello, Tommy! Do you have any secret talents?"

She moved the microphone to Tomas mouth. And she hoped he didn't say something out of pocket. It was nearly impossible with him.

He grabbed the mic with his right hand.

"Um, I can't speak about it here."

And, poof! Any hope gone.

Thank goodness they weren't showing her face. Another round of memes, that was sure.

"You can't speak about it... Can you maybe mime it?"

The camera moved to include also the other half of the couple, and she mustered a smile towards it, but she wanted to strangle him before he could start miming something inappropriate.

She was about to lose it. Both by laughter and awkwardness.

"You know we, we can also play-"

Tommy moved to Hazel's ear, and whispered something to her, that she couldn't really hear clearly. She prayed it wasn't about them whatsoever.

Especially not about-

"Oh, I'm all miched up! You can't talk to me."

She must have looked like she was planning an homicide on the man she couldn't really imagine spending every single time with, and only because he unfortunately had one of little many flaws.

He couldn't,

couldn't for the life of him have any sort of "thinking before speaking" warning roaming across that head of his.

"You can tell me later. Okay."

Hazel turned her attention to her now.

"Oh, hi there! It's nice to have some Italy also on the table! And do you have any secret talent you would like to tell us about?"

She grabbed the mic after Hazel passed it first to Tommy and then to her.

She made a little thinking gesture, and reached for the Top Secret files on the little table full of glasses.

"Like it says, top secret!"

Tommy laughed at the little comedy fit she used to answer the question.

"Alright then, I guess some couples also share secrets, among the other things, if you know what I mean..."

Making a little covering gesture, while putting an hand towards the public she kept going.

"Uhm, do you guys want to see my secret talent?"

The singer answered mouthing a sure with a small nod of her head, and while still holding the mic, Tommy said

"Show me!"

"I can do crazy stuff with my tongue, but I will show you now."

Tommy kept giving one of his big stares at the presentator. "Okay." "Okay."

She then sticked out her tongue, and made a cool tongue trick. "Woahh..."

Tomas sounded like more of a little child seeing a magic trick, absorbing all he could see and trying to see if he could guess how to do it with the same ability.

"Now, does this turn your espresso macchiato into a flat word, if you know what I mean?"

"Now there are also some kids watching, people who are even younger than you-"

Tommy was sticking his tongue out too, looking rather silly compared to Hazel's trick. "What is happening now?"

Tommy moved from left to right even showing his "trick" to the female singer. "What are you doing?" She now was definitely not holding back anymore, laughter coming out freely.

"My own tricks!" that was what Tommy was trying to say, but instead it sounded more like a blabbering mess of words. "I can whistle with my tongue-

Oh Saint Verka from Ukraine, someone stop that mess.

Hazel continued, letting once again her tongue out, and whistled with it. Tommy was still just showing his tongue to the entire live TV.

She wanted to grab him or shaking, anything so he would stop being such a dork in front of everyone.

Before she could go away the Italian girl waved towards Hazel. "Uhm, can I have that pillow?"

Hazel went to her and gave her the so wanted gift. "There you go!" Now you can have some sweet little dreams."

While Hazel went back next to Sandra, Tomas looked back at his partner. "Happy about the pillow?"

"Yes, thank you very much. Now, what was the secret talent you couldn't tell anyone yet?" "If I told you about it, it wouldn't be a secret anymore." "Was it at least what I think it is?"

He leaned a little bit closer, one hand leaning for a little too much time on her thigh. "Let me qualify first, and then I'll let you find out."

The qualification section of the show came to the start, Sandra and Hazel explained how the countries were going to be revealed with a new process, first showing three random ones, only one of which would qualify at the very moment, and skip to other three.

She called first Norway, Estonia and Iceland. She started crossing her fingers not only for Tommy, but also for the younger boys for the best.

"The first qualifying country is... Norway!"

Kyle looked so shocked and happy to not only pass, but also being the first country called.

She turned towards the young boy which she shared so many llives, games and heartwarming moments with.

"Good job Kyle! You deserve it!

Kyle smiled wide at her.

"Thank you! I-i still can't believe it! We are going to the the final!"

She looked at Tomas, he didn't seem sad about not being immediately called.

"Don't worry, we are getting called later. Best for last."

Then Albania qualified, and Beatriçe went to her friend, still on the floor she shared with the others, and give her hands a tight squeeze.

Sweden was third. The boys cheered and waved the Swedish flag high, towards the sky.

She looked at them, and they give her some thumbs up.

"Looks like you are bringing the heat to the final too!"

Axel smiled fondly at the Italian's affermation.

Iceland won over San Marino for the moment and the brothers hugged each other deeply, happy tears already forming from Hálfdán eyes.

Then Estonia was called again. And once again another country was called instead, Claude was the fifth qualifier.

Tomas started looking more defeated than what he wanted to admit.

"Hey. Look at me."

She quickly grabbed one of his hands, interlocking her fingers with his longer ones.

"You are going to do it. Trust me. You know how much Europe loves you. Third time's the charm."

Tommy smiled back at her, his blue eyes twinkling with something more than just simpathy.

"I know. Don't worry."

Then Poland and Justyna passed, and she looked so happy for it. The Italian girl was so proud of her.

San Marino and Gabry qualified as the seventh country.

Then for the third time, Estonia was called.

Croatia, Belgium or Estonia.

"The eight qualifying country is...."

Tommy's grip on her hand tightened. He was so anxious, it was killing her.

"Estonia! Congrats!"

She couldn't believe what they said at first. Then Tommy lifted himself up from his seat, a huge smile on his lips, and she immediately followed suit, and they started cheering and dancing to the music of Espresso Macchiato.

They did it. They were going together at the Grand Final.

She didn't want to admit it, but seeing him so happy, pretty while being filmed on camera, made the entire night so, so worth it.

Portugal and Ukraine were the last two countries qualifying.

She went to her non qualified friends, and hugged them tightly.

It was so hard letting them go.

The show came to an end, and she ran as fast as she could to her other friends.

The were all put next to each other in a long horizontal lineup, and the camera panned towards all of them, some waving, some cheering.

After it didn't caught up Tomas face anymore, he pulled his girlfriend next to him, and gave her a kiss.

"What was this for? The victory?"

The girl's smile couldn't seem to drop in any possible way. Nothing could ruin that perfect night. Not even that stupid gag of talents and gift giving.

"Yes, and also for another thing. Secret reveal later."

"Oh, can't wait."

In that very moment, where Claude, Kyle, Væb and even Jakob started jumping and dancing, everyone laughing and screaming excitedly, she knew. That night the ceiling couldn't really hold them.

[inkspiredwriting]

Misunderstandings and Misgivings

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The mansion was buzzing with the usual chaos, but today’s commotion centered around the upstairs bathroom. Muffled sounds of a scuffle echoed through the halls, drawing the attention of Diego and Y/N. The two of them exchanged confused and concerned glances as they stood outside the door.

“What the hell is going on in there?” Diego muttered, his fists clenching instinctively.

Y/N, Five’s girlfriend, paced nervously. “I don’t know, but it sounds like a fight.”

Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open, and Five stumbled out, followed closely by Lila. Both were disheveled, hair askew, and clearly out of breath. They stopped short, surprised to see Diego and Y/N waiting for them.

Diego’s eyes narrowed. “What were you two doing in there?”

Lila smirked, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip. “Just a little friendly sparring match. Nothing to get your panties in a twist over.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mix of hurt and anger flashing across her face. “Five, what’s going on? Why were you in there with her?”

Five looked from Y/N to Diego, frustration boiling just below the surface. “It’s not what it looks like. We were just fighting. You know, training?”

“Training?” Diego echoed skeptically, crossing his arms. “In the bathroom?”

“Yes, Diego, in the bathroom. It was a spontaneous decision.” Five snapped, exasperated.

Y/N’s expression softened slightly, but doubt still lingered. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Five sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, do you really think I’d do something like that? With Lila of all people? She’s with Diego, for God’s sake. And besides…” He stepped closer, his voice gentler now. “You’re the only one I’d ever want to be with.”

Y/N’s anger melted away as she searched his eyes. “I know, but… I just got scared.”

Five took her hands in his, his expression earnest. “You have nothing to be scared of. I love you, Y/N. Only you.”

Diego, still wary but slightly mollified, turned to Lila. “And you? What were you thinking?”

Lila shrugged nonchalantly. “Just blowing off some steam. Didn’t mean to cause a scene.” She winked at Diego. “Jealous, are we?”

Diego huffed, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Maybe a little.”

Five and Y/N shared a small, relieved laugh. Five wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “I promise, next time I’ll let you know before I get into any impromptu fights.”

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the tension finally ebb away. “Please do. I don’t need any more surprises like this.”

As the group dispersed, heading back downstairs to the relative calm of the living room, Five glanced back at Y/N, a smile playing on his lips. “You know, I’m kind of flattered that you got jealous.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile back. “Don’t push your luck, Hargreeves.”

Five chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And as they rejoined the rest of the family, the misunderstanding behind them, Five couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of gratitude for the love and trust he shared with Y/N.

[hyacinthleaves]

Hi! I really love reading the headcanons you make for Damon, it fuels my delulu fantasies. If it's not a bother, can you make one with how Wolfgang & Damon would react to their s/o being a victim? Thanks alot!

What's up with the Damon angst guys are y'all good

Wolfgang Akire:

If you thought he crashed out during the practice trial, you have seen NOTHING

He's investigating all by himself and he's not letting anyone else touch you. If he has to come up with a reason why it should only be him, he will

Similarly to Grace, he'll be upset when people attempt to look through your belongings. He'll let them, but he'll literally be looming over everyone that does so

I don't even think he'll let most people get a word out during the trial

If he feels like someone is saying something that isn't important to the case, he's immediately shutting it down and yelling at them (Cassidy learned that the hard way)

There's no way anyone can snap him out of his rage until long after the trial is over

The only time he shuts up is during the execution

It wouldn't even seem like he's watching it happen, he's spacing out wondering what he's going to do without you by his side

He's extremely upset for the rest of the game but he'll try and act like he's not for the sake of everyone else (unless someone brings you up)

He might become a little less social after that, but that's the only thing that everyone notices

Damon Maitsu:

Oh my god someone tell this man to calm down

I think before he fully comprehends that he's lost you, he immediately starts investigating

It's only near the end of the investigation that it hits him

I think it would take him that long because he knew that he was going to lose SOMETHING during this but he didn't know it was going to be you

Plus he would mostly be investigating on his own because he's moving so damn fast so no one can really snap him out of his trance

He insists on being the only one to search your body but he might just be a bit snappy with anyone else that wants to as well

He would try to make the trial go as smoothly as possible for your sake despite his immense sadness

He knows that you probably wouldn't enjoy him causing chaos as soon as you die so he's absolutely locked in

He knows that he'll have time to fully digest it after the trial so his main focus is finding out who would do this to you

...but that doesn't mean he'll go easy on the killer when he finds out. All that rage he was missing out on before would hit as soon as he knows he's right

And all of this would be done in normal Damon fashion too (being as snappy and pissy as ever), that's not changing. It might get worse

He really wished that someone naive could die so they could've learned that this was a serious situation, but of course, he has to be the one to lose someone. That's what pisses him off the most

He's actually a ticking time bomb and every time someone says something stupid, they're getting read to FILTH

He gets so much more introverted after the trial. The most emotion you get out of him is maybe him crying near the end of the trial but that's it

He knows that you probably wouldn't want that for him but he can't help it. You were one of the only people that didn't exclude him so he doesn't see a point anymore

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Azul

*Note: Yes, this is a repost of this fic story. I have a feeling that it got lost due to the original tags that it had, so I am reposting to see if that changes. For those who have read this already, I do apologize for the annoyance that I'm causing.

Azul is a very, very busy business man. He is not one to take breaks from making sure the Monstro Lounge is in perfect order unless anything school related keeps him away from the Octavinelle Dorm. In the case of his upcoming alchemy exam, Azul cannot afford to slip a few grades all for the sake of working. Although he would normal go to the Housewarden’s bed chamber to hit the books, Azul knows that there is a good chance that chaos will ensue, and he refuses to take part in it.

He can go to Heartslabyul to study with Riddle, but being more than aware of Riddle’s studying tactics, Azul would rather not handle the stress.

He can go to Scarabia; Kalim is always welcoming. Jamil…not so much. Even then, Azul will be too distracted to even remember his studying mission.

He can go to Ignihyde, but Idia is too good at studying that he can recite the textbook while playing one of his many video games.

There is only one more option left.

You agree that you can use a study partner, so while on the phone with Azul, you offer him a place to stay to avoid any more trouble. Azul can’t thank you enough.

You don’t have much in terms of study food, and you hope Azul won’t mind the remnants of snacks that Ace and Deuce brought over from yesterday (which is popcorn and oranges). By the time you set the coffee table up, the awaited knock appears at the front door.

Azul’s uniform is a little more disheveled than usual, but you take in the assumption of him having to deal with some last minute problem-solving as to why he looks the way he looks. Azul thanks you again for welcoming him to your dorm for the evening.

In truth, having the most “sane” of the Octavinelle trio is better than all three of them at once. You just hope the tweels don’t tag alone.

“Rest assured that I will be your only guest this evening. Housewarden’s honor.” Azul’s voice is at its most collected. How assuring indeed. “Before we get started, you don’t mind if I go to the washroom and change into something more comfortable, do you?”

“I don’t see why not,” you reply.

As Azul makes his way up the stairs, you commence hitting the books for homework. You have five minutes of quiet until Azuzl returns in his change of clothes. You nearly choke on the orange slice as you gaze at the lounge attire, fit for a business mogul, that the Octavinelle Housewarden has draped. If this is Azul’s definition of comfortable, you need to update your ideas about the octo-mermaid’s tastes.

Leona nor Vil can never.

Azul smirks. “I’m aware that the eyes often speak more than the lips, but I would appreciate you being able to breath before your face turns blue.”

You snap out of your infatuated daydream. “Is that real silk?” you question.

Azul flicks his robe sleeves. “Indeed. Comfort is bliss, you know.”

You stutter, trying to get out how Azul can own something so delicate looking.

“It was a birthday gift from my parents after doing so well my first semester of school. I could never take this back home, so I keep this and the majority of my terrestrial belongings in proper storage. No need to be concerned. I take care of everything that belongs to me.” His eyes light up. “Oh, that reminds me.” Azul ruffles through his overnight bag and pulls out another robe of similar fabric, folded neatly as if it has just come out of the packaging. “I couldn’t come to your abode without a thank-you gift for your patronage.”

Your heart nearly stops at the sight of this “thank-you gift.” “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Nonsense. This should keep you warm in this rickety, old place. With all of that said, should we get started?”

The both of you decide to tackle math first. It’s not your favorite subject, but better finish it now than later. That doesn’t help algebra from not kicking you in the ass though. Simple equations are nothing, but the longer the math problem, the more it makes you flinch.

“Do you know what a balancing scale is?”

“Yeah?” you reply as if Azul is joking.

“Math is exactly like that. You need both sides to be equal in order for it to appear straight.” Azul scoots closer to you, pencil pointing at your textbook. “To find out the missing number, you have to use everything else to make the other side equal. Let’s start here.” He leans over, using his pencil as a guide for your eyes.

His closeness adds heat to your skin. You try to keep your focus on his mentoring, but your heart is pounding like dough being slapped onto a cutting board. Azul is so deep into his mini lesson that he doesn’t seem to notice your stiffness.

“You seem a little too good at this,” you mutter.

Azul snickers. “Math is quite like alchemy. You cannot make less or more than what the ritual requires. If a factor is missing, you have to equal everything out. I hope this makes more sense.”

“Me too…”

Upstairs, now that you’re all cozy for the night, you complete the look with your new silk robe, similar to Azul’s in style, but colored blue to bring some color into your wardrobe. The new fabric scent whiffs into your nostrils like the spring breeze. You feel guilty for accepting such a gift, but you don’t want to hurt Azul’s feelings by returning it.

Speaking of him, he knocks on the door, and you permit him entrance. He enters the room with your school books in hands. “You left these back in the foyer.”

“Oh…right. Thank you, Azul.”

Azul carefully sits them on your nightside table. “Would you mind if I studied alchemy with you?”

“With me? I’m about to pass out soon.”

“Well, maybe my read-along will help you with that.” He sits himself on the right side of the bed and watches you join him on the other side. He opens his book wide enough that you can read along with Azul if you like. Azul has you lean against his arm as he utters the text he’s gone over dozens of times. Your eyes drift to the old sketches of ingredients and ancient painted text as he vocalizes each word on the pages. Azul’s left fingers play with the end strands of your hair. Just as he predicts, you fall away from the real world into the darkness of sleep. By the time Azul decides to stop studying for the day, he chooses to rather stay and make you comfortable than to take the guest room alone.

[viridescentelf]

In your debt - Part 2

Young druid Halsin x Reader

Art belongs to @ozumii-fucking-wizard (i love your style UGH you have bewitched me with baby Halsin goodness 💜🖤💜)

Read Part 1 here :)

This is very short, sfw, fluffy goodness. I will def continue, I need some time to think of the next few beats.

Part 3

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Halsin carried you through the brush. You were too weak to do anything other than lie limp in his thick arms, trying your hardest not to continuously stare at his carved face.

He had closed your wound with his incantations, but your insides were still badly damaged from your encounter with the goblin. The druid told you that he could attend to you further in his village. That’s where you were heading now.

“U-uhm…”, you stuttered meekly, as he pushed you a bit closer to his chest to avoid dense branches. Your face was the shade of a beet.

He looked down at you, while he kept his stride.

“Isn’t your village …”, you swallowed. How were you supposed to phrase this? “…under attack?”

Halsin nodded, understanding your confusion.

“It was. The goblins surrounded us and took us by surprise. Those two you ran into used the chaos to kidnap the little ones.” He ducked down a bit. He was too tall for this area. You would’ve never been able to reach the branches he was dodging.

“But they were extremely ill prepared. Fools, really. It was merely to divert our attention. We quickly defeated them. They did cause some damage to our crops and huts. So… you’ll see that once we arrive.”

You processed what he just told you. The goal of the goblins was to get those children. You remembered the goblins’ gross conversation before you got involved. You shuddered at the memory.

“They said they were bringing them to drows. That they wanted slaves…”, you replied, your voice tired.

You felt his grip around you get slightly tighter. It was brief, but you noticed his jaw clench as well.

“Filth…”, he growled under his breath. His eyes flickered down to you and he composed himself with a low grunt.

“I daren’t imagine what would have happened to them…had you not come along,” he concluded.

You said nothing. The dull pain in your abdomen protested that statement. A part of you wished you hadn’t intervened for your own sake. You felt awful at this moment, despite Halsin’s first aid.

There was a pause in the conversation. You didn’t know each other and yet he was holding you so intimately. You looked, smelled and felt like shit. It was awkward.

He walked swiftly, but you didn’t really feel the motion. His hold on you was steady and careful. You weighed almost nothing to him.

You cleared your throat, wanting to brook the quiet somehow. But you were so exhausted. Speaking was difficult. Halsin noticed your attempt and smiled to himself.

“Close your eyes. I’ll keep you safe,” he cooed.

He didn’t have to say it twice. Almost immediately, your eyes fell shut, as you leaned your head against his chest for comfort, having nowhere else to rest it. Halsin didn’t protest, observing you sinking deep into his hold. Sleep took you quickly. His eyes mellowed, gazing at your slumbering form, while he walked towards your destination.

You were cute. The children failed to mention that when they spoke about you.

[mewnewew]

hiii I had a random idea

Zoro x reader

zoro and reader used to be tgt but broke up(mutual?) a long time ago, somehow the straw hats recruited a new member(reader) while zoro was asleep during the whole situation

Maybe there’s prob still some romantic tension between them? I think the both of them would somehow act like an old married couple lol

Heeey! Hope this fits. I think I threw more Strawhat stuff there more than needed oops. Yes I made that icon thing. Is it good?

A page left unfinished: Zoro x Reader

"It's weird...."

"Yeah it kind of feels like...."

"They're married?" Say both Nami and Usopp, simultaneously as the rest of the Strawhats watch you and Zoro bicker.

The argument had started when his swords had accidentally bumped against your hip while you were carrying some produce to Sanji. This caused you to yell at him, keeping the produce and him to get back at you.

"You can keep them down, you know? No one's going to steal them!"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it! It's hit me hundreds of times!"

"Oh please, it's not hundreds."

"How would you know?!"

And so on and so forth.

You were a new member, having joined the crew only a few islands back. While you were easygoing and quite amiable with the rest of the crew, they quickly found out your other side when you interacted with Zoro. In fact, the first time they saw you interacting with him was quite funny in hindsight.

(Zoro yawned, getting up and stretching. He'd been up all night, since there was a pirate attack via a pink, living submarine that he and was fighting off and probably had missed their stop to Plum Island. Scratching his scalp, he meanderd towards the kitchen where the rest of the crew were, taking a seat, he ignored Sanji's usual retort of how late he was and started drinking sake.

. . .Eh?

He proceeded to spit it out onto your face, realising his ex was sitting opposite him, shrieking at the sudden spray.

"You bastard!" You cursed.

"What?! What are you doing here?!"

"I'm your new nurse, you dumbass."

"Chopper doesn't need a clumsy idiot like you!"

"Why you-" You were getting up, already rolling up your sleeves, face still dripping with sake onto your shirt. Zoro getting ready with his swords.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Cried Nami, standing up and putting both hands in each of your directions. "What's happening here? Zoro, why're you acting like this? How do you know each other?"

With that, the both of you sat down, huffing. "We used to date, a few years ago."

"WHAAAAT?!" echoed the entire crew.

You looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "What, you didn't tell them?"

He grumbled, having folded his arms and shrugging. "If I knew you were going to be coming, I woulda told them."

With a sigh you flicked his forehead. "Pay attention and stop sleeping all the time!")

And that started it all. However, there were times where you two worked perfectly well. You had a power similar to Law's. Pulling. Not exactly switching something into it's place, just pulling the object or being to you. They had seen how well you and Zoro worked together when you managed to get on one side of the island when your group needed him, instantly pulling him to join the battle on this side. When you were in danger, you could yank him over to you, even over 5 ships lined tip to tip away. Hell, the entire crew was more than thankful for your power. (It saved them from being dragged by Luffy into the chaos)

Chopper couldn't be more than thankful when you yanked him back to his bed instantly, in order to not let him ruin his bandages. Sanji, praised you more than usual, thanking you with more of your favourite dishes when you could instantly just yank the man to your side, even if he was snoring in the Crows nest. Ussop thanked you profusely when you yanked him back when everyone was getting back to the ship, not letting the man get lost again.

Sanji, as he did with the rest of the crew, chatted and was generally on good terms with everyone, and since you were new, tried to cater to you more than usual, in order learn about your eating habits. Zoro, would do nothing out the ordinary other than roll his eye more than usual, and huff. Although, he did realise how closely you two moved.

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During one particular, ordinary meal after a battle, you sighed, and looked exhausted. Poor thing, you'd been using your power like anything and that took a lot out of you, if done with many people, regardless of amount of use. While everyone was quite tired, you looked almost dead on your feet. Before Sanji could offer to take you to your bed or something, Zoro stood, and nudged at your almost asleep state.

"C'mon, up" He coaxed.

"Hah? Whuzzat-?" You mumbled, blinking up at him.

"We're going to your cabin. C'mon"

"Huh? Oh, okay." You murmured, getting up almost unsteadily on your feet, where Zoro caught your hand, tugging you gently against him, so that you could lean on him.

Sanji, for once, towards Zoro, was speechless. He'd never seen that look on his face. It was a face of care, under a layer of worry. Another thing he had seen not necessarily only on the Swordsman's face but in his body language was the unspoken love. He knew what to say, how to handle you. That was love. Hell, he saw the trust that you had with him. Granted, you were quite comfortable with the crew now, there was something with Zoro, that was almost....natural. Just between you two.

"Well, I'll be." He whispered, half to himself, as he watched the duo go.

"Oi, Luffy! Don't steal Sanji's food!"

Robin walked past your room, humming to herself. Then paused. Walked back a little and looked in. There sat Zoro, frowning. He was looking at you, pointing at a....chart?

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"....She married Zack, you remember Zack right?"

"Why the hell would she do that."

"Exactly!" You threw your hands in the air. "That's exactly what I said!"

He crossed his arms, nodding for you to continue. "And what did she say?"

You clasped your hands together, put them on your chest and bore a sappy expression, blinking coquettishly. ""Oh, you don't get it. I love him!"" You said in a falsetto voice.

"Ugh!" Zoro scowled, shaking his head. It was at this point that Robin realised you were doing another married couple thing: gossiping.

"Thank you! Someone understood me!" You exclaimed.

"How the hell did her brother allow that? You told me he hated that guy."

"Heh" You grinned. "I don't think he'd much hate the guy, not when he was also dating him."

"What?-" and on you two continued.

She shook her head and moved on, stifling her laughter. What a pair you two were.

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Another moment was when Brook was sitting with Chopper, singing him a song he had heard about reindeer.

"And so they huffed..

And so they puffed

And they raised their heads up hi-i-gh..

For they pushed against, the cold, and the ice,

To sleep with a happy smi-ile~"

Laughing, Chopper clapped his hooves together. Then paused, looking behind him.

"What is it Chopper-san?"

"It's Zoro. He's holding chocolates? I thought he didn't like chocolates!"

Blinking, Brook stood up from his chair, coming to also see over the railing. Yes Zoro was indeed walking on the deck, towards you, holding chocolates in one hand. Coming over to you, he spun you around, dumped them in your hands and left. Quickly recovering from the shock, you yanked the table from where Brook and Chopper were, to crash onto Zoro, since he was in its path. Cursing at you, he turned-only to hear giggles as you had run off. Though the pair could clearly see he didn't have any real malice or anger in him. He was happy.

"I don't get it." Announced Chopper.

"Get what?"

"Why do they act like that? They, seem like they like each other, but they...."

"Act like enemies?"

He nodded. Brook looked at his violin, thinking how to best answer him. The violin had been bought by Robin, as a birthday gift, from a island known for it's instruments.

"Love isn't always erased after the relationship ends."

"It's still there? Even after so long?"

"Unless both or one party officially turns that love into something else that ruins what the other side or both sides cannot tolerate, it's still there. Just like how Sabo and Luffy loved and cared for each other, even when one party thought the other had died."

"Like me, Doctorine, and Doctor Hiriluk?"

Brook now looked at the young reindeer, his voice now soft, bearing an evident smile in the tone. "Yes. I'd imagine our young friends are somewhat similar in that aspect as well."

Then he chuckled conspiratorially, hand over his mouth. "Plus, no one said we couldn't keep bets and enjoy their antics, yo-ho-ho-ho-ho!"

At the final battle, a lot of people managed to fulfill their dreams. Zoro was one of them, having defeated Mihawk in a duel. He was due to go back to his hometown, to return Kuina's sword in a few days. The night before he left, you grabbed his plate of food, and went to find him. As expected, you found him at the Crows Nest, staring out at the distance.

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"Oi, Greatest Swordsman" You called out.

"Hah?" He turned back, then relaxed slightly, and you knew he was somewhat pleased by that reaction.

"Got yer dinner."

"Thanks."

You came, and handed him his plate, before settling down next to him, sharing the view.

"So, how's it feel?"

"....Like normal actually. I knew I'd get there one day."

"Well" you sighed, leaning on his arm. "You were always gunning towards it, even when it seemed like you weren't."

"Heh, guess so."

Neither of you commented when Zoro's hand held one of yours. Nor when your thumb took the initiative of lightly stroking his.

In the morning, none of the crew would question it when the pair of you set out together, to his home, rather than just him. In fact, they were grinning as they saw you already yelling at him for somehow going in the opposite direction-even when the path was straight. None of them also commented or yelled out, when they saw Zoro clearly holding back a grin.

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

"demon child"

i think lmk li jing should have been worse :)

"Father-" Nezha's mech takes a step forward, metal clanging against the asphalt.

Li Jing swirls around, glaring with a gaze filled with both anger and fear. "SILENCE!" He snarls, lifting the pagoda in one bracelet-clad hand. "Do not make me subdue you once more, Nezha."

Nezha is no fool. He knows all of them can see him flinch, even through the layers of iron and steel. He knows all of them can see the spear waver in his mech's fingers, foot shifting backward out of defense.

Ever the savior, Wukong steps forward to his defense, brown-orange fur bristling. "Hey, what the fuck, Li?" He snarls, tail swishing in agitation. "Us I get, but your own son?"

Nezha's father raises his pagoda, glare tightening the wrinkles around his eyes. "You have no right to judge me, simian. Or shall I remind you-" the seal upon the circlet reactivates, and Nezha can only watch in horror as Wukong cries out in pain, dropping to his knees. The rest of his friends- can Nezha even call them his friends, with how little he knows of them?- try to resist the tug of the pagoda's magic, but their feet start to slip.

He doesn't want to go back to that lotus-painted door again. He doesn't want to be crushed and confined under a heavy floor again. He doesn't want his tongue silenced and his actions subdued again. He doesn't want to be trapped ever again.

...But isn't he now?

Trapped in compliance, frozen in time as he watches them lose this fight?

Nezha is no fool.

He knows he is a hound that has been muzzled and chained- he knew that when they took away his strongest weapons and raised a pagoda at him for harboring the slightest thoughts of disobedience. He has always known.

But for the sake of the trust MK talked of, for the sake of what Nezha once stood for- a two-handed spear breaks through the pagoda's cyclone, severing the magic. Nezha can only watch as the dragon girl yells for Mr. Tang, everyone staring at him with confusion and pity as a golden glow takes them far away.

He knows his punishment. He knows why the pagoda was created.

He leaves his mech, bowing his head before his father as he awaits what is due.

"...Return to the Celestial Realm."

He is given a mercy. An unexpected one, at that, but one that makes his bowed head sigh toward the asphalt with relief. As of now, his use outweighs his disobedience.

He watches his father take off toward the horizon, mumbling an apology as he disappears from the festively lit alleyway in a swirl of lotus petals. He knows what it's like to be a chaos child, destined for destruction- he can only hope MK will have a happier tale than he did.

"...So hey, are we just going to gloss over what the fuck just happened with Nezha??" Mei asks once she's back on her feet within the mountain cavern, gesturing wildly at Wukong to explain.

"He-" Wukong starts, then stops, scratching his arm. "His dad... I knew something about it, but I always thought people were exaggerating. Cause c'mon, Nezhy? I know he's got a temper, but that-"

"Monkey King, WHAT are you talking about?" MK scratches his head, leaning on Mei with a similarly confused expression.

Wukong hesitates, pacing against the stone ground of the temple, then sighs. He opens his mouth-

And is beat to it.

"That pagoda was created to subdue Nezha." Tang interrupts. He pushes his glasses farther up his nose, focusing his gaze on crumbling towers high above. "...I remember the story now."

When he's finished regaling the tale in a quiet tone, the Monkie Gang has reeled through a rollercoaster of emotions- anger, disgust, pity, sympathy, and rage. Pigsy rolls up his sleeves, marching out towards the nearest wall with a loud "I'm gonna go back and give that fuckin' 'father' of his a piece of my goddamn mind-"

Sandy lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, steering the chef back. "Pigsy. Not right now." He says, although nobody misses the clenched fist of his other hand.

Wukong sighs. "...I always thought people were playing it up, but... I guess not." He closes his eyes, trying to reign in the feeling of guilt bubbling up inside him. To think he bullied Nezha for it, not understanding just how conflicted he must have been... Most definitely not for the first time in Wukong's life, he feels like an idiot who failed a friend. But there's nothing he can do about it now- so he rolls his shoulders back, settling his bristling fur as he waves everyone towards the stone passageway. "Welp! Traumatic backstories aside, time to get the world-saving-adventure underway, everyone!"

As for Nezha... They'll all just have to hope he's alright.

[bwoahtastic]

Number 5 for Lando/Oscar?👀

Okay so its not SO long but I didnt want to post this and lose it, so its also posted to ao3 here. Thanks for the request<3'

Lando/Oscar, 1.8k, fluff

“Oscar and… Lando! The room on the right here is yours.” George is speaking rather loudly, gesturing for them to follow after him while he inspected his rooming list on the clipboard he was holding. Lando gives the back of George’s head a glare, causing Oscar to chuckle softly. He pats Lando’s shoulder a little bit in commiseration before lifting his duffle bag and following after Lando into their assigned bedroom for the ‘Great New Annual GPDA Grid Bonding Trip”.

Lando stops walking resolutely when upon stepping past the doorpost, he realizes there is a mayor elephant in the room (George’s currently very punch-able face aside).

There is only one bed.

Now, Lando would say he is a modern man who wouldn’t be held up on things like sharing a bed with his teammate that was fast becoming one of his best friends, but the bed is also tiny, and Lando cannot envision how 2 people would fit on it.

“Uhm, George, are you sure this room is for two people?” Oscar asks softly, fiddling with the strap of his duffle bag. His cheeks are flushed a little red and Lando does not like seeing him uncomfortable, but hopes for his own pride’s sake that it is mostly the fact that they both surprised by this development rather than Oscar being horrified at being so close to Lando.

“Yes, yes it’s plenty big. You both aren’t so tall so you’ll be fine!” George waves their concerns away, marking off their room with a big red check mark on his rooming list. Lando tries to snatch the rooming list from him, but George holds it high above his head, far out of Lando’s reach.

“You gave Yuki and Isack a bigger room than us and they are tiny!” Lando exclaims in frustration, tilting his head to read the rooming list upside down. George flounders a little, seeming unsure what to say.

“It’s not necessarily bigger” he tries.

“You literally put the room size in square meters in your list, George. And the bed size, too.” Oscar pipes up, narrowing his eyes a little. Lando follows suit, putting his hands on his hips for good measure.

“Is it because you’re scared of Yuki, George?” he asks, expecting George to gasp in indignation, but instead George turns a little pale in the face.

“He threatened to bite my ankles. I like my ankles.” He answers wistfully, before squaring his shoulders. “You two will be fine sharing, you’re like married couple anyways-“

“I will bite your ankles and your calves, George.” Lando interrupts, not ready to deal with the implication of Oscar and himself acting like a married couple. George looks at him with a hint of fear in his eyes, but doesn’t budge.

“You will be fine.” He says again. “And now, go to bed, it’s already almost midnight and our program starts at 7AM sharp!” he adds cheerfully, clapping his hands before legging it out the room to no doubt make more drivers murderous.

Lando turns to look at Oscar, who he catches mid yawn. The Aussie glances back a little sheepishly.

“It will be fine, I’m too tired to fight about this more.” He shrugs. “We will just try to both be on our sides facing away from each other and try to rest. We won’t have much time to sleep anyways,” he adds. Lando sometimes hates how reasonable Oscar was, but now he agrees. He is exhausted too, and at least the pillows on the bed look soft.

“Fine. But I will resume George-killing plans tomorrow.” Lando grumbles, folding his arms over his chest and jutting out his lip into a pout. Oscar smirks.

“I will help you.” He agrees easily, never scared to enable Lando in his chaos.

“I just want to say that this was all George’s idea.” A rather frazzled looking Carlos pipes up, popping his head around the corner. “I should have never agreed to any of this.” He adds with a groan, before running off as loud arguing starts up downstairs.

Lando turns back to Oscar to once again whine about their unfair fate, when he sees Oscar smiling at the now empty doorway, where Carlos had been. Lando had been glad when the two had put their differences and fighting aside to strike up a tentative friendship, but Lando feels his stomach tighten uncomfortably at the look Oscar had thrown at the Spaniard.

Call him possessive all you want, but Oscar is his teammate, and Lando doesn’t like to share.

“Let’s get ready for bed!” Lando announces overly cheerily, promptly taking his top off. Oscar’s head moves to look at him so fast that Lando for a moment fears the Aussie will end up with whiplash. but then Oscar averts his gaze equally fast again.

“Yeah, yeah. Bed.” Oscar mumbles, practically putting his head inside his duffle bag to look for what is presumably his pj’s. Lando wants to tease him for looking like an ostrich, but the tips of Oscar’s ears look oddly red and he seems to be muttering a little warily to himself, so Lando lets him be.

An eventful 20 minutes later filled with Oscar tripping while taking off his jeans, a small fight with the other drivers over who gets to use one of the bathrooms first, and Lando spitting toothpaste all over the mirror above the little sink when Oscar deadpans “at least George didn’t schedule everyone’s bathroom time as well’, Oscar and Lando find themselves standing in front of the tiny double bed.

“Do you have a side preference?” Oscar asks, yawning again. His hair is more ruffled than Lando has ever seen it, and his eyes are a little droopy. That, combined with his old, faded shirt, makes him look extremely cuddly. Lando blinks when Oscar raises an eyebrow, clearly having been waiting a good while for an answer.

“Nope, however you want me is fine.” Lando answers, now yawning too. Oscar stares at him for a long moment, then swallows thickly, and nods.

“Alright.” He murmurs, quietly getting in on the left side of the bed, making himself comfortable under the covers. Lando quietly gets in on the other side, laying on his side facing away from Oscar like Oscar had mentioned, and finds himself pressed against Oscar from their shoulders down to their legs. It’s not exactly comfortable, both having to lay fully straightened out in order to fit without touching more, and Lando doubts he will get much sleep like this. He squirms a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position, but only succeeding in almost pushing Oscar out of the bed with his ass.

“Careful!” Oscar gasped, reaching behind to put a hand on Lando’s hip, steadying himself. His hand is warm, thumb brushing the skin between the waistband of Lando’s shorts and his shirt. Lando lets out an apologetic noise, trying to lay completely still again.

He tries not to miss Oscar’s touch when Oscar pulls his hand away again.

It’s Oscar who moves next, and Lando just barely manages to hook his foot against Oscar’s leg in order not to fall out this time. Oscar murmurs a sleepy sorry, snuffling a little as he shifts his pillow.

They both try to sleep after, but every few minutes, movement will wake them both right up again.

“Right.” Oscar speaks up decisively after another half an hour of near tumbles out of the bed. He sits up, and Lando rolls over to look at him. “Are you a big spoon or little spoon, Lando?” Oscar sighs, tired eyes blinking at Lando, who stares back at him with his mouth agape.

“Uhm… big?” he manages to squeak out. Oscar nods in answer, laying down on his side again but then reaching behind him, tugging on Lando’s arm until he gives in and rolls closer, pressing up against Oscar’s back. Oscar is warm, shoulders curving a little to fit better in Lando’s hold as he moves Lando’s hand to rest on his sternum.

“There, now we can’t fall.” He murmurs sleepily, all while Lando is having a mayor existential crisis. Oscar seems pretty content about it all, letting out another sleepy snuffling sound as Lando cautiously gets comfortable too, face nuzzled into Oscar’s soft hair.

It feels nice, comforting even, but Lando’s heart is still beating way too fast. He likes cuddling, loves it, but it’s been so long since he truly did this with anyone, and he never expected to cuddle Oscar – who had to warm up to Lando for months before he stopped getting flustered over Lando’s hand on his shoulder – this intimately.

“Stop overthinking this, Lando.” Oscar whispers after another 20 minutes of Lando internally screaming at all of this. Oscar rolls over in Lando’s hold, and now they are face to face, noses almost touching. Oscar hums softly, eyes closed as he nuzzles their noses together. “We’re fine, yeah?” he adds softly, eyes fluttering open to reveal the warm brown of his irises.

Lando nods, takes a deep breath.

Because yeah, they are Lando and Oscar. Of course they are fine.

Lando shifts his arm, wrapping it firmly around Oscar’s shoulders as their legs tangle together. Oscar responds by wrapping his arm around Lando’s waist before letting out another sleepy, content noise, lips parting a little to let the sound escape.

Oscar’s eyes are closed but Lando can’t stop staring at him, at the soft swoop that his hair makes over his forehead, the way his lashes twitch a little as he tries to get more cozy, down to where his soft pink lips remain parted ever so slightly.

It would be so easy, Lando thinks, to tilt his chin up and let his lips brush over Oscar’s.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, or the way Oscar just seems so comfortable in his arms, but Lando does just that.

It’s barely even a kiss, light enough that Lando could brush it off as an accident because of their close proximity. But the moment their lips touch, Oscar just melts into him, a sweet sigh leaving him as he presses his lips back against Lando’s

Now there is no denying that they are kissing.

One of Oscar’s dainty hands lands on Lando’s cheek as Oscar’s smiles into the kiss. His lips are as soft as they looked and Lando feels himself relax, clings to Oscar’s slim waist more firmly to make sure Oscar cannot move away.

“See, we’re fine, yeah?” Oscar whispers against his lips, seeming reluctant to break the kiss fully. Lando smiles now too, stealing another kiss before leaning back a little, wanting to look Oscar in the eye, wanting to commit this moment to memory.

“Yeah,” Lando whispers, “We’re fine.”