#<-he legit looks like he could be pats kid

[lustfulslxt]

Okay could I request a Matt X Chris’s bsf! Reader. Like Chris knows his bestie has it BAD for his brother and he tries to set them up

Divulgence- Matt Sturniolo

warnings : idk, corny dad jokes that i legit died laughing over lmaoo

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“What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” Chris asks, hardly able to hold in his giggles. “Oh sheet!”

Matt and I simultaneously burst into laughter, dramatically falling into one another as we struggle to catch our breaths. Chris starts rolling on the floor, his screams sounding throughout the house as he flails his limbs.

“What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” Matt asks, a goofy grin spread over his lips. “Roberto.”

I can’t help but repeatedly hit the couch as my laughter starts up again, completely amused at their corny jokes. Chris is back up for just a second, grabbing onto Matt’s shoulders before falling back to the ground, his face bright red due to the amount of laughter constricting his breath. After a few more minutes of silly giggles, both boys look at me expectantly.

I pause, thinking for a second, before I start snickering to myself. “What happens when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the butt? You hit rock bottom.”

Once again, the three of us are doubling over, unable to contain the joyous sounds coming from our mouths. Tears streaming down our faces, all of us feeling hot with the excessive laughter.

“Wait! Wait!” Matt shouts, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, “Why should you never fight a dinosaur?”

Me and Chris share a look with smiles on our faces, anticipating the punchline.

“Because you’ll get jurasskicked!” Matt exclaims, his voice booming as he starts howling.

Chris and I lose it, our screams echoing around the living room. My body shakes with giggles pouring out of me, left and right. I fall onto Matt’s lap, my head landing on his thighs, slowly calming down. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while, my breath is still erratic. His hands find their way into my hair, brushing it out of my face and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I make eye contact with Chris, who smirks at me as my face flushes pink.

Matt’s left arms falls over my side, his right hand still running through my hair, sending shivers down my body. Chris watches us, his smirk growing wider before sending me a quick wink, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I turn my head to look up at Matt and realize he’s already looking at me. After he notices he’s been caught staring at me, he awkwardly looks away, a faint blush fanning his face.

“Hey, Y/N. Follow me real quick, I’ve got something to show you.” Chris calls out, beckoning me to follow him as he walks off in the direction of his room.

I give Matt a smile, patting his leg, standing up from him and following Chris. Upon walking into his room, he shuts the door and turns to me with a devilish grin on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.

My smile fades, a frown taking its place. “Why are you so insistent on me telling him?”

“Because you’re completely head over heels for him.” Chris points out

“That’s beside the point.” I mutter, dismissively.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re my best friend, but be so fucking for real.” He stares at me, his face giving off that he’s fed up.

“What?!” I exclaim, falling back on his bed.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” He crosses his arms.

I shoot back up, immediately glaring at him, “You wouldn’t!”

He gives me a look and makes a move for his door, prompting me to sprint over to him, jumping on his back.

“Christoper Owen, stop it right now!” I shout, attempting and failing to get him to stop.

He ignores me, walking out of his room and up the stairs, me still on his back. He rounds the corner, entering the kitchen and heading straight for the living room that Matt still resides in.

“Seriously, kid. Knock it the fuck off.” I groan, hitting his back, though it was no use as he’s intent on getting me to spill my feelings for his brother.

Hearing my voice, Matt turns his head and widens his eyes at us, not expecting to see me yanking back on Chris, despite my futile attempts to do literally anything. Chris shakes me off his back, effortlessly, then turns to Matt.

“Follow me real quick, I want to show you something.” Chris says to him, just as he did to me five minutes ago.

I roll my eyes, “Chris, I swear to God.”

He holds his hand out to me, silently telling me to shut up, before waving his hand to Matt, ushering him back in the direction of his room. Matt, obviously confused, obliges anyways and heads downstairs with Chris in suit.

I sit back on the couch, anxiety building in my stomach, my nerves shot. I can’t help the slight tremble in my hands and the bouncing of my foot as I think of the worst.

Chris is my best friend, we’ve been friends for four years, and I’ve probably been in love with Matt for half that time. I never planned on telling him, as I was sure my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I cherished Matt and I’s friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamic. Sure, I, so badly, wanted to be with him and it hurt knowing that everything between us would only ever be platonic, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Matt has always been so great to me. He’s so kind and loving, incredibly thoughtful, and we just click. I couldn’t help but fall for him and his pretty face, and I feel like an idiot for it. I can’t wrap my head around why I would let myself fall for him when it’s not necessarily the best of circumstances.

I don’t think Chris would intentionally fuck things up between us, but me not knowing what was being said between the two made me feel sick to my stomach. I‘ve always been an anxious person, but especially at times like this. My nerves are racked, and I can’t help the pit of anxiety and anticipation brewing in my stomach.

Before I can continue to dwell on my thoughts, Matt rounds the corner and makes his way to the couch opposite of me. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t even spare me a glance. With a frown, I look back to the direction he came from, waiting for Chris to emerge, but he doesn’t. It hits me very clearly, as I now realize that Chris divulged my secret with him.

I can’t help the downward turn of my lips, my frown becoming more prominent. I can practically see the new awkwardness and tension that will be riddled throughout our friendship, making things slowly fall apart. I let out a loud breath, closing my eyes, and sighing as I throw my head back against the back of the couch. It feels like there’s a new weight on my shoulder, and I have no idea how to release it.

Suddenly, the seat next to me dips and I can feel a warm presence beside me. I don’t have to open my eyes to know that it’s Matt, I know his cologne like it’s oxygen. I slowly turn my head towards his direction, then open my eyes, immediately coming face to face with him. He stares at me for a moment, and I can’t read his facial expression, so I get a little nervous.

“Um.” He begins, pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Would you, maybe, want to go out? Like on a date? With me? Like not right now, but sometime? Whenever. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, we can forget this ever happened. Like it’s totally okay, honest. Please say something, so I don’t keep rambling like an idiot.”

I can’t help the soft giggles that left my mouth, amused by his stammering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His eyes widen and his mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, “Like a date date?”

My smile grows, “Yes, Matt, a date date.”

“Wow. Nice.” He smiles back, letting out a breath. “I can’t lie, I was a bit worried you’d say no. Actually, a lot worried. Chris had to convince me to even say anything.”

“Is that what that was about?” I question, furrowing my eyebrows as I motion downstairs to Chris’ room.

He nods, “Yeah, he was basically telling me I need to stop being a pussy and just tell you how I feel.”

“Hmm. He led me to believe he was telling you about my feelings for you. I was straight up dying in here, like ready to throw up everything I’ve digested in the last 24 hours.” I admit.

He lets out a chuckle and scoots closer, placing his arm around me on the back of the couch. “So, how about you tell me about your feelings for me.”

A loud laugh escapes my mouth as I push his face away, him laughing in return as I say, “Maybe on this date you speak of.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs, pulling me back into him.

He leans his head on my shoulder for a moment before turning it to look at me. When I turn my head in his direction, I notice our faces are only inches apart, causing me to slightly gasp. I can see his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back, I knew what he wanted.

“Would you be upset if I asked to kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

My tongue runs over my lips, subconsciously wetting them as I shake my head from side to side, watching him watch my every move. He slowly inches closer, before his soft pink lips meet mine for the first time. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled away to look at me. After taking in my reaction, he comes back in, pressing his mouth to mine. This one, being slower and longer, more passionate. After a minute, I pull back with a smile on my face as I took a deep breath.

“Give me like two minutes, and I’ll be right back.” I state, before taking off towards Chris’ room.

I quickly make my way down the stairs, and swiftly enter his room. Noticing he’s chilling on his bed, I run over to him and engulf him in a big hug. He’s surprised, but returns it nevertheless.

“You good?” He asks in a chuckle.

“Yes. I just wanna say you’re a great best friend and I love you so much. Thanks for keeping my secret, and I’m sorry I doubted you for a moment. And thanks for talking some sense into this kid.”

“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, rubbing my back. “Now go back up there and spend some much deserved time with him. Love you, kid.”

With a giggle, I run back upstairs, leaving Chris to continue playing games on his phone. Once I make it in the kitchen, I stop for a moment and stare at Matt. He’s so pretty, I truly love everything about him. His eyes meet mine, a smile instantly pulling to his face. He nods his head at me, beckoning me to come join him once again. So I do.

“Hi.” I smile brightly at him, laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, like earlier in the night.

“Hi.” He smiles back at me, running his hand through my hair as his other arm goes around me, pulling me closer into him.

“So, about that date.” I say, bringing my lips into my mouth to keep myself from cheesing embarrassingly hard.

The laugh he lets out ruins my attempt, as I can’t help but stare in awe at him. He’s truly everything, and I can’t be more happy that I get to indulge in that now.

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a/n : ugh here you go! sorry i feel like this request was forever ago. it is a bit rushed, but only bc i had it all damn near finished and it didn’t save, so i lost basically the whole thing. i’ll do better next time, enjoy. send in reqs! xx

[kaceythecrunch]

·:¨༺ The little things matter.. ·✮· C.S༻¨:·

Summary : Just a bunch of of fluff bc I love Chris<3. No but fr, just like a reg day with your boyfriend.

A/C : my bad for not posting lately. I'm lazy as fuck.

W/C : 1.6k+

Chris always believed he wasn’t a lovey type of guy. He didn’t think he would show much affection to his girlfriend. And even though we’re dating now, he still is in denial that he is an affectionate person. But I always tell him, the little things matter. 

Beep Beep Beep. 

Our alarm goes off. Practically pleading for us to start our day. I’ve already snoozed it 8 times. *Give me a break.* I turn to my boyfriend, make sure he wakes up. “Chris..It's already 9 am, we’ve got to start today.” He says in his morning voice, “nng…5 more minutes trust me.” He starts to pull on the blanket and snuggles into the sheets more. 

I stand up trying to start my day. Until my movement was interrupted by Chris pulling my arm. “Please, just stay in bed with me a little bit more.” Of course I give in and get closer to him. I can tell he is still sleepy, but he’s trying hard not to actually fall asleep again. He brings his hand to my face, gliding one of his fingers on my jawline. Then starting to play with my hair. “Chris..” I say, smiling at him. “Hmmm…” He mumbles. “We for real have to get up now. Today can’t be our lazy day,” I tell him. “Nng..why not.” He says, still sleepy. “Well because yesterday was our lazy day. We can’t be lazy two times in a row.” I explained to him. “Ugh..fine..” He gives in. 

He is still playing with my hair. “Like are you sure we can’t have two lazy days?” he looks at me, practically begging for another lazy day. “Yes, we can’t have two lazy days. Cmon, let's get up and do something with our lives, kay’?” I say, smiling at him, urging him to get up. I pull his arm and he moves slightly. “Fine…You’re like I love you. I would have not listened to you If I didn’t” I smile, “Okay cmon lets get ready.” 

I start to make my way into our bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush, then he put the toothpaste on both and handed chris’ toothbrush to him. I turn on the buzzer and brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror, but the only thing I could focus on was him. His messy hair, the pjs. I look, and see that his eyes are focused on me. “Hey, you mind?” I told him. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M LITERALLY LOOKING AT MYSELF.” He yells out, slightly embarrassed. 

 

“Shush…you’re gonna wake up everyone else in the house. I was just kidding” I say, patting his back. “Like I've stated, I don’t think I'd do that lovey dovey bullshit.” he explains as he is rolling his eyes. I tell him, “It's the little things that matter.” he smiles. We finish brushing our teeth, and our morning routine.

I decided to drive both of us to a local coffee shop. “You’re like my passenger princess, huh?” I say, laughing at him. He looks at me, grossed out. “Okay, don’t call me your passenger princess. That's just weird.” I continue to laugh, “But you literally are my passenger princess. I have spare pepsi cans for you in the back of my car. I’m legit your sugar daddy, driving you to places. ” I look at him, raising one eyebrow, smirking. “I am seriously not a passenger princess, do not call me that.” He says, trying to act all serious. “Alrighty tough guy.” He scuffs in response. 

We finally arrived at the establishment. I turn to him as we are walking in, “What do you want?” He thinks, “Please waffles. The most superior break-y.” “Okay Okay.” I say, as we walk in and wait in line. He turns to be and looks at my hair. “You hair is fucked up.” I cover my head with my hands. “Wait, thats so embarrassing, how fucked up??” I say, kind of worried. “Don’t worry, lemme just help you.” He starts to fix the strands of hair that I missed getting ready this morning, and making sure that my hairline is straight. “Are you sure this is alright?” I double checked, “Yes, I’m sure it’s fixed.” He responds. I smile, knowing that he realizes how affectionate he actually is. 

I order, and we grab our food and sit at one of the tables. “Can I have a sip of your drink?” I ask, “fine, only a sip.” he responds. I smile and I start to pour the drink into my mouth, “I said a sip!!” He tried to take away the drink, but it ended up spilling all over my mouth. My hands are up, my jaw is dropped, and I just look at him in shock. “That’s your fault for not listening. You know Pepsi is my roman empire.” He says, though he still decides to grab a napkin and wipe the mess all over me. “You look disgusting right now.” 

He cups one of my cheeks with one hand, and with the other hand is cleaning off the wet stuff off my face. “Nng, chris..I’m an adult. I can clean myself up.” I told him. “I know but it's okay. You look like a mess right now.” I frown. “I can tell..” He smiles, “this is kind of funny.” He sits down and brings out his phone. “Say cheeseeee.” My eyes widen, “NOO CHRIS-” He snaps a picture, and turns his phone to me. “I’m keeping this picture forever.” I look, in shock. “That is probably the worst picture you could ever take of me..” he laughs. “I think this shows the real you.” I question, “the real me?” 

We finish, and walk out of the place. “So, where to?” He asks. “Can we pleaseee PLEASEEE go to the mall.” I beg. “I really need to buy more clothes. He agrees and we get on our way. 

We get to the mall, and of course it's busy. A bunch of teens, families, and other couples. There is one couple making out in the middle of the mall walkway. Chris turns and whisper’s to me, “how the fuck does someone have the confidence to do that?? Imagine I just stare hard, do you think they’d get uncomfortable?” I responded, “well obviously, you’re staring hard at them.” He explains, “but that's like what they want..I love you, but I would never show PDA like that.” I laugh, “well I’m hoping you never show PDA to me like that..” 

As we strolled around the store, I of course, picked up things that I wanted. I walked into a plushie store. I’ve been wanting to get a panda plushie for myself. I was roaming around the aisles looking for one, until I got distracted. Something caught my eyes. A deer plushie. “Awww, this plushie reminds me of chris. I’m definitely getting this one.” I pay, and walk out of the store and meet chris. I notice he also has a bag. I ask, . “Hey, what did you get?” he looks at my bag, “nothing special what about you?” I shrug. “Nothing special either.” 

We begin to walk around the mall again. He looks down. He noticed that my laces of my shoes are flapping around.  “Your shoes are untied, let me tie them for you.” He pulls me to the side and bends down to tie my shoes. “I’m actually so in love with you to the point, everytime your shoes are untied, I will be more than happy to tie your shoes. You know?” He says, “Aww, you’re so sweet!!” I pat his shoulders. “Ew, was that corny or was that good enough?” I smile, “No no no, it was super sweet. Trust me!” He stands up and smiles.

“I can’t take this.” I took out the deer plushie from the baggy, “I saw this, and it reminded me of you.” He smiles, slightly flushed. He takes the plushie. “YESS!! A deer plushie? Are you for real?” I smile, “yeah! For starters, your favorite animal is a deer. Secondly, you just remind me of a deer.” He smiles at me, “thank you so much..” He kissed my cheek. I'm surprised because Chris doesn’t like PDA. In fact, he hates PDA. So a kiss was surprising for him to do. He says, “The little things matter.” he continues, “In fact I also have something here too!” He pulls out a bear plushie. “YOU’RE UNREAL!! A BEAR PLUSHIE. I’m gonna marry you. Gift giving is my Roman empire!.” I give him a big hug. “I love you so much holy shit!!”

After the mall adventures, we get home and plop on the couch. “Chris, I had way too much junk food today…” He turns to me, “me too.” I lay my head back. “I think we should start eating better..ugh.” He kisses the tips of my nose, then my upper lips. “Today was a long day, hm?” He fully turns around, my back is facing him. He grabs my shoulders and gently rubs them. “Hmm..yeah.” I responded. “You know how you’re always saying that you aren’t an affectionate person?” Chris shakes his head. “Well, I think that you are the most affectionate person I know. I appreciate that, Chris. You make me really happy.” He smiles. “I don’t know. There is just something about you that makes me feel all sappy and corny. I mean, I guess that's just what love makes you feel. The little things matter.”

A/N : YOU MADE IT TO THE END?? WOOP WOOP. Anyways, I always make fanfics at 1am. I think that's the time I'm in my feels. Anyways.. If you enjoy my writing, you should totally like flood my inbox with more fanfic ideas. Im cooking up a nick sturniolo x male!reader right now. So yk.... Also, if you wanna be on the taglist, just reply<3!! Glad y'all enjoyed.!!

Taglist : @mayhem-72

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[raythekiller]

I really wanna see (if u wanna write it) JTK, Toby, ej, masky and hoodie platonically with a new recruit that’s a child (around Sally’s age, maybe a bit younger, like around 8-9. sad backstory, blah blah blah) but instead of being like fanon Sally (sweet, joyous, innocent) they’re literally just a little shit. Like shenanigans, swearing, pranks and being immature? (Even though they all find the kid strangely endearing and funny) so basically the kid is just a COMPLETE troublemaker, but also have a kinda sweet and soft side like most kids.

🗒 ❛ Troublemaker Child Reader ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie

#Notes: this one was so funny to write lmaoo

pronouns used: they/them

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

I swear he tries to be nice at first. He'll look at them and go "Awe, hey there little g-" "You're ugly as shit." "..." Yeah, someone better get that kid away or they're getting stabbed. Legit just develops beef with the toddler so now they have kind of this rivalry going on. I'm talking full blown prank wars. Everybody is just looking at Jeff weird because you're a grown ass man? And they're a literal child? But the dispute doesn't slow down until one day the kid actually gets slightly hurt because of one of his pranks and starts crying, to which he'll genuinely feel bad and patch them up while apologizing. It's a cute bonding moment.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Thinks that the kid is funny as hell. Doesn't mind it when they sass him, he'll just laugh and pat their head, but loves it when they do it to others. Just the reaction of sheer horror on their face at this 8 year old cussing them out makes his day every single time it happens. Will absolutely help them prank others or just cause trouble in general - they're officially partners in crime now. One night, they come up to him and ask him to check for monsters under the bed, to which he just smiles and ruffles their hair, checking every corner of the room that a "monster" could be hiding in and even offers to read them a bed time story. It's super cute, he's a surprisingly good big brother figure.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

Total dad figure. Tries to "reform" the kid and teach them proper manners and to stop messing with others, which barely even works. Scolds them when they misbehave, but nothing too serious, more of a "I'm not mad, just disappointed" kind of talk. Will also apologize to the people they mess with, almost like he's the one legally responsible for the toddler (which he's not). There was one time where he caught them drawing something on the walls with crayons and was about to give them a talking to again, until he noticed it was a drawing of him. He had to stop for a second cause he genuinely didn't know if he should be mad or flattered, but ends up hugging them anyway.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Hates the little shit and asks Slenderman on a daily basis why he recruited them, to which he doesn't answer. Will just kind of drag the kid by the back of the collar whenever they're about to go cause some trouble, dragging them away. He's absolutely not happy about having to babysit, but he can't exactly go against the boss' orders. He doesn't warm up to them at all until they catch a cold someday and he's the one tasked to take care of them. Seeing them so vulnerable and weak made him genuinely feel bad, and he doesn't leave their side for a second until they're fully recovered, even sleeping by the side of their bed.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Another one who finds them funny as shit. Will at most tell them to be careful about not hurting themselves while pranking other people, no actual scolding ever coming from him. I already mentioned that he's good with kids, he's just got that cool uncle vibe to him. He already likes the kid, imagine the one day he walks into his room to see them wearing his clothes, trying to pick up his guitar which was about their size, all because they "Wanna be cool like uncle Brian!"? He might actually cry.

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✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 3~

His Info: 💰✨

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, readers alias is Solar, protected sex, dub con(reader doesn’t know it’s the same guy he knows it’s us.) P in V, rough sex, kidnapping a kid(in a not so serious way. ((still a serious thing irl) legit shoulda just called the cops, but this is for entertainment purposes XD LOL luv u, but plz don’t do this XD) explicit language

Song Rec: i like the way you kiss me - Artemas

Your arms lock around his hot, silver chain covered neck, he holds you back by the sides. His face turned so your kiss lands on his cheek, “Woah, someone’s eager,” He laughs nervously.

Your heart clenches in guilt, “Sh-shit sorry!” You step back instantly, “I thought that was why you really invited me back…” you smile apologetically.

“It’s all good, I just… Had a weird day,” He stretches up and messes with his dreaded hair. His shirt hem lifts with his arm~

You turn away momentarily, “Uhg! sorry! I still gotta cool off!” now it’s your turn with nervous laughter.

“I could get you some Ice” His laugh this time comes from his belly, it’s that same sound you practically fell in love with at the bar. He really makes you melt, and he’s not even doing anything!

"That might actually help" You spin back around to join in his smiles.

"Gods, you're so hot for little old me, that ice will actually help?" His voice is low and gravely right now.

You cover your heat filled face, "Okay! If you don't wanna fuck This second you better not tease me, Kai!"

"okay okay, hah, 'm sorry," he pats you on the head, looking down at you, "and it has nothing to do with you..." not even he's convinced. Its all to do with you... You're Solar... He's had issues with you interrupting his work for so long now—

Wait—

He's had so much pent up energy towards you, and now you're right here practically begging him to fuck you. As he looks you over, your arms are down holding your hands in each other, your legs press together, and shake with wanting.

"Actually Y/N... Get on the bed."

You almost *Yippeee!* at the development, none the wiser to the villain's newest plot. You jump on the bed, legs rubbing together and already panting.

He grabs a condom from his nightstand.

"Good." as he approaches he sheds clothing, chains tinkling and clinking as he does~ oh gods, your core is burning! "Roll over."

As you do he grabs your ankle and roughly pulls you to the edge of the bed, your body flies back in his grasp as if you weigh as much as a limp rope on the mattress.

He checks you, sliding his fingers between your folds and you're already so wet for him, but he still grabs lube and spreads it over the condom on the outside. He's not planning to be nice, but he isnt cruel.

"oh gods!" you feel the cold lube touch you first, eliciting intense shivers.

"Your pussy is so hot," He pushes in slowly, stretching you as he bottoms out.

"i-is it good?" you gasp with how full you feel. His hand finds your tummy and pushes in, creating so much pressure inside of you, you're already bursting when you cry out "Ah!~"

"So good~" He groans, he hasn't even moved and you're already cumming messily all over his cock. "you must've wanted me so bad, Y/N~"

"I do! I-I Really L-want your cock! Pl-lease!~" You gasp excitedly, your hips moving and shaking and pushing into his hips taking him as deep as you can.

"gods," his voice rumbles through you. His free hand caresses chills into your back as it hikes up your body to your neck, and back down before going back up. His touch is so soft, your shaking under it.

His hand finally stops tickling you and roaming when it finds your neck, he caresses you there just as softly, wrapping around your flesh until he's pulling you up into his chest by just your throat.

Your mouth is open, tiny, hushed little moans leaving freely.

He finally moves his length in you, pulling out agonizingly slow, and then~

*plop!*

He thrusts so hard into you, ripples flow over your flesh.

You swear you'd die if you were anywhere else, but here, right now.

*plop!* *plop!* *slap!* *plop!*

He's using your throat to control your body as he fucks you from underneath, all the muscles in his legs taught with the force he's using.

His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and yours does too as you continue to reach for the mattress, or his hard legs, or anything at all for purchase against his brutal pace but you can hardly reach any of it. He's too tall, so you're just being used as a ragdoll for his pleasure, and you're loosing your mind in the process.

You've lost track of how many times you've came, you were never counting to begin with, they've all been blending amazingly with the building pleasure coil that feels like it'll never snap! You keep wanting more, even thought you definitely are not going to be able you walk after this.

He finally throws you back down onto the mattress and you feel like you can catch your breath for a second until he's ramming into you harder than before using your own hips as a tool to hold you in place. Your whole body jostles with orgasmic waves of pleasure now as he continues fucking you into the mattress chasing his own imminent high. and when he cums, he cums buckets; filling the condom and spilling it out all over your quivering pussy and thighs.

You gasp starting to actually catch your breath with your messed up face pressed into the duvet, when he reaches over you into his nightstand for another condom.

~

He let you use his family shower, you both decided to take them separately, since he seems like he could keep going and you want nothing more than to keep being used by him…

But! You’re here for another reason, not just sex.

Although…

The sex is so~ nice.

*POP*

You feel something hard and hot grinding into your crotch, before you even open your eyes.

You teleported into his literal lap.

at least you don’t have to try and walk back.

“Wow, I was just thinking about you too,” he laughs and caresses up your sides.

You cover your face, “How did you know!?”

“That’s what I was gonna tell you; teleportation, it’s just like summoning. When you think hard enough about something, you just bring it to you, or you to it.”

“It’s that simple?”

“Well, the thing i was gonna actually help you with, was figuring out how you’re gonna start to control your thoughts. It’s -ah-” He sighs under your weight, “It’s different for every person.”

“What about some of the— Wait.” an idea strikes you like a lightning bolt! “What if i think about Sobek! He’s probably doing something pretty dastardly right now! I could just-”

“NO-!”

*POP*

Air rushes around you as you fall back into Kai’s lap.

“Ooof!” his legs close around you, oh shit!

“Sorry!! Oh my gods! are you okay!?”

“Just—my balls” He wheezes.

You climb off of him, legs squishing down into the mattress, rocking him around.

“Huh, why didn’t that work?” you think for a second about Sobek again. Reaaallly hard. His stupid hips, and tiny waist. He looks so hot.

*POP*

You land on top of Kai’s back this time as he’s still hunched over on the bed.

“STOP!” he coughs out in a higher pitched and cracking voice.

“Oh! sorry!! I don’t know why it’s not working!!”

“Maybe h-he’s got like a-shield o-or something…” he had to think fast, and that’s what he came up with.

You think about it for a second, “Yeah you’re probably right. Sorry about falling on you… Do you need some—”

“Get back on the bed.”

A little later~

You decided you’d get more done at central park. In public. since you can’t stop fucking eachother long enough to actually get any thing done.

When you get into your rental car you don’t even notice that keys are already in the ignition.

You definitely didn’t notice—

“Mama? H-hey you’re no my mama!” The cute squeaky voice of a child rings out from the backseat.

“Kai…”

“Y/N…”

You say in unison before slowly turning to look at the less than five year old.

You slowly look back eachother.

And then back at the kid. And then foreword. “Kai… We just kidnapped someone’s kid.” You keep your words quiet.

“What do you mean We!?” He whisper-yells back “It’s your rental we got mixed up!!”

“oooo, if my mama finds out you’re both in trouble…”the kid adds.

“Where-Where abouts is your mommy?” You ask… Hoping the kid knows a street maybe.

“Cony island!!!”

“Okay kid, we definitely did not pick you up at—” You start.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” The kid screeches.

“Okay!!! okay! Cony Island! jeeze.” Kai covers his ears, and yells back at the child.

“No! why would we take the kid to—”

“If you take me to Cony Island, I’ll tell my mama dis was allllll a misstake.” they’re blackmailing you now. a child.

You drive, weaving down busy streets through skyscrapers until you make it to the East coastline, the ferris wheel noticeable from where you are already.

The kid bounces in the backseat with excitement. It’s really quite cute actually. They are just so innocent and tiny. Even though they’re BLACKMAILING YOU. Oh well. What’s the harm in some carnival time?

You and Kai each take a hand of the child, leading them to the bridge, careful not to let them wander even the slightest bit away from you both.

You’re smiling at all the lively and noisy people around you, while Kai is a little too focused on only you. He doesn’t notice a tent pole he walks straight into it, or a couple of people that he shoulder checks.

The way your smile is lighting up the open air, and your swinging your hand with a smiling happy kid that isn’t even yours.

Now he’s shy.

He was so angry earlier, and now he just can’t believe that your the same person that’s always getting in his way.

You take the kid on the tea cups while Kai watches, he isn’t much into spinning rides, he says.

He grabs some cotton candy and an elephant ear; his favorite sweet. The cinnamon sugar over an airy, crusty deliciously fried thin bit of bread! MM!!

he’s enjoying himself when you and the kid sway over to him while giggling, neither of you can walk straight after how fast you had been spinning the little cup.

He can’t help but laugh along with you. The kid reaches up for Kai, as if to say “up!”

He gives the kid the rest of his sweets and their little chubby face lights up! It’s just darling! Then he picks the little one up, and holds him against his side. The kid is spilling cinnamon sugar and sticky sweetness all over Kai’s nice black jacket, but he doesn’t care. It’s a beautiful day and he gets to spend it with you…

He can’t help but be infected by your joy in such a weird circumstance.

“Seconds stweet” they say as you walk to a game booth that had the kid’s eyes glued to a stuffed toy.

“Yes! Thank you!! we’ll win you this prize and take you home, sound good kid?” You ask them.

“Yus! Thank you for today!” They say with big cute bright eyes. “mm gettin sweepy” They’re little head drapes over Kai’s shoulder. Both of your hearts thump! it’s just too cute!

You throw a couple darts, hitting and popping every balloon. The man hands you a giant teddy bear, and you carry it and the now sleeping child back to the car.

When you make it back you explain to the worried parents that prove it’s their child by the car documents and their ID’s matching. You may have kidnapped the kid, but you didn’t want to give them to the wrong people!

The parents seem less mad and more just thankful their child is safe and happily napping in their car seat.

They tell you to leave, understandably. You both nod and go to your actual rental. Where you have to pull your keys out of your pocket this time to drive away.

You both sigh out shaky laughs.

“We should have probably just called the cops.” You tell each other and laugh more.

You end up back at Cony Island…

Your hands entwined as you just enjoy each other’s company this time… You didn’t really plan this. But you’re both happy in this moment.

The salty air of the dirty beaches nearby, and the beautiful blue sky with just a couple of fluffy little clouds above, has you both smiling peacefully.

You lead him to the ferris wheel as the sun is setting turning the sky hot orange.

you’re holding each others hand, not saying a thing when Kai looks to you, “Be my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“You don’t know me that well though….” You look down, thinking about possibly being a disappointment if he were to find out more about you.

“I want to.” He says, picking up your face to lock eyes with yours. “I want to get to know you. And I want to be exclusive while I do.”

“Woah.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, “I want to know you too, Kai.”

He kisses you, seriously kisses you. Nothing but lips this time, nothing even sexual about it. It’s as if you’re signing a binding contract. The ferris wheel pod rocks as the wheel stops turning. It’s your turn at the top now. But neither of you look out at the world below, you’re too enthralled by each other to even notice.

You breathe in each others’ scent as you pull away. he’s always smelling like sweets. It makes you feel dizzy and giddy.

His hand ghosts down your arm, and goosebumps rise in his wake. The tickle of his featherlight fingers over your flesh, has you gasping. He keeps doing it as your head leans into his shoulder, and your hand hold his free one. The sky darkens in the time it takes you to go around the wheel two more times, until you both are satisfied and tired enough to head back.

He drives you back to your place, and carries your sleepy form inside…

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 02

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl

Leff had asked Y/n to take Mike under her wing for a few drop offs knowing that if anyone could keep him in line, it would be her. When they pulled up, Sicky and Y/n were standing in the parking lot smoking a cigarette and chatting. Mike realizes he's never seen Sicky talk to anyone with a smile on his face.

"Here he is. Still in that same Halloween costume. Tell me Mikey, are you going to ever switch it up or is homo cowboy the only getup you've got?" Sicky laughed.

"Ha-ha, blow me." Mike responded leaning against the wall.

"That's more Y/n's speed." Sicky nudged her arm and she laughed.

"She's more than welcome to accept that invitation." Mike cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Yeah right. You couldn't handle me sweetheart." She chuckled at him.

"I mean if you're scared, say you're scared." Mike teased making Leff scoff.

"Stop flirting with her." Leff scolded.

"Uh oh, daddy's mad. Better behave cowboy or I'll have to tie you up." Y/n walked past Mike and flicked the top of his hat as she followed Leff into the garage. Mike watched her ass as she went inside and Sicky let out a snort.

"Oh no no no little buddy. She's way out of your league. Don't embarrass yourself kid." Sicky couldn't believe Mike was checking Y/n out.

"How is she out of my league? She works for Leff. It's safe to say she's on the same level as I am." Mike argued.

"Oh boyo, if only you knew. Y/n doesn't just work for Leff. He went out of his way to acquire her to be a part of this team. Leff would cut your balls off and hand them to you." Sicky explained.

"So they are fucking...he acted like they weren't a thing." Sicky shook his head at Mike's assumption.

"No no no, you're not hearing me. He is very protective of her. She might as well his kin. He's not going to let you fuck around with someone he took a bullet for." Mike's eyebrows went up.

"He took a bullet for Y/n? Why? When? By who?" He started questioning and Sicky waved his hands.

"Keep it down Nancy Drew!" Sicky scolded. Mike leaned against Sicky's car trying to pull whatever information out of him as he could.

"Let's just say in this game, everything has a price, sometimes even people. Y/n was caught up in a pretty shit organization but she was doing Leff a solid by keeping an eye out for your moms." Sicky explained.

Y/n walked out of the garage and looked between the two suspiciously.

"You're with me cowboy. Sic, Leff wants you with him on a meet today." She patted Mike on his chest and he smiled at her.

"Be easy with that one Y/n. Boyo still has training wheels on him." Sicky teased putting his cigarette out. Mike gave him the finger before he was left with just her standing next to the car.

"You're going to behave, aren't you?" Y/n looked him over.

"Well what kind of punishment do I get if I don't?" He cocked his eyebrow stepping into her space.

"Typically a bullet in the ass and from what I've seen-" She grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed.

"You've got an awfully nice ass to be pulling bullets out of." She smirked. Mike bit his lip at the feeling of her hands gripping his ass.

"Seriously, keep your head down and we'll be just fine. Good boys get prizes too." She teased as she slipped into the driver's seat of the car. Mike quickly adjusted himself before getting into the passenger seat.

"So...how long have you worked for Leff?" Mike asked casually making her chuckle.

"You spent 10 minutes with Sicky outside and that's your first question?" She asked playfully. Mike rolled his eyes.

"I was trying to be subtle." Mike kept his eyes on her as she drove.

"Oh baby, nothing about any of this is subtle." She reached over and tugged on the collar of his leather jacket.

"I've got to ask, is this like a legit taste in fashion for you or are you trying to create a name for yourself in the game?" She asked seeming genuine.

"I just happen to like it. Plus the hat keeps my hair from being all over the place." Mike explained seeing her nod her head.

"I mean if I'm being honest, the leather looks sexy on you and the hat isn't awful. Who doesn't want to think about riding dick when they see a guy in the middle of the day at a bank." Y/n made wild gestures with her free hand and Mike laughed.

"So you're admitting that you thought about it when you first saw me?" Mike asked.

"I mean my first thought was what crazy metrosexual just jumped into Leff's backseat and will I have to hide his body." Mike found himself laughing more in the last 5 minutes with Y/n than he has since moving to New York.

"We can talk about first impressions and braid each other's hair another time. Right now, I want to show you how things are done so everyone gets paid and no one loses an eye." Y/n pulled up to a location and parked the car.

"As much as I know you'll want to, keep your eyes alert and off my ass...you get a 2.5 second window to get a glance but that's it." She got out of the car and Mike took a few seconds to steal glances before getting out. He shut the door and she stood next to him.

"Eyes on the prize, Billy the Kid." She teased.

"I thought you said I only get 2.5 seconds?" Mike commented throwing his hands out. Y/n rolled her eyes and started for the front door of the establishment.

Mike had a soft spot for her and he knew it was only going to get so much worse.

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ The kid in Ramshackle Dorm

Gender neutral, platonic

- order 60 | Headcanon | Scarabia

Jamil is thinking into just why a child is attending this school. He thought you were just talented but definitely not. You can’t even use magic.

Of course, Kalim doesn’t think into it that much. He doesn’t treat you much different to anybody else.

Grim is wearing of them but you seem to naturally gravitate towards the Scarabia housewarden + it’s Vice.

He follows you anywhere! In Night Raven, even the kindest housewarden with the yummiest food might be danger.

Kalim Al Asim

But Kalim is just the most welcoming, kindest person at this school. He is the oldest brother of many many siblings so he’s gonna treat you like one.

He’s like the ideal older brother

— He gives you little head pats whenever you do something good.

— He gives you piggyback rides

— He shares his food with you

— He spoils you

— He’s very patient and doesn’t mind if you can’t get something down immediately.

Okay I’m getting carried away but HES SO KIND. He might actually forget you’re not blood related but it’s not like it mattered to begin with.

Probably brings you to the Scalding Sands just to show you around where he grew up. But apparently it’s a bit overwhelming because you have never seen a legit palace before. You were also melting into the floor.

If you give him any little homemade gifts, he might accidentally insult it but he’s treasuring it forever. He puts it in his room and looks at it once and while and just smiles.

Jamil Viper

He’s neutral on you. Jamil doesn’t hate you honestly. He can somewhat enjoy your presence. He’s come to find your taste in good since he’s cooking for you a lot now.

Per Kalim’s request, he sometimes packs you lunches, even if Trey already made something for you. You probably have like 60 containers that came from Scarabia because you’re always taking leftovers with you.

If you hug him, he just freezes and stares at you. He’s not mad but just confused and wants you to stop since other people start laughing.

He doesn’t want to be mean but sometimes he’s just annoyed so he’s like “Can you please get out of my way?” Much appreciated if you do.

He’s probably not the best with kids. He’s very honest and blunt and he can’t really bring himself to be brutally honest with a kid. So he’s not very sure what to do.

Jamil could probably tutor you though! You join Kalim for studying. Kalim has some basic knowledge but then there’s some random stuff he doesn’t remember doing. So when you do homework, you have some questions unanswered.

Kalim directs you to Jamil and he helps you. You’re pretty mature. You appear to have less energy than Kalim but you can still be exhausting.

He thinks of Najma when he sees you. Just a little bit.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: All of you just shut the hell up. Just kidding. But seriously, I read something earlier and it shattered my heart. So I had to give this man a baby. I kinda sorta pulled the names of his offspring on purpose. Tilly means "mighty in battle." And Jules means "youthful." I know not every one of you will love the names. But that's the thing about baby names, in'it? Not everyone will love what you choose. Anyway, this legit almost made my chest swell with hot breath and come out as tears. I don't know why. But there's something so sexy about a man who actually sticks around for his girl and his demon spawn (AKA Babies). And there's NOTHING about Reiner that's not sexy.

C/W ::: Talk of hospitals/delivering a baby (so sexy, right??), Reiner x y/n flirt a bit and have sex, nothing special. But I'm putting a little warning up anyway.

Tilly, Tilly, Braun

If you know what I'm referencing, you're so fucking cool!

"Another one? Holy shit, sweetheart." Reiner asked as he held your hand while you try to get comfortable in the hospital bed.

"Yes. ANOTHER ONE." You hiss at him. "Fffooo, fuck fuck fuck. Why did I ever let you talk me into THIS? You're such a bastard. You know that? A real first class bastard."

"Babe, please." He lowers his voice and leans in to talk into your ear.

"Stay. Away. From. Me. I may bite you." He was looking for any trace of humor on your face or in your eyes, but there was none to be found.

"S'just ... well, heh, honey, the nurses are looking at me like I really am a bastard. I don't, I don't like it." Reiner genuinely looked saddened by this.

"YOU THINK I GIVE A RATS ASS RIGHT NOW what THE STAFF THINK OF YOU? HMM! Read the room, Rei."

He pulled his hand from yours and started to stand.

"W-where are you going? Are you leaving?" You started to cry. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so fucking sorry. BUT THIS HURTSSS. Sooo fuckin' bad. I have never loved you more and never hated you more. I want to kiss you and beat the shit out of you. Y'know? Y'KNOW???"

Reiner stood there, wide-eyed. In shock, really. He was getting turned on by how you were talking to him but he was also terrified that he'd blink incorrectly or take too long of a breath and you would beat the shit out of him.

The nurse came over to you and said it was time to check your cervix again. You groaned. "Can't you do an ultrasound or something? You're literally going against nature here, trying to put your fingers inside of me to check that, while a baby is trying to come out? Fucking take an x-ray like a normal person."

Reiner apologized to them on your behalf. "She's a little um, tir-, stress-," he sighed. "She's going to divorce me when this is over. I just know it."

The nurse laughed. "I've seen it all and I've heard it all. Chances are, Mr. Braun, if she let you put a baby inside of her, she'll stick it out."

He looked hopeful for a moment. "Really? You think so?"

"I'm RIGHT here, people. I'm right ... here."

"Ok," the nurse said, sounding hopeful. "You're almost 10cm. How do you feel?"

You pursed your lips together and lowered your chin to your chest. "Angry. I feel anger."

"Do you feel like you could start pushing? You opted to follow your birthing plan and that was to have a natural delivery. It's too late to go back now, Mrs. Braun. So, can you? Push?"

"H-can I push. I don't know. Let me check with my magic 8 ball. Hold plea-oww!! SHIT, REINER! Ow, ow, ow ow ow. Fffffuck, baby, it hurts so bad. Oh my fucking god."

"I think that's your cue to start pushin', mama." Reiner said as he patted your forehead with a wet and cold washcloth. "Tell me what to do." He left a long kiss on your left hand. "Where do you want me?" His gaze dropped to the floor as he mumbled more to himself than anyone else, "Besides hell."

"Rei, Rei, please get behind me and hold me. I want to lean up against you when I'm pushing."

He looked at the nurse and had the biggest, dumbest smile on his face. So happy that you're actually admitting that you need him. Dare he think, you want him there.

He and the nurse rearranged the pillows behind you and lowered the head of the bed so he could sit comfortably and you could lean back against his stable chest.

You had to laugh, remembering the night you got pregnant.

His chest was what got you into this whole mess in the first place.

*****

"What'cha feel like doing tonight, babe?" Reiner asked.

You walked over to him wearing one of his t-shirts and a cute pair of panties. Nothing special. But that was his favorite thing to see you running around in. So simple and so sexy. Tracing your fingertips over his muscles that stuck out from behind the shirt he was wearing, you dug your fingers into the waistband on his jeans and dragged him to the kitchen counter. He helped you hop up there and he pushed his way between your thighs. Burying his face in your neck and taking a deep breath he asked, "So, you wanna watch TV, then?"

You slapped him on his huge bicep. Which led to you wrapping your fingers around what you could before you ran out of length. "Jesus, Rei. You're so ... mmhm." He bent down to kiss you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom. Bumping into the walls the whole way because he could only tell where he was by the end of the runner laid out on the floor indicating your room was immediately to the left.

He laid you down on the bed.

You scooted back to give him some space at the foot of it.

"What'cha in the mood to watch tonight, hm? You wanna watchhh ... this?" He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down so you were flat on your back and he started kissing your knees. Never mind that you were more ticklish there than anywhere else on your body. Never mind the last time that he did this you kneed him in the face because it was, literally, a knee-jerk reaction to his touch.

Throwing your arms to rest above your head, you smiled. "Nah, I wanna watch something a little more exciting." You pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

Reiner raised his brow. "Ohh," he rubbed his hands together quickly. "I fuckin' love this show. Yes ... I ... Do."

"It's my favorite thing to watch right now." You laughed as he crawled his way up the bed and rested his hips between your thighs. You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He leaned down to kiss you, slowly and deeply, and you moved your head to the side so he could kiss your neck. "It's one of those shows that just ... keeps getting better and better and better. I can't wait to see where it goes."

He pushed his jeans off and kicked them to the floor. "I agree, babe. I fuckin' love it too. It's got me hooked." He was looking at your lips. Your smile. Your eyes. "You know what show I'm talking about, right?"

"I think we're both watching the same thing. It's so addictive." You said as you pulled him closer. "It's like the next big thing that everyone's gonna be talking about for months and years."

He was hovering over you now. His cock pressing into you. So close to being inside.

"I wanna see it all. The whole thing. Every episode. Every season. It's so good." He moaned as he entered you, slowly and gently.

You gripped his shoulders and nodded. "I do too, baby. I want to know everything." You arched your back as he started to thrust into you. "Oh god, Reiner, it's so good."

"So fuckin' good, honey. This is my favorite part of the show. When we fuck. God, you're so hot." He kissed you and ran his tongue over your bottom lip. "Can I tell you a secret?"

You nodded your head and looked into his eyes. "What's that, baby?"

He groaned and pushed himself deeper into you. "This is the show I've been looking forward to most. The one I've wanted to start for a while now."

You laughed and held his face in your hands, pulling him in to kiss him again. "Me too, baby. Me too."

"I can't wait to see what happens next."

*****

"Ok, push, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8. And breathe. One more, Mrs. Braun, just one more and you'll have your baby." The nurses cheered you on.

You looked back and up at your husband. He's never looked so sure of anything else in his life. He knew he wanted to marry you. And you can see in his eyes now that he's sure he is ready for this baby. Which is more than you could say for yourself. But it was a little too late to go back now.

"Hnnnghhhh-ahhhhhh!!! FUCK!!!" That was it. That was the last one. Your baby was born. Your husband got up and ran around to kiss you on the lips before he even saw your newborn child.

"I ..." he had tears streaming down his cheeks. "Oh, honey, I -" You kissed him back and waved at him to go see what the baby was.

You'd both agreed on names; Tilly Braun for a girl and Jules Braun for a boy. You were so damned tired you didn't know what you wanted at this point.

"Oh! Hoh my god, babe! Baby! It's a girl! Say hello to Tilly. Tils, this is your mama. She's the most beautiful girl in the world. Next to you, of course."

[writethesleepaway]

Angel

Summary: based off of this request!

"hiya! i saw in your bio that you have open requests, so i just wanted to request something with eddie:

reader (gender neutral) is in a relationship with eddie, and both of them are repeating their senior year again. eddie already had a shitty day because of his maths lesson (he failed a test), and during lunch jason is going overboard with being a dick to eddie, so eddie just lashes out on him and nearly starts a fight, but reader calms eddie down and promises that they'll buy him his favourite sweets to make his day better :>"

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

WC: 1621

Warnings: fluffy eddie

A/N: omgomgomgomgomg u guys i got my first request and then i felt bad cos i was sick but then i miraculously felt better? legit lost all of my symptoms except for a sore throat so i hope my brain worked long enough for this piece to come out nice! <3

(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Bright red and angry, the '32%' on the page in front of him felt like a slap to the face. Eddie knew he had studied, he knew you had forced him to study, he just wasn't sure where he went wrong. Maybe it was because halfway through the test he got distracted after hearing kids roam the halls outside his classroom, or he heard a PA announcement asking for a student to go to the principal's office. Whatever the reason was, he wasn't happy with his score, especially after having a relatively successful week in terms of school work. He dragged his palm over his face as he quietly groand, frustrated and already dreading breaking the news to you. He knew you wouldn't be upset, but he didn't want to see your face drop, especially after having taken your own time to help him prepare.

To make matters worse, he had already been late to school, for reasons completely out of his own hands, resulting in a 10 minute lecture from the secretary, scolding him for his tardiness. Nothing could get him out of the situation as she sat him down in front of the principal, which surprised him; he expected the principal to say something.

The sound of the bell shook him out of his thoughts as he walked out of class in hopes of cheering up after seeing you, ignoring the teacher calling out his name. He peeked through the window on the door of your class, smiling as he saw you taking notes. You were more determined than he was to finally graduate, something he really liked about you. Glancing at his watch, he realized your teacher was late and looked back up to see you holding your notebook up.

teach is slow, we'll be out in 10, meet me @ cafeteria & save me a seat, love you <3

Nodding as he read your book, he felt a blush creep up to his face, momentarily distracting him from the stress of the morning. Gareth noticed Eddie waiting outside and pat him on the back, dragging him along to the cafeteria.

"Look who's graced us with his presence! It's the freak! The fool!" Jason yelled across the room as Eddie entered the cafeteria behind Gareth. Eddie shot him a look of warning as he walked to a table, making sure to leave a seat for you on the edge. Jason sauntered over, putting his foot up on the bench and leaning into the table.

"Y'know, one day I'm gonna have you burned at the stake, like the Satanist you are."

"Not today Carver, not in the mood to entertain you."

"Entertain me? I'm warning you, you sick fuck, you won't be around for much longer."

"Yeah and neither will your mother once I've had my way with her."

Gareth and Jeff snickered at Eddie's joke as they watched him poke the food, which really looked like some unidentifiable mush, around on his plate.

"What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me, jesus you're so dramatic, one would think you're the freak show."

"The hell is your problem Munson? Why are you so quiet now? What happened to the big act?"

"Jason I'm telling you what's for your own good, fuck off."

"Excuse me? As if you know what's good for me, you worship the devil! Where's all the flames, all the hellfire? What happened to big bad Eddie who'd stand up for himself?"

"He's tired from spending time with your mom."

"Keep my mom out of this you bastard! I swear to god I'm going to hunt you down and when I find you, I'll take you out so far into the woods, where nobody will hear your screams, but I won't kill you, not just yet. I'll take that lame excuse of a dad you have, what's his name, Wade? Bring him out and burn him at the stake too. And that's not all, I'll take that angel of yours, the one you definitely don't deserve, Y/N-"

Jason's speech was interupted as Eddie shot up from his seat and slammed him into the nearest collumn.

"I'm only going to tell you this once Carver, so open your fucking ears and listen. I swear to everything good on this earth, if you ever so mention Y/N again, I don't care if it's in a good or bad context, I will break you. I will break every single bone in your body, I will cut you into 6 inch chunks and feed you to the fucking bears, are we clear?"

"Oh okay, I get it, big threats coming from the freak huh?"

Eddie slammed Jason's head backward and grabbed his hair to do it again when Jeff pulled him away and one of Jason's friends ushered him to the nurse to get some ice.

"Let go of me Jeff I need to do this!"

"Man, you need to calm down, you can't just act like that, you gotta graduate this year!"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down he threatened-"

"Eddie! Come on, let's go." you whispered as you replaced Jeff and grabbed his hand.

"Y/N?"

"It's okay, you're okay. Come on, we're skipping for the rest of day."

"Wait what, we can't, we're supposed to finally finish senior year!"

"I checked our attendance, we have about 3 more excusable leaves left before it goes on our permanent record. Let's go, you need to calm down."

Eddie stammered as he ran his hands over your arms and shoulders trying to ground himself to you. He knew that realistically Jason wouldn't do anything to hurt you but after the stressful morning he had he was too out of it to think rationally. You noticed the signs of distress and pulled him into your arms, running your hands into his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"I'm safe, look, I'm okay. And so are you, I won't let anything happen to you. Come on, let's get out of here." you muttered as you grabbed his hand and started walking out of the cafeteria, Eddie following along like a sad puppy.

"Where are we going?" Eddie inquired as he climbed into your car, confused as to why you were driving, and not him.

"Don't worry about it, just relax and let me drive. Now, wanna tell me what's up?" you asked as you put on your seat belt.

"What's up? Nothing is up, why, what's up with you?"

"Eds, I can tell when something is up with you, now what's wrong?"

"Sweetheart, I'm fine, I promise."

"Don't lie to me Munson, I know you like the back of my hand. Now speak."

"Ugh baby I had a horrible morning." Eddie explained as he held his head in his hands.

"Ms. Lorraine gave me some lecture, instead of the principal, don't know what that was about, and then I..." Eddie stopped himself, worried at what your reaction would be.

"You what?"

"I failed."

"You failed? You failed what?"

"I failed my math test. Got a 32%."

He couldn't help but watch your face closely, trying to see any change in expression. He braced himself for some sort of scolding or some sigh, but felt confused when he saw you smile.

"It's okay Eds, I know you tried hard, at least we know you know the content. Just gotta work on focusing now, don't worry about it love."

"You sure? You're not upset?"

"Why would I be upset about that?"

"Well, you spend so much time helping me, even to the point where you don't help yourself, even though I tell you to! I thought you'd be mad, or disappointed at least, for wasting your time."

"Eddie, listen to me, any time I spend you is time spent well, I am never wasting my time with you. I don't care what we're doing or where we are, I just care about doing it with you. So no, I'm not mad or disappointed, I'm proud of you for trying, and I know we can figure things out for you to do better next time."

Eddie couldn't help but smile as he looked at you so fondly. How you were so caring and so helpful yet understanding at the same time boggled his mind. He was convinced you were some blessing sent from the gods.

"I love you so much, Y/N, you're my angel you know that?"

"Oh please where's this coming from?"

"I'm serious! Dunno what I'd do without you sweetheart. Which is why I almost knocked Carver's head off. He said he'd hurt you or something like that."

"Eddie, I am never leaving you, and it will take a whole lot more than Jason freaking Carver to get me away from you. You're stuck with me forever!"

"And I am a-okay with that, you're the best thing in my life!"

"You're such a sap!"

"Yeah but, only for you." Eddie whispered as he took one of your hands and pressed kisses into your knuckles.

"Wait so, where are we going?"

"We're gonna go to Melvald's, grab some sour patch kids, and then go to the park and watch kids fall down and cry."

"You had me at sour patch kids. You sure know how to heal a guy, Y/N."

"I don't think watching kids fall down is necessarily healing, more of a way to make you smile..."

"We don't have to go anywhere, your face is enough to make me smile."

"Oh my god Eds you're being a sap again!"

The two of you laughed as you sped down the road, feeling the fall breeze in your hair and forgetting about the events of the school day.

[vodika-vibes]

Midday Blooms - Dandelions

So, while I was considering what to do with this, I realized that I could do a series of snippets, based in this AU, with various different ships. So this is the start of Rex x OC. tagging: @starrrgazingbunny

Dandelions

Coruscant, Lower Level

Abandoned Czerka Warehouse

“Someday, Rune,” Grandmother Angel whispered in a hoarse voice, “Someday the people will return from the Station, and Coruscant will flourish. Like it did in the past!”

“So you keep saying, grandma, but they abandoned Coruscant when you were still a little girl,” Rune pointed out, as she carefully poured her grandmother a cup of hot water, and flavored it with some dandelion petals. “It seems to me that they’re never really going to come back.”

Her grandmother places a gentle hand on her head, “They still fight, Rune. You’ve seen the men.”

Right. The men.

Large men in protective armor fighting the Sith Aberrations that call Coruscant home. Large men who trampled gardens and flower beds like it was their right. How many pounds of food had been destroyed because the Soldiers from the space station decided that their gardens were a threat.

“If they really wanted to help, Grandmother, you would think that they’d stop destroying our food.”

Grandmother reached down and took Rune’s hand, “I can understand why they do, darling. They’re trying to starve out the Sith.”

“But it’s not the sith they’re starving, grandmother.” Rune pointed.

“They’re not starving us either. Not anymore.”

Rune made a face, she supposed that her grandmother had a point. Since they moved to the lower levels, and started hiding their gardens indoors, the Soldiers from Space haven’t been able to destroy their gardens.

“Now, enough of this sulking, darling.” Grandmother flashed a bright smile, and she lightly patted Rune’s cheek, “You said last night that you and Habit were going to see if you can salvage anything from the old tanks?”

“Yeah,” Rune pulled away and used an old cloth to pull her hair into a messy tail, “he thinks we might be able to make our own water filter. I saw the schematics he found, and it seems legit. Legit enough that I’m willing to try.”

Rune couldn’t overstate how much of a boon having a working water filter would be for the people living in the lower levels, and the much larger population that had been forced to relocate to the Works. It meant no more fighting Sith spawn for water. It meant less infections. 

Grandmother frowned, “Just be careful, dear. The newest deployment from the Space Station landed last week, and the fighting is still going strong.”

“I know, Grandmother.” Rune smiled at her, “I’ll be okay.” She grabbed her pistols, weapons that had been ancient twenty years ago and could now be considered antiques, and strapped them to her legs. “Atom and Bliss will take care of you until I get back,” She said, mentioning her younger siblings.

“Oh, lovely.”

Rune smiled and slipped out from under the cloth that separated her home from the rest of the “homes” in the Old Czerka building. There were over 200 families living there.

And in the Works, there were, at least, another 1000 families. Though Rune was fairly sure that there were more. It wasn’t like anyone bothered to count the people who were left behind.

“There you are!” Rune glanced around for a moment, and then she smiled when she saw her friend hurrying over to her.

Habit was a twi'lek, with dark blue skin, and was covered in black tattoos. He claimed that the more Sith like he looked, the less likely the Sith Monsters would look at him.

Rune privately thought that he just wanted to get under his mother’s skin. “Am I late?” She asked, her gaze flicking up to the chrono in the center of the warehouse.

“Nah, I was super early.” Habit admitted, “Mother didn’t want to let me do this. She said I should stay home and watch over the younger kids. I had Rider do it instead.”

Rune squinted, Rider, she knew, had a nasty spice addiction and wasn’t actually allowed near her younger siblings. “By herself?” She asked.

“No. I told Griffon to help her.” Habit grinned, “I’m not that irresponsible, Ru. Come on.”

He absolutely was.

Still, Rune rolled her eyes dramatically, “Fine. Fine. Are we taking the lift to the old Senate Quarter?”

Habit was already shaking his head, “You haven’t heard? The Senate Quarter is overrun by aberrations right now. They’ll clear up in the couple of days, but we’ll be safer taking the lift from the Works to the Old Justicar sector.”

Rune hummed thoughtfully, mentally running through the map of the Works in her mind, and then she frowned, “I thought the fighting in the Justicar restarted last month.”

“They’ve moved to the old Duros sectors,” Habit reminded, before he glanced at a map under the chrono, “Oh, wait…the fighting has moved to the Nikto sector now.”

“If we stick to the Works, we can bypass the Justicar, Duros, and Nikto sectors,” Rune pointed out thoughtfully, “See, some of the old tunnels lead right to where the red-light sector used to be.”

Habit sucked his teeth for a moment, “Risky. The further away from the population center we get, the more likely we are to run into droids…or sith monsters. But…” He glanced at the map as well, “There haven’t been any reported sightings…”

“And it goes right through the gardens.” Rune said cheerfully.

Habit scoffed, “You just want to collect Dandelions.”

Rune stuck her tongue out at him, but didn’t bother to try and refute him. 

He stared at the map for a moment, and then he sighed deeply, “Fine! You win! We’ll go and collect your dandelions as well as the parts we need!”

“Yes!”

Habit shook his head with a fond laugh, “You and your flowers. Come on, before it gets dark.”

**********

Captain Rex of the 501st had a list of a great many things that he liked. 

Spending an excessive amount of time on Coruscant was not one of those things. Still, it was only three months, so he would tolerate it.

But he was going to bitch about it in the privacy of his own mind at the same time.

He eyed the sky, and made a face, though it was hidden behind his helmet. Coruscant was such a dreary planet. Why the people on the Station wanted to come back here was beyond him.

“Alright there, Captain?” High General Obi-Wan Kenobi asked as he walked over, with Commander Cody on his heels. 

“Yes sir, just wondering if it’s going to rain.” Rex replied, turning his attention away from the miserable planet and onto the task at hand.

“Probably,” General Kenobi said with a sigh as he glanced at the sky as well, “The Climate Controls are either under sith control, or have been completely destroyed at this point.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame, really.”

“Sir, Captain Rex’s mission?” Commander Cody prodded, getting them back on track before they could get anymore distracted. 

“Oh, yes.” General Kenobi smiled, he looked tired, but then they were hunting General Sky-...Darth Vader. “You and a squad of men are going to enter through the old Red Light District, and try to get to the Senate that way.”

Rex frowned, “We can’t go any other way?”

“There are some sort of Sith creatures blocking the way to the old Senate,” Cody informed, “We feel that this route is safer.”

“Alright. I’ll bring Jesse, Fives, and Echo.” Anymore and he ran the risk of attracting unwanted attention. Obviously Cody agreed, since he nodded once Rex gave him the names.

“I’ll let them know.” General Kenobi said, turning to walk away, before he paused, “Ah…one last thing. If you run into any Sith, you do not have permission to engage, do you understand Captain?”

“Yes sir.”

Obi-Wan nodded one more time, and walked away. Cody clasped Rex by the shoulder, and then walked after his General. They, no doubt, had a much harder job than he did.

He didn’t envy them in the slightest. 

Rex released a quiet exhale, and then turned back to his gear. He better make sure that he’s prepared for anything that might happen.

An hour later, he drops down the opening that leads to the Red Light Sector, Jesse, Fives, and Echo on his heels. 

Like every other sector of Coruscant, the Red Light sector was abandoned, though there was evidence that there had been vod’e there recently. Discarded weapons, broken pieces of armor, a whole tank that had been too damaged to try and salvage.

But there were other signs too.

Small footprints in dirt, small in the sense that they probably belonged to a woman, or a teenage boy. A broken necklace, well cared for and clean. A jacket, well worn, but recently torn to shreds. 

Fives picked up the jacket, and held it on one finger, “There aren’t any people living on Coruscant, right?”

“Intel says that the only people still living on Coruscant are Sith.” Rex confirmed, as he eyed the jacket. “Be on guard, we might not be alone.”

“Copy that,” The four men slid into formation, and started moving a lot slower. No need to run the risk of injury, after all.

They continued their slow procession forward, and they were almost out of the Red Light District when there was a clatter.

The four men whipped around and aimed their rifles in the direction the noise came from.

“Come on out, we know you’re there!” Rex called.

There was silence for a long moment, and Rex was about to send Fives and Jesse forward, when there was a curse. “Okay! Okay. I’m coming out. Just. Don’t shoot me.”

A door cracked open, and then pushed open with a little more force, and a young woman poked her head out.

She was young, early twenties at her latest, with dark hair held out of her eyes with a cloth that had probably been white at one point. Her clothes were much the same, clean, but looked old and well worn.

“I thought people didn’t live on Coruscant,” Jesse asked, though he kept his rifle directed at the young woman.

“So did I,” Rex answered.

They watched as the young woman wiggled out of the building, and allowed the door to quietly shut behind her. She looked anxious, but her gaze seemed to dart to the ceiling, and to the dark spaces around them, as if searching for something.

“Who are you? How did you get to Coruscant?” Echo asked, after getting a nod from Rex.

She looked offended, “How did I-? I was born here!”

That-

Rex lowered his rifle, and he really looked at her. She was clearly not a Sith, hell she had a bunch of dandelions poking out of her pants pockets. “No one lives on Coruscant.” He said, but now he wasn’t so sure.

She lifted her chin, “Yeah? The Stationers tell you that?”

Rex’s heart sank into his stomach, “People were left behind.” It wasn’t a question, though maybe it should have been.

“Oh yeah. Lots of us.” Her lips curled, “We didn’t run.”

Rex’s mind ran through the prior years of the war. Of food stockpiles getting burned, and he sighed softly, and reached up to pull off his helmet, “We burned your food.”

She stared at him, oddly, like she hadn’t expected him to look like him. Rex was kind of worried about what the people on Coruscant thought of him and his brothers, “Yeah, you did.”

“My name is Rex. These are my brothers, Jesse, Fives, and Echo.” They removed their helmets as well, and her gaze darted from face to face, suspicion and surprise warring with each other. “What’s your name?”

*****************

“What’s your name?”

Rune hadn’t expected the soldiers to be men. It made it a lot harder to hate them. Especially since they had Coruscanti like names.

“...I’m Rune.” She said, her gaze locked on the blonde man’s face, as he seemed to be the leader, “You’re not supposed to be down here. The fighting is happening in the Nikto sector.”

“We’re trying to get to the old senate,” Jesse said.

Rune made a face, “There are less painful ways to kill yourself, you know.” She said, as she folded her arms awkwardly over her stomach.

They looked surprised, “No,” Echo said slowly, “We’re trying to get into the Old Senate Building,” He clarified.

“No one goes into the Old Senate Building,” Rune said slowly, as if she were talking to children, “Ever.”

“Then where are the Sith?” Jesse asked.

“Not in the Senate Building.” Rune countered, “We think they’re set up in the old Jedi Temple, but, again, no one goes there. It’s not safe. If there aren’t aberrations, then it’s droids.”

“Fuck,” Rex ran his hand over his head, “So, what are you doing down here.”

“Salvaging. I am trying to make a water purifier so we don’t have to fight aberrations for clean water.” Rune said, “The parts on the tanks you leave behind can help with that.”

“That’s why it looked like there was recent activity around the tank,” Fives murmured.

“Thought you were aberrations,” Rune admitted with a shrug. With any luck, Habit was already back at the Czerka building. If she had any good luck, they would let her go soon.

“What do we do, Captain?” Echo asked.

Rex stared at her, and Rune shifted uncomfortably. And then Rex sighed, “I’m sorry about this, but you need to come with us.”

“What? Why?” Rune asked, her eyes wide.

“You need to talk to our General.” Rex said, “You know more about the planet than we do, at least. And the Sith.”

“...do I have a choice?”

“I’m afraid not.” Rex genuinely sounded apologetic, “Will you come with us willingly, or do we need to use binders?”

She scowled, unhappy, “I’ll come. But I’m not leaving Coruscant.”

Rune allowed them to guide her out of the Red Light District, and to a speeder, which they then piloted to a massive ship. Rex dismissed his brothers, and instead guided her himself from there.

She had seen the Stationer Ships before, but hadn’t realized how large they were until she was being directed over to the ship. And, more specifically, over to a soldier wearing orange and a man wearing distinctly Jedi robes.

“Captain, welcome bac-” The jedi paused, mid sentence, and stared at Rune, and then over to Rex, with a questioning look.

“This is Rune. She lives on Coruscant.” Rex offered.

“I wasn’t aware that there were any people left on Coruscant,” The Jedi offered lightly.

“Why not, it’s not like the Jedi came back for us when you ran away.” Rune said flatly. “Or did you really think that the rich and powerful of Coruscant were going to evacuate the poor for nothing?”

He looked surprised, and then guilty. “Are there many of you?”

“Of course there are.” Rune replied.

“We can call for another ship, and start the evacuation process-” The Jedi said quietly.

“We’re not leaving.” Rune interrupted.

This time everyone looked surprised, “Rune. Coruscant is a warzone.” Rex said.

“Coruscant has been a warzone for generations. We stayed and so we’re going to stay.” Rune said flatly. “We’ve managed to survive and we will continue to do so.” She shifted her weight, “Can I go home now?”

“Wait, Miss Rune-” The Jedi said, a small smile crossing his face when she scrunched up her face, “We’re trying to get into the Senate building-”

Rune sighed, deeply, “I’ll tell you what I told him. You can’t. It was where whatshisface did his sith alchemy. No one goes in. If you’re looking for the Sith, I would start in the old Jedi temple.”

“The old Jedi-...” The Jedi looked down at the map, “Yes. Yes, of course. That makes sense.”

“Can I go now?” Rune repeated.

“What? Oh, yes. Yes. Of course. Rex, will you escort her home?”

“Of course General.”

**************

Whatever Rex had been expecting of Rune’s home, it wasn’t this. 

He expected gloom, and dirty. Something depressing to look at, let alone live in.

And yet-

There were plants everywhere. Gardens on every corner filled with different types of crops, and massive gardens filled with a wide variety of flowers. 

The people were healthy, clearly healthy. And there were dozens of children, of all races, who chased after Rex as he walked through the clearly marked streets.

“Not what you were expecting?” Rune asked, as she handed a bundle of dandelions to a girl who looked remarkably like her.

“No. Not at all,” Rex looked around, “This is…I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Everything we grow has a use.” Rune offered, “Most of the garden plots are for food, though anything that has flowers is generally medicinal. And in the Works we managed to create a fish farm. It’s how we keep the obligate carnivores healthy.” She added, as she nodded to a family of Togruta.

“...where’d the Dandelions come from?” Rex asked, noting that she still had one of them in her pocket.

“They grow between some of the sectors,” Rune explained, she twisted the flower between her hands, “They’re my favorite.”

“Why?”

“Well. They remind me of me, of my people.” Rune smiled at the flower, “We endure, even if no one wants us to.”

Rex was quiet for a moment, his mind going to stark white halls, and harsh training, “I can understand that.”

Rune regards him quietly for a moment, and then she smiles, and she steps into his personal space, and carefully attaches the flower to his chest piece. “There.”

“You’re giving me your flower?”

“Like me, Rex, you have the soul of a weed.”

Rex blinked at her, touched. That might be the sweetest thing a woman had ever said to him.

And then she smiled at him, her face slightly pink, “You can’t stay here, this isn’t your world. But it would be cool if you visited every now and then?”

Rex stared at her, speechless for a moment, and then he ducks his head, shyly, “Well. Us weeds have to stick together, right?”

She grinned at him, “Absolutely.”

When Rex left half an hour later, he had a bag full of fresh fruit, a dandelion attached to his chest plate, and a piece of flimsy with Rune’s comm address on it.

[smallraindrops-blog]

Some wmftd and hades 2 rambles I wanted to share:

Possible Hades 2 Spoilers !

Hypnos with long hair makes me imagine y/n learning how to braid his hair to make it a bit more manageable

Also I feel like seeing hypnos with his long hair would make y/n want to try growing out his beard (achilles sheds a tear when he sees it bc his son now looks like his pa)

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage reminds me of y/n and hypnos in the pirate au

The amount of angst you could get if hypnos actually does fall into a sleeping coma in the second game 💀 (reminds me a lot of the part closer to the end of wmftd)

I wonder if achilles and patroclus will ever meet odysseus in the second game (how would y/n act if he met him lol)

Imagine y/n and hypnos babysitting baby melinoe when zagreus goes on his runs 🥹 (maybe that would spark their desire for their own children ?)

The wmftd brainrot is getting stronger every day, but I'm glad I stumbled upon this blog <3

AHHHH i love these, legit making me feral rn. Same on the brainrot, my friend. I’m happy you found this blog too <3

Placing my replies and a little short story under the readmore. <3

Y/N would definitely braid Hypnos’ hair for him. Also he wouldn’t be able to cope with how pretty Hypnos is with long hair. Like he totally gets tongue tied just looking at him. He is so fucking pretty.help.

OH AND THE BEARD

I actually hc that Y/N rocked a short beard while working as a fisherman. He was shaved by the time he died because beards are often used as a grapple point during fights so he knew better than to have one.

Until they showed us Skelly I wasn’t sure if Shades could change their form like growing their hair but it looks like they can. (If Skelly counts as a shade, I am not certain where the lines between shades and undead are drawn.) 

But anyway, yeah. Funny enough, I was wondering how to show how time passed for Y/N and was considering having him grow a beard anyway lol.

Achilles would love seeing his son with a beard, Pat too. They would probably joke about him actually being a long-long family member that Pat didn’t know about.

However if I think what happens in Hades 2 actually happens, Y/N will grow the beard while apart from Hypnos. (Thanks depression! 👍)

I haven't talked about it yet but I suspect that Y/N and Hypnos will end up losing each other during the chaos and he is either trapped, helping Hermes or otherwise unable to find Hypnos. He has no clue where Hypnos is and just wants to find him.

Looked up the song, and dude that is immediately going on the playlist. Thank you for introducing me to them.

yeah, def. I’m willing to bet the Hades dev.team had their reasons for Hypnos being comatose. What I hope is that Melinoe still likes Hypnos after he wakes up ( bonus point for everyone if she actually thinks he is the funniest person around)

I hope those met up! It would be like running into that one coworker you dislike while in the dairy section at the grocery store and they won’t shut up and leave you alone. ( i love all three of them, those adorable old war criminals <3)

AHHH. Baby Melinoe!

Baby Melinoe is baby fever on crack, i adore her and will happily fight an undead army for her.

I personally think Hypnos is someone who always wanted kids, especially since he is kinda a big kid himself and would be one of those parents who could play all kinds of silly games with their kids.

Kids were kinda never on Y/N’s radar. There was his own trauma, the war then being on the run. Maybe in a lavender marriage, he might have a kid or two but it wasn’t something he seeked out. Seeing how happy it made Hypnos definitely planted the seed for him. I like to think Y/N would actually be a natural parent with kids.

I can’t articulate my level of love for her so here you go, a wholesome short for making past my rambling lol 

(The short)

The news of Princess Melinoe’s arrival was a welcome one in the house of Hades. It was as if the whole house had transformed around the little princess, there was a warmth, a sense of love, to the house that wasn’t there before.

You were going over the newly increased list of security measures that Master Hades demanded and Queen Persephone had politely requested. You had implemented countless measures leading up to the birth and more afterward but there was always more work to be done.

“Oh look who I found, Princess!” Hypnos’ voice reached your ears and you looked up to see Hypnos grinning at you, the aforementioned Princess Melinoe in his arms. At your questioning glance, Hypnos explained that he was on babysitting duty. 

“Besides, I am way more fun than your older brother, huh?” Hypnos cooed at baby Melinoe, tickling under her chin. The baby girl cooed back in delighted, high pitch sounds that only a newborn could make, little bubbles forming her lips and down her chin.

Normally Hypnos was extremely fussy about his cloak but grabbing an edge of it, he just wiped Melinoe’s drool away without complaint, his smile never fading.

Then, he lifted an expected brow at you. You looked at the baby in Hypnos’ arms, happily blabbering away. You never been around kids, not really. You weren’t sure if the little princess could even see past her small nose. 

She looked tiny and precious. And very, very fragile.

Hypnos laughed quietly. “She isn’t scary, dearest. You can tell her ‘hello’.”

”Hello.” You told her. Her eyes widen, staring up at you with wide mismatched irises. As if she was realizing you were right there. She blinked slowly. 

”Try giving her your finger.” Hypnos encouraged, and after a moment of hesitation, you obeyed.

Princess Melinoe grabbed at your finger with considerable strength and simply held on, staring at you with a surprisingly serious expression, blabbering away in nonsense. 

You made the appropriate noises like you could understand her and repeated, ‘indeed, Princess.’ along with ‘you are definitely much smarter than your brother.’

A smile formed on your face without you noticing.

You didn’t see the soft way Hypnos glanced at you, realizing the quiet hope that was forming in his chest. When it was time for Hypnos to return Princess Melinoe to her mother, you didn’t know that Hypnos was already putting together a conversation to have with you later.

You never knew.

[juliathesuccubus]

Don't Panic

This... This can't be real... Right?

Looking at something so small that made such a big difference in her crappy mundane life. Between her fingers was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

How was this even possible?! She didn't sleep with a human—her first and only time was with a monster! And there have been no records of human and monsters hybrids! How the hell did she get pregnant?! But... Say this was true, that right now, there is a magical monster bun in the oven. That would explain the strange stares from other monsters you get. Monsters can see souls. And the stares were a result from... Well... Something they didn't even think was possible, most likely.

"Shit... I really can't believe this. I'm... Like, legit pregnant. I'm... I'm gonna be a Mom. I... I should try to go to Grillby's. Maybe he can gimme some advice or maybe get in contact with the skeleton monster I was with?"

This wasn't a joke. Not at all. The monster doctor said it and taking 3 at home tests to be sure said it—pregnant. This is... Life now. This meana trying to find a new job and maybe a better place to live so the kid can grow up in a good and safe environment. But for right now, let's go to Grillby's to find info on where Baby Daddy went off to.

After a long shower, Julia threw on some clothes and with the note and black rose in hand, she heads out the door.

—

"You're... Pregnant?"

"Yeah. It, uh... The real deal. Grillby, please don't make that face, I'm trying my best to put on a brave one for my own sake..."

"You're pregnant with a boss monster's child. How is this—?"

"The skeleton monster I met that one night. We, uh, really hit it off and kinda... Had a one night stand situation thing. Eheheh... Grillby, you're making a face—what did I just say, dude?"

"Sorry, it's just... I didn't think Orion would be the type of monster to do that." Grillby sets down the glass and cloth on the bar.

"'Orion'? So that's his name? You know him Grillby?! Where is he? He needs to know this and... And what we should do—the monster doctor said with with pregnancy, both parents need to be present, especially in my case since I'm not a monster and the souling's survival relies on the monster parent providing magic!" Julia couldn't help but raise her voice as she grew more and more anxious. She didn't want to, but was already attached to the little souling. It was as if shd could feel what they felt. Confused. Concerned. Hungry. Tired. Where is Daddy?

"Julia, breathe... Orion is a regular here, but is probably on the job. He makes delieveries here and should be stopping by sometime today. Just sit down for a bit, relax, and I'll make you your usual with some extra magic. It's not much, but enough magic for you and your souling. I'll try to send Orion a message." Grillby guides Julia towards one of the booths to sit down and pats her shoulder before heading into the back.

—

After sometime, Julia lifted her head up immediately when she felt a pressure in the air and suddenly, she wasn't alone in the pub. Over by the bar, sitting or... Rather floating over the bar stool was a skeleton monster. Was... Was this the Orion she met that one night? Had to be. Dressed in that same ultra fluffy but sparkly looking hoodie. Those freckles that looked like pretty nebula, but... Something was... Off. Something felt off. Was this really the same skeleton? His... Eyelights are... Different. His... No, no, this had to be the same monster who rocked her world and knocked her up that night.

No time like the present.

Getting up, Julia makes her way over towards him. Her nerves getting worse as she felt each step she took forward getting heavier. But she has to do this. For her sake and their baby.

"Um. Excuse me. Orion?"

"that's my name, don't wear it out."

"Um do you... Remember me? We, uh, met a while back."

"hmm... nope, don't think so. not too many humans visit this grillby's and i think i'd remember a cute face like yours, kiddo."

...What? No, no, something is way off.

"No? We have met. I remember you distinctly. You tried comforting me when I was crying into my drink that night. We joked around and exchanged a few puns. I mean, yeah, we got kinda shitfaced, but... I remember you. I... You were my first and... And that night we... We had sex. I-I know it was a one night stand, but surely yo—"

"whoa whoa whoa!" Orion looked absolutely stunned and confused. His zygomatic bones flushing a mixture of blue and gold, bringing out his sparkly freckles more. "i-i dunno who you slept with, but i know for sure it wasn't me! i swear! you got me confused for someone else..."

"What?! You're gonna tell me you got a twin or something?"

"... depends on your definition of what a twin is, because that's... heh..." Orion shrugs, sweat already beading and running down his skull.

"..."

With a frustrated groan, she pulls out the note and black rose.

"You left this note and rose for me the morning after remember?! Dude, please...don't be a dick. A little souling's life is on the line here!" Julia snaps, her voice already cracked and tears threatening to start running down her cheeks.

Orion looked over the note and rose before looking at Julia, or rather... The small souling she was carrying before he had a look of shock and nearly slipped off the barstool.

"... n o. there is no way that's possible. you said the skeleton you met that night looked like me? are you sure? nothin felt off?" Orion looked directly at Julia, taking on a serious tone.

"Yes. But... Wait, are you seriously going to tell me it wasn't you?"

"i know it wasn't me—i had to work overtime at my job and make a delivery to underfell's grillby's that night." Orion pulls out his phone and shows his route of deliveries that week.

"What the f... Then... WHO IN THE HELL DID I SLEEP WITH?!" Julia steps back, panicking.

"...i think you just slept with the most dangerous monster in the entire multiverse..."

"Who...?"

"nightmare. the god of negativity." Orion looked very uneasy, and the faint rattling of bones could be heard as he continued. "...but the most concerning thing is that souling. they shouldn't even be here."

"How fucking DARE—"

"no, no! i mean, that souling existing shouldn't be possible because as far as anyone who knows about nightmare... nightmare shouldn't be able to have kids. his corruption makes him infertile. yet, here you are, pregnant with his kid." Orion lets out a nervous chuckle, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here right now.

Julia was stunned. She had to take a moment to just... Collect and absorbed everything that was told to her to try and to understand. And once she did...

She fainted.

[Previous: A Black Rose]

[First: What A Night]

[turtlemagnum]

watching through the original dragon ball. here are some of my thoughts so far:

goku gets shot by bulma in the face within the first 5 minutes of the first episode. she empties the entire mag of a pistol, and he's like "owie!" and then they move on. one or two episodes later, she pulls out an uzi and also empties the mag into him, and he's still fine. i make note of this because there have been multiple times where people pull guns on goku & friends and the friends are like "omg goku watch out, they've got guns!!!" and goku isn't just like "yeah, and? i've been shot before, only kinda stings"

goku's a goddamn troglodyte and i love that. there's multiple times where he calls technology "monsters" and "witchcraft", and he seemingly has very little concept of gender or decency. it's a running joke that goku pats people on the gents to tell what gender they are, which would be creepy if he wasn't a goddamn kid and seemingly completely oblivious to anything like that. later on, whenever roshi's being a pervert, goku just doesn't get it, and i'd argue he's kind of ace coded? idk

weird sexualization of bulma. would be fine if she was an adult, but she's like 16. a bit weirded out by this, but to be fair this isn't a unique problem to dragon ball; a lot of people talk about how common stuff like this is in anime/japanese media, but i think that westerners sometimes get a bit xenophobic about it and ignore how our own media frequently has similarly gross stuff. also a bit weirded out by how chichi is like, 10, and is introduced in clothes that look like a bad scifi pinup from the 50s. cringed out of my mind when yamcha was pretending to be into her so she wouldn't be mad at him . there's a bunch of small things that are usually played as gags but have some... uncomfortable, connotations, at least to my eyes. thankfully it never really like, goes all the way like some anime do

it's interesting in retrospect seeing yamcha being the first antagonist that proves to be of any real difficulty to goku, since y'know. he's fucking yamcha. kinda goofy to see him be actually somewhat competent, but to be fair the power scaling in this series is bullshit

agent mai is described by the wiki as being intelligent, but i'd contest that at least a little. you know that old joke that's like, "go hit on people with your ugly friend because then you'll look better by comparison"? i think that she's like, a normal amount of stupid. she could be your coworker at a dead end job who you talk to a lot, and while she's definitely competent at what she does, she's also just like, kind of a ditz. i also think that because she has a relatively serious, dignified manner of speaking, she seems smarter than she actually is. i think this is compounded by how she works with two of the dumbest, most bumbling motherfuckers alive, so her competence seems like genius in comparison. there's one scene near the end of the first arc where pilaf gives them both guns, and frankly if she were any smart she would've just fucking shot him for putting their lives consistently in as much danger as he has. i still love her though

i literally just got to the part with launch and i love her already. maybe it's my "i love the kind of woman that could kick my ass" showing but hholy shit, i love her dearly. like legit, her introduction is hands down the best part of the show so far, i especially loved it when goku beat up those cops. goku really said acab

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1

Robaire grumbled to himself as he walked home. He was the best singer in that dang choir, why didn’t he ever get a single solo?! It was getting discouraging, almost to the point that he didn’t ever think he’d get his big break.

But then something caught his eye, and he stopped in his tracks. “Is that…” He bent down and picked up the partially crumbled flier. “Fortune Records is holding auditions for a new up and coming boy band?!” His eyes went wide. “Okay, okay wait there’s no way this is legit, right? This is way too lucky to be real.” He stared at the flier for a few more seconds. “Okay…okay, let’s approach this logically…Mom!” He rushed up the stairs and through the front door. “Mom, you have to check this out!”

Fabiola looked up from her pot of bean sauce. “What is it, baby?”

“Look!” He showed her the flier. “I found this stuck in our gate.”

Fabiola squinted at the flier. “What is this supposed to be?”

Robaire sighed. “Mummy, don’t you recognize that logo? It’s Fortune Records, that place I wanted to intern.”

“Oh, you got the job already?” Fabiola smiled brightly. “I didn’t even know you applied.”

“No, no, look.” He pointed to the audition dates. “It says they’re auditioning people for a new boy band this Saturday. Isn’t that awesome?”

“Oh.” Fabiola turned her attention back to the bean sauce. “You know…your father always hoped you’d do something a little more successful, like your sister.”

“Mom, what do you mean successful? All she does is sit at home all day with her kids and sometimes help out at the restaurant.” Robaire rolled his eyes.

“Exactly. She’s a good girl.” Fabiola turned off the stove and gently cupped her son’s cheeks. “Robaire, you’re a good boy. We just want what’s best for you.”

Robaire sighed. “Yes, Mummy.”

———

Christine glanced over her shoulder at Robaire as he sulked behind the counter.

“Ah, ma’am?” The customer got her attention. “Could I have some extra pikliz?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.” Christine handed him a couple of little containers. “Thank you, have a nice day!” She waved as the customer left the store. She sighed. “Robaire, you can’t keep sulking like this.”

Robaire answered by crossing his arms.

Christine groaned and walked around the counter to switch the sign to “Closed”. “I’m here to talk if you want to, but I can’t make you feel better until you do.”

Robaire’s eyes shifted as he thought. He opened his mouth to speak, but a small wail cut him off.

“Ugh!” Christine rushed to the break room. “Hold that thought!” A few moments later, she came back, bouncing her five month old daughter. “Okay, go ahead.”

Robaire looked her up and down. “How did you decide what to do after highschool?”

Christine thought for a moment and sat beside him. “Well, it wasn’t that hard. My choices were sending our parents into debt for college tuition or supporting our family business. Why do you ask?”

“I found this outside the house yesterday.” Robaire showed her the flier.

“Oh wow…” Christine’s eyes lit up. “This looks like an amazing opportunity.”

“I know, and I wanna do it so bad, but Mummy doesn’t think it’s a good idea.” He sighed and pouted. “Ugh, I don’t know anymore. I don’t want to disappoint our parents but I can’t miss an opportunity like this.”

Christine looked at him sadly. “Listen, I know you’re worried about Mummy and Papi, but I don’t think you’d ever forgive yourself if you passed up on your dreams.”

Robaire was quiet for a moment. “Do you really think I have what it takes?”

“I know you do.” Christine gently patted his back. “But I’d still like to see you prove it to everyone else.”

Robaire laughed. “Yeah, so would I.” He smiled at his sister. “Thanks, Christine. You always know what to say.”

“Of course I do. Who would I be if—” She was cut off by a loud cry from her baby. “Woy mon dieu! I thought she was asleep.”

Robaire groaned. “I guess I’ll go check on the griot then…”

“NO, YOU CAN’T COOK!”

[alecmagnuslwb]

No Doubt in My Mind Where You Belong

Part of my Malec SpideyCat AU

Read on AO3

Magnus wasn’t joking about stealing Alec a diamond. He could buy one sure, he’s got the funds without question, but there’s a thrill in finding the perfect tough to get ahold of diamond to steal just for his guy.

He’s cut back on the crime even more of late, damn Spider being far too good of a good influence on him. He spends more time actually fighting crime than committing it, but that doesn’t mean he’s gone completely legit.

He still knows where the family jewels are so to speak and he’s always all too aware of when the finest art exhibits roll into town. A cat may be able to clean up a bit, but you can never change its stripes.

So diamond theft is how it has to be. Not just on the principal of maintaining an image or keeping a promise, but because he just thinks it’ll be sweeter that way. Sweet enough to maybe finally get Alec to stop bringing up the time he fake proposed to him just to evade being caught.

It’s been a few months since that night they talked about it, really talked about it not in an abstract way but in a real I want to marry you way. This is where he belongs, where they belong. The Cat and the Spider. Magnus and Alec.

Magnus never thought he’d get married. Never thought he’d even settle down with someone. He steals something and sells it or gets bored with it and donates it. For a long time nothing was permanent, not his belongings not the people he met. His life didn’t beg for stability, his chosen field didn’t beg for open honesty. But here he is thinking about diamonds to steal for his superhero boyfriend who he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

“I’m correct to assume that unless there’s some secret side of you I’m fully unaware of that favors incredibly ostentatious jewels you don’t want a Kardashian sized ring,” Magnus says swiping through some blueprints that hold potential engagement rings within their walls. He fiddles with the spider necklace around his neck and the spiderweb cuff on his ear between swipes.

Alec snorts as he rushes through the living room buttoning up his shirt in a hurry as he tries to make good time to his day job.

“Cat, no one has ever or will ever describe me as ostentatious,” he says as he attempts to slip on his blazer while pouring a cup of coffee and eating a bagel all at the same time. The bagel slips from his grasp webbing catching it before it hits the ground cream cheese side down.

Magnus tosses his iPad on the coffee table and joins Alec in the kitchen pulling the coffee mug that’s dangling on one finger from his hand and taking a sip.

“So a 150-carat ring that’s solid diamond would be too much then?” he asks over the ridge of the mug.  

Alec nearly chokes on his bagel. “150, that’s-why? Why does that exist?” he chokes still trying to chew on his bagel. Magnus pats him on the back lightly.

Magnus just shrugs. “People like shiny things.”

Alec just shakes his head grabbing his bag from the rickety little kitchen table. “That’s insane,” he says leaning in to press a kiss to Magnus’ cheek. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Might be a little late, there’s something I gotta pick up.”

“Pick up? As in dry cleaning or?” Alec says leaving it hanging. Magnus knows what the or means.

“Definitely or,” he says with smile waving at Alec as he heads for the door.

“Be careful. Don’t get arrested,” he says as he opens the door waving back at him.

“I’m gonna avoid being offended and pretend you didn’t imply I could ever get arrested,” he says back and Alec just laughs all the way out the door.

***

Magnus had been kidding about the 150-carat diamond, at least he’d been kidding about giving it to Alec. He’s not ruling out an attempt to steal it later on just for the thrill of it.

But there is a pretty little set of black gold bands encrusted all the way around with nearly three carats of pretty white diamonds that Magnus thinks will look just right on his and Alec’s fingers. The set just happens to be perfectly fit to their size as well.

They also happen to be owned by the young, handsome, semi corrupt new mayor of New York City.

But that part’s just a fun little bonus to the engagement ring buying experience for Magnus.

Magnus walks carefully along the edge of the skylight to the mayor’s penthouse apartment. Below only one light remains on in the whole place a little flickering nightlight that leaks into the main hall.

The rings, Magnus knows thanks to some undercover work as one of the movers when the new mayor moved in and a bit of recon three nights ago while Spider-Man was busy rallying up an escaped from prison Green Goblin, are located in the mayor’s sock drawer. Not exactly high security.

And as a helpful bonus the mayor loves to end his days on a nice cocktail of sleeping pills and straight up vodka, he won’t so much as flinch if Magnus makes a sound.

He leaps off the edge leaning over and picking the windows lock. It creaks quietly as he opens it, but the sounds of the city cover it well. He twists and slips his belt off latching it to the corner and sliding down into the apartment. He follows the tiny light and creeps down the hall not making a sound, the thin silence inducing sheets on the bottom of his heels that he stole from Stark Industries doing their job just right.

The mayor’s bedroom door is cracked open just a smidge and Magnus slowly, carefully slips through it.  

The mayor is alone in bed, a lifelong bachelor that if the rumors are true bought the rings as a hopeful dream to one day find himself a match. Magnus usually wouldn’t take that dream from someone; every romantic deserves to be a romantic for as long as they can. But the new mayor also takes bribes from the city’s biggest crime lord and committed 20 percent more of the city’s budget to the police instead of on the ground mutual aid. Those little facts leave Magnus with zero qualms about stealing them.

The chest of drawers sits in the corner third drawer down holding his prize. He drags his sharp nail along the edge of it and slides it open the drawer making a sudden terrible creaking sound. The mayor shifts letting out a loud snore and Magnus freezes until he settles back down burying himself into the comforter.

Magnus releases the breath he’d been holding and finishes sliding open the drawer even more slowly. He picks through a collection of truly hideous looking socks until his nails drag over a little velvet box in the back. He smiles lifting the box up and caressing it. He pops the box open and there the two little beauties sit. He drags a delicate nail over them with a smile imagining just how nice they’ll look on his and Alec’s fingers.

***

He slips out of the mayor’s apartment and leaves it to look like no one had ever even been there with ease. He races home afterwards to find their apartment empty so he crawls his way up the fire escape and waits on the roof tossing the little velvet box back and forth between his hands.

He senses him before he spots him, his own little Spidey sense specifically just for knowing when his Spider is nearby. He rolls onto the roof tumbling before righting himself and stretching out his neck his back to Magnus.

“Good evening, Spider,” Magnus says slipping the velvet box into the pouch at his hip and Alec turns around slowly. There’s a definite smile under that mask.

They’ve met on rooves like this a million times, once as enemies, but quickly as so much more. Magnus stands walking over to Alec slowly swaying his hips just right until they’re practically touching. The heat radiates off of Alec as Magnus reaches out a hand and places it directly on his chest, his heartbeat still running just a little fast from running across the city all night.

“How did ‘or’ go?” Alec asks lifting up his mask about halfway.

Magnus hums a little trailing his fingers back and forth across the spider emblem on Alec’s chest. “Quite successful. The mayor has terrible taste in socks.”

“The mayor? Cat, you robbed the mayor?” Alec says a little incredulously. Magnus likes that he can still throw him for a loop every now and then after all this time.

“Just a little bit,” Magnus says teasingly stepping back from Alec’s warmth just a bit. He trails one single nail down Alec’s chest until he reaches his waistline. Alec’s breath hitches as Magnus pulls his touch away entirely.

“Just a little bit, huh?” he asks swallowing hard once.

Magnus nods pulling the velvet box back out. He can’t see Alec’s eyes but he knows they’ve gone a little wide as Magnus slips to the concrete on one knee.

Alec takes a deep shuddering breath. “I recall this scene playing out once before,” he says with a teasing smile. He’s never gonna let it go.

Magnus rolls his eyes. “Oh hush and get down here,” he says reaching up and grabbing Alec’s hand pulling him down into a mirroring position.

He sits the box down for a moment taking off the long nailed glove on his left hand and reaching out to do the same for Alec.

“I love you,” he says tossing their gloves to the side.

“I love you too,” Alec says on instinct not missing a beat.

Magnus smiles continuing on. “And tonight I slipped into the mayor’s home to steal some rings for us because I love you so much.” He flips open the box and Alec unthinking and uncaring in the moment rips his mask off entirely. He looks at the rings his eyes looking just a little bit glassy. “I know we don’t always see eye to eye. I like to steal; you think stealing’s bad generally. But I don’t mind, I want to keep not seeing eye to eye until we’re old and gray and can’t slip ourselves into these tight suits anymore.”

He takes a collecting breath scooting forward just a bit on his knee right back up in Alec’s space where he loves to be. “So, Spider will you marry me?”

“Promise you’re not about to scratch me and run?” Alec says eyes glassier than before and filled with mirth.

“Oh. My. God. You have to let that go,” Magnus says pulling Alec’s hand towards him. He slips the ring on his finger. He knows his answer.

“Maybe after the honeymoon,” he says with that roguish Spider-Man smile that gets to Magnus every single time. Magnus pushes the box holding the other ring into Alec’s chest and he takes it, slipping the ring out and onto Magnus’ waiting finger.  “That’s a yes, by the way.” He adds on running a finger carefully along where the ring now rests on Magnus’.

“It better be a yes, I dug through a man’s hideous sock drawer for this,” Magnus says with a laugh tipping his head forward to rest against Alec’s.

“Spider-Man and Black Cat the superhero wedding of the century,” Alec whispers into the space between them leaning in once to kiss Magnus lightly on the lips.

“Jean Grey and Cyclops can suck it,” Magnus chuckles leaning back in for another kiss, Alec laughing in kind against his lips.

Eventually they pull back from one another laughing too much to properly kiss. Alec tangles their fingers together brining their hands up between them kissing the back of Magnus’ hand lingering just a bit on the rings his eyes locked on Magnus, intense and devoted in a way that still surprises Magnus sometimes.

He looks at the rings briefly before locking back on Alec’s eyes the cities light framing him in lovely reds and blues. They’re not the most expensive thing he’s ever stolen or the hardest steal he’s ever pulled off, but they are the most important, the only ones that will be permanent.

[banannabethchase]

Take a Chance on Me Chapter 7: SOS - on AO3

~

Everything is a whirlwind right before the rehearsal dinner, which is an event in and of itself.

~

It’s three-thirty when Lee tackles Wheeler into the sand, distracting him from panicking about whatever Eddie and Danny were doing without him and from punching Danny in the face.

“Wheely!” he yells.

“Hey, man,” Wheeler laughs, hugging him tight. He doesn’t even mind the sand getting in his swimsuit. “When’d you get in?”

“Like, thirty seconds ago,” he says.

“Why the hell didn’t you put a bathing suit on?” Danny asks.

Lee stares. “Did you not hear me say I legit just got in?” He nods to Wheeler. “Asked your dad where I could find you, dropped off my stuff in the room, and came down here.”

“Well, in that case.” Danny runs at him and spears him into the sand. Wheeler runs after him, helping Danny get Lee up so they can toss him into the ocean.

They dive over each other, laughing, and Wheeler feels his anxiety lessen. They catch Lee up on what’s happened so far, Danny going into excruciating detail about his hookup with Eddie. It reminds Wheeler of his freshman year of college, when the three of them spent a week during winter break running around town. Like when they were still kids.

Until, of course, Danny gets a phone call. They’re all stretched out under the sun, and Wheeler doesn’t even roll over when he hears the ring.

“I don’t like that look,” Wheeler says.

Danny looks smug. It doesn’t quite tell Wheeler enough, though. Danny always looks smug. “I told you, you’ll be calling me Uncle Danny by the end of the weekend.” He winks. “I’ll be back, boys.”

Lee and Wheeler watch him walk back up to the hotel. “He really does manage to bag the weirdest dudes,” Lee says, sounding almost impressed.

“I know.” Wheeler begins walking along the beach, avoiding the sharper shells. “His track record is terrible.”

Lee looks like he’s off in another world, seeing something mildly horrifying. “He fucked your uncle.”

“At least it wasn’t you,” Wheeler says, because he has to find some sort of positive here.

Lee laughs. “I mean. Straight, but thanks?” He picks up a rock and skips it across the ocean. “I mean, I could totally pull guys. If I wanted to.”

“If you wanted to, yeah,” Wheeler says. “But you have literally never wanted to.”

“I like boobs too much, I think,” Lee muses. “I think that’s why me and Stat get along so well.” He turns to Wheeler. “When’s her flight get in, anyway?”

“Soon, I think, around four or five, but she’s getting a Lyft here.” Wheeler tries to skip his own stone, but it sinks almost immediately. “She’s bringing her girlfriend.”

“The gamer?” Lee asks. “Cool. Good to finally meet her.”

Wheeler tries again, with a shell. It skips this time, twice. He feels a little proud of it. “How many drinks in do you think Kris’ll be before she tells the story about how she and Nyla got together?”

Lee does a messy handstand in the sand, a mediocre attempt to emulate Kris, but clear nonetheless. “And then she thought I was a cosplayer, and I thought she was an engineer!”

They take turns throwing shells as far as they can into the ocean, Wheeler just barely beating Lee out with a big motherfucker that he has to spin to throw right, until Mox and Claudio show up.

“Hey, kid, long time no see,” says Mox. Lee turns and rushes at him, hugging him tight.

“Yeah. Music’s kept me busy.”

“No kidding!” Mox says. “Wheels plays your song all the time.”

“Tiger style, baby!” Claudio says. They all look at him. He’s the love of Wheeler’s life and whatever, but the man trying to sound cool like that just feels…wrong.

“You tried,” Wheeler says, patting Claudio on the cheek.

“We listen to it!” Claudio says. “I promise!”

“Nah, it’s fine, dude,” Lee says. He claps Claudio on the shoulder. “You ready, man? Tomorrow night!”

Claudio beams so bright it makes Wheeler light up on the inside. “So ready,” he sighs. He grabs Wheeler’s hand and pulls him in to his side, wrapping him in his favorite kind of hug.

“Claudio and I were talking about the table settings.”

Wheeler tries not to roll his eyes. He fails.

“So I want my kid’s wedding to be perfect!” Mox says, throwing his hands in the air. “So sue me!"

"I know you guys care about the tables and the decorations or whatever, but I don’t give a shit.”

“Okay, the decorations are all him,” Mox says, thumbing at Claudio. “I just want to make sure nobody starts a fist fight over dinner.”

Wheeler avoids Claudio’s eyes.

It’s not missed, though. Claudio stares at him. “What?”

“Well,” Wheeler says, “you and Uncle Eddie aren’t gonna start shit, right?”

Claudio’s jaw drops. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oh, says the guy who took a swing at my uncle at dinner two years ago.” The words are out before Wheeler can stop them. He gets a glimpse of Lee escaping silently and, honestly, he doesn’t blame him at all.

His dad exhales. “Whoa.”

“He made fun of my accent!”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “You made fun of his first!”

“I didn’t understand him!”

“It’s not that hard!”

Claudio laughs, a little mean. “He was talking fast, and I got confused. He could have shown me a little respect.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go,” Mox says.

Wheeler knows he has to stop this before it ramps up, knows, logically, that this argument is never going to go anywhere, but he can never stop himself. “He’s my Uncle!”

“I’m your fiancé!”

Wheeler groans, running a hand through his hair. “Why does this always become a thing again?!”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Claudio says, “because your uncle’s an asshole.”

“Only me and Dad are allowed to call him an asshole,” Wheeler says. He can’t tamp down the anger. He wants to. He can’t.

Claudio sighs. He takes a step back, and Wheeler wants to follow him. But he knows he can’t. “Baby,” he says, voice gentle, “we’re both stressed. We’re both tired.” He smiles, something gentle and exhausted. “Let’s just – let’s take some time for ourselves, okay? Sheamus and Drew will be here soon, and I need to catch up with them. Maybe take some space to cool down.”

Wheeler nods, feeling a little rejected anyway. “Uh, yeah. Right. Kris’ll be here anyway, too, so…” He trails off, unsure of how to tell Claudio that, if he doesn’t get a kiss goodbye, it’ll feel like his heart’s walking away.

Claudio steps up to him and presses a kiss to Wheeler’s forehead, nose, then lips. Gentle. Sacred. Safe. “I love you,” he says. “Always.

“Love you always,” Wheeler says. And his heart feels a little lighter. A little.

~

He walks up the beach stairs near the hotel to find Lee sitting at the table with Kris and Nyla, mid laugh. Danny, however, is glowering, pouting like his life depends on it.

“What did you do to the resident dumbass?” Wheeler asks, leaning down to hug Kris. “Also, hi, missed you, how’s my favorite NASA engineer?”

“Great, and mocking him about nailing Eddie,” Kris says. “Nyla, you remember Wheeler?”

“Course I do!” she says. She bumps his fist, grinning. “Congrats, dude.”

“Thanks,” Wheeler says. “Wedding planning sucks. Elope, if you get a chance.”

Kris blushes, just a little, but Nyla’s solid when she nods seriously and says, “Noted.”

“Anyway, tell me all about how you’re roasting Danny,” Wheeler says, kicking his legs up on Kris’ lap. “He got a phone call and made a weird face, so I thought it was Eddie.”

Danny shakes his head. “Nah, it was my mom. I was just messing with you.”

“Aw, he looks disappointed,” Kris says, leaning in and booping his nose. “Do you miss him?”

“No, it’s just a hookup, Jesus,” Danny grumbles. “Look, I’m not ashamed. He’s hot.”

“Ew. He’s old,” says Kris.

“You don’t even like men,” Danny says back, sticking his tongue out at her. “You don’t get an opinion.”

She rolls her eyes. “I think you’re being sexist.”

Danny blinks, and Wheeler grins at the confusion. He always likes it when Danny gets taken off guard. And he’s almost always off guard when Kris is around.

“So,” Nyla says, “tell me about everything. How’d you and your fiancé meet?”

Wheeler grins, relaxing into the chair.

“Oh, god, I know that look,” Lee says. “Here we go.”

“I won’t do the long story this time, I promise,” Wheeler says, and he doesn’t plan on making it a lie. “So, my dad owns a gym, right? One day it was pouring really bad. I was closing up early, because it was clear no sane person was going to brave the storm to come get their ass handed to them by a trainer. And then this fucking Adonis starts banging on the door.”

“I like where this is going,” Nyla says, grinning.

“Don’t encourage him to make the story longer,” Lee chides. “He’ll talk about this for, like, a decade if you let him.”

“I think it’s sweet,” says Danny. “Plus, next I’ll tell you all the story about how Eddie and I –”

Kris shoves her hand over Danny’s mouth. “Keep going, Wheeler.”

“Well, I let him in, because duh, and he looked super confused. He started speaking German, at first, which made me wonder if I had a stroke, and then said,” Wheeler pauses, letting the memory wash over him. “‘Hello, sir, mind if I take solace in your gym?’ And I was sold.”

“More like he took solace in your –”

“Danny…”

“What!” Danny says, pouting at Lee. “I was gonna say heart!”

“Well, that’s just frickin’ adorable.” Nyla says. “Me and Kris just met because we both thought the other was a twitter mutual.”

“Your story’s cute, too,” Wheeler insists. “I like how…” He trails off. “Oh.”

His friends follow his gaze, and three things happen at once. Danny gasps, Bryan meets Wheeler’s eyes, and the alarm on his phone goes off.

“Who the fuck is that?” Danny asks. His tone is something Wheeler’s heard way too many times before.

“Possibly my dad, now shut the fuck up before I brain you,” Wheeler says, low and fast. He stands up and takes a few steps toward Bryan. “Uh, hi, Bryan. Good to see you.”

He nods, slowly. “Good to see you, too.”

“I’d talk longer, but the rehearsal dinner’s coming up, and I have to get ready.” He shoots Bryan what he hopes is a winning, son-like smile. “But, uh. After the dinner, maybe we could talk?”

Bryan nods again, like he’s considering every moment that passes as a test. Wheeler feels strangely studied. “Of course.” He walks away.

“Jesus, that guy is intense,” Kris mutters once Bryan’s walked away.

“No kidding,” Lee says. “Is it really time for the rehearsal dinner?”

Wheeler nods, wiggling his phone. “We have to be there at six thirty, so, yeah.”

They all go their separate ways to their room, and Wheeler is mildly hesitant to run into Claudio after their tiff earlier.

He knocks, and slowly pushes the door open. “Claudio? You in here?” And nearly loses all sense.

Claudio in a suit always gets him, but the soft sage green makes him glow. Wheeler has to remind himself that, not only can he look, he can touch. “Wheeler, what’s –”

“Holy fuck, you’re hot.” Wheeler strides up to Claudio, to his fiancé, to the man he gets to keep for eternity, and hauls him down for the kind of kiss that would get censored on Twitter. Claudio makes a little noise into his mouth, then turns him, the two of them falling into bed.

“You’re covered in sand,” Claudio murmurs, lips against Wheeler’s neck, “how about we get you in the shower?”

“Only if you come with,” Wheeler says. He’s a bit sad at the idea that the suit will have to go, but that means Claudio will be naked, and, honestly, net win. Claudio wraps his arms under Wheeler’s thighs and hauls him up with a grunt that goes straight to Wheeler’s dick.

“Fuck me in the shower?” he asks, a little eagerly.

Claudio takes him to the bathroom, where he strips off the suit and carefully hangs it on the back of the door. “We don’t have the time, now,” he laughs.

“Stop being right,” Wheeler grumbles. “Fine.”

They exchange frantic, desperate blowjobs in the big ass shower. It’s twice the size of the one they have at home in their apartment, roomy and accommodating in convenient ways. Wheeler’s sure he’s got most of the sand off of him by the end of it.

“We’re going to be late,” Claudio says. “You still have to get your hair in order.”

“I would make a bald joke, but you sucked out my brain through my dick, so it’ll have to wait,” Wheeler replies. He grins up at him. “And, plus. It’s our wedding. Party don’t start til we walk in.”

“Is that a music reference?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “I need to make you listen to that naughties playlist again.”

They make it downstairs by 6:30, and to the restaurant at 6:45. Everyone else is already there, but Wheeler thinks a grand entrance might be appropriate for the grooms.

“Look who finally showed up,” Mox says, grinning. “You forgot to mention you invited these three.”

Bryan, Chuck, and Regal are sitting at the other end of the table. And Wheeler blinks. “Uh. I didn’t?”

“Sorry, that was me,” Claudio says. “Is that alright?”

Wheeler scans the motley crew of his people. “Yeah,” he decides. “Yeah, this’ll be good.”

~

The rehearsal dinner is bizarrely stiff, with Mox fidgeting every time one of the other guys looks at him, Kris half asleep on Nyla’s shoulder, and Danny and Eddie exchange glances so heated it makes Wheeler want to cry a little bit into his risotto.

“So, who is in this wedding?” Claudio’s mother asks. She’s a kind lady, eyes bright and reminiscent of Claudio’s. Wheeler’s always liked her. “Tell me about all of your friends, Wheeler.”

Wheeler introduces Kris, Danny, and Lee, who are all on their best behaviors for once in their lives. Danny and Sheamus, who’d met at the engagement party, are talking animatedly about whatever game was on the night before. Wheeler’s not close enough to hear.

But Regal is strangely somber, seated in the dining room across from Wheeler’s grandmother and having what looks like a very stiff conversation. He doesn’t blame him – Wheeler would feel uncomfortable speaking to Claudio’s mom if she didn’t know who he might be, either.

By the end of dinner, everyone is in good spirits. Chuck and Bryan, seated across from each other, have been talking the whole night, so at least they’ve got each other. At dessert, Wheeler notes two very suspicious absences.

“Oh, for the love.” He sighs, and stands up. “Claudio, I have to go to the bathroom. If I don’t come back, it’s because I walked in on Eddie and Danny boning in the bathroom and I died about it.”

Claudio’s expression, while sleepy, is sympathetic. “You want me to go scout it out for you?”

“The fact that you’d make such a sacrifice for me is why I love you.” He leans down and presses a kiss to Claudio’s cheek. “But, no. This I have to do on my own.”

Wheeler knocks as loud as he can on the men’s restroom door before walking in. Unfortunately, it was a futile attempt. Danny is pressed up against the wall with Eddie’s hand around his waist. Wheeler gets an unwelcome eyeful of Eddie going at Danny’s neck, and he can’t hold it back.

“Fucking hell!” he half yells, half squeaks. “This is a public restroom.”

Eddie turns around, looking completely undisturbed. “Kid, you gotta learn to knock.”

“I did knock! Like, seven times!”

Danny looks pink and a little dazed, a stupid little smile on his lips. “He knocked. I just didn’t say anything since you were,” he trails off, eyes dragging down Eddie’s face and settling on his lips, “busy.”

Wheeler forces himself not to gag. Eddie rolls his eyes. “Okay, I’ll leave first because you,” he looks Danny up and down, a little too smug for Wheeler to be comfortable with, “are kind of wrecked. Wheeler, please don’t tell your dad about this.”

Danny pushes himself off the wall and practically floats over to Eddie. “We could tell him,” he says. “Like, when we dance at the wedding?”

Eddie groans. “I – fuck, okay, but not yet.”

Danny immediately settles the second Eddie’s out the door, going back to his normal expression. “God, he’s fun to mess with.”

“Please don’t tell me that,” Wheeler groans. “Go – go eat dinner and be nice to my grandma. For some reason she loves you.”

Danny nods and leaves, and Wheeler is left alone for a few glorious minutes. Sure, a bathroom isn’t to die for, but alone for a brief respite from being in front of everybody is better than nothing.

He takes his time adjusting his hair, fixing his tie, before going back out. Dessert is at the table and, mercifully, it looks like almost everybody is fixated on that.

Chatter is quiet and unfocused as everyone finishes up. Mox hugs Wheeler and Claudio and takes his mother back to the hotel, and the older relatives get their leftovers and make their way out of the restaurant.

“Alright,” Claudio says, after Kris has finished her story about the star she discovered by accident, “I think the restaurant is going to go after us if we stay much longer.”

Wheeler follows his gaze and, sure enough, a few of the waitstaff keep glaring at their tables. Wheeler already made sure to leave a massive tip.

He finishes his last goodbye to the relatives, and Bryan steps up to him. “Before you go,” he says, tone quiet and serious, “I was hoping we could talk.”

Wheeler looks behind him at Claudio, who begins to walk over. “Yeah, just, uh. Give me a second, okay?” He gives what he hopes is a reassuring smile to Bryan. “Don’t – don’t leave or anything?”

Bryan nods, but he still has that expression like he’s trying to read Wheeler’s mind and not finding what he wants to hear.

Wheeler steps around him. “Hey. Uh. Are you okay if I – if I wait a little bit so I can talk to Bryan?”

Slowly, Claudio nods. “Just, promise me something.”

“Anything,” Wheeler says automatically.

Claudio looks almost sad as he reaches out and cups Wheeler’s cheek. “Just remember what this weekend is about, okay?”

Wheeler’s heart drops a little. “Oh, god. No, Claudio, I know this is about us. Our wedding. I know that.”

He nods. “I know you know it. I just,” he sighs, “you’re getting really caught up in this thing with your other dads. I don’t want you to get so focused on that and get disappointed if things don’t go the way you want.”

He refuses to let himself be hurt by what he’s worried Claudio might be saying. “What does that mean?” Wheeler asks.

“Just that, maybe, you won’t know which one of them is your other dad before tomorrow night.” Claudio looks a little less sad now, at least. “And I want to make sure you’re okay with that.” He takes his hand away, flexing. His eyes miss Wheeler’s, some sort of anxiety behind them that he’s never seen before. “That – that you’ll still want to get married, even if your other dad isn’t the one who is going to walk you down the aisle.”

In that moment, Wheeler realizes how shortsighted he’d been. “Claudio, I swear,” he says, grabbing his hands, “this isn’t just – I’m marrying you even if a meteor falls on my head. Okay?” He tries to make it clear: he’s here for Claudio, and everything else is just icing on the cake.

Claudio nods. “Yeah, I know.” He leans in and kisses Wheeler on the head. “You take care of yourself, okay? Sheamus, Drew, and I are going to get some drinks.”

Wheeler nods. “Have fun.” He watches Claudio walk out, turning for one last wave, and he manages a smile. He makes his way back to Bryan. “Sorry I took so long.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bryan says firmly, “he’s the one you’re marrying tomorrow. I’m just here to help.”

Wheeler nods. “So, uh. What’s up?”

“I wanted to let you know, even if I’m not your – your other dad,” he pauses, sighing, “I want you to know that I’m here for you. If you want to do a DNA test, if you don’t, whatever works for you.” He fiddles with his hands. Even with the anxiety, he has an air about him of confidence, of proficiency. He looks up, and Wheeler hopes he has the same determination in his eyes. “You just let me know what you need from me, alright?”

Wheeler wishes he had an answer to that. “I, uh. Actually, I was thinking the guy who is my dad could walk me down the aisle.”

Bryan, for the first time since learning Wheeler’s last name, looks shocked. “Right. You said that.” He nods again, like he’s trying to convince himself. “I just. I didn’t think that was still on the table.”

“I understand if that’s – if it’s not something you’re comfortable with,” Wheeler says. And he won’t betray how much he wants Bryan to agree to it. He won’t.

“I’d be happy to,” Bryan says, and he looks so earnest and genuine that Wheeler lets himself believe, just for a moment, that this is his other father. And he’s proud to claim that title. “But I have to ask, do you know who your other father is yet?”

Wheeler shakes his head. “No clue.”

Bryan offers a sympathetic smile. “Well, let me know if anything else comes up. Not sure how much information we can get in the next twenty-four hours.”

“I kind of thought I’d know him when I’d see him,” Wheeler confesses. “And then I saw all three of you at once, and I still had no clue.”

Bryan claps him on the shoulder, reassuring, and paternal, if Wheeler lets himself pretend. “Don’t stress about it, is my advice. Go enjoy your last night stag, kid. I’ll be here in the morning.”

Wheeler smiles at him, and waves as he walks away.

Before he’s able to get back to his seat, somebody yanks his arm. “Is it him?”

[alsktudy]

— strawberries and whines

» dad!soonyoung x mum!reader

» fluff ☁️, cute little picnic at the han river, reader and soonyoung have a whiny daughter hence the title, hoshi gets called a hamster by his wife and daughter, lwk whiny and pouty soonyoung (you can see where their daughter gets it from) domestic af 😭

» warning: none

» w.c: 0.4k

» a/n: first fic, kinda nervy... and no, title is not a typo lol. fic is lwk inspired by the song "strawberries and wine" (acoustic ver bc i legit love every acoustic ver of songs) bc i had it stuck in my head. i barely read through this, sorry if there are any typos. PLEASE INTERACT 🤍 anyways, enjoy :))

you had always imagined a future where you and your boyfriend would get married, have kids and live happily ever after and had often become excited at the fact that this future is a possibility.

but its no longer is just a possibility.

you find yourself sitting with your now husband playing with your daughter, hearing her little squeals and giggles accompanied by his lower pitched ones, while the faint sound of the han river and other civilians filled the park that you were in. you took a deep breath out as you relished in the warm sunlight that peeked through the trees.

"baby? are you alright?" soonyoung asked while playing with your daughters hair.

you give him a smile and nod. how could you not be alright?

"baby, i need words." soonyoung nudged you once more, eyes worried and fingers still twirling around your daughters hair.

you give your husband a bigger smile and reach for the strawberries laid out in front of you.

"yes soonie, im fine. more than fine really, everything is perfect." you say as you put a chocolate-covered strawberry in front of his lips.

his eyes turn into crescents as he wraps his lips around the strawberry and bites it, earning a whine from your daughter.

"heyy... i want some too!" she says whining as she turns around and grabs her father's moving cheeks. her whines turn into giggles as soonyoung puffs out his cheeks while her little hands continue to grip them.

"dad... you know what you look like?"

soonyoung tilts his head in response, cheeks still full of air.

"uh... a hamster."

his cheeks instantly deflate and soonyoung whips his head around to give a 'is she being serious?' look to you, as your daughter quickly gets up and begins to run away, laughing at her dad's dramatic reaction to being called a hamster.

"she's my daughter... she should know better." he pouts and his cheeks refill with air while furrowing his eyebrows.

you chuckle and shake your head while reaching out to pat your hamster tiger husband's hair, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"dadd! you're meant to be chasing me arounddd!" your daughter yells.

he turns to you and gives you peck on the lips before saying a quick i love you and pushes himself off the ground to chase your cheeky little one. leaving you with your chocolate-covered strawberries and the sound of your daughter whining as she gets caught by her dad... again.