#I'm just kidding it's actually sweet that she sent it to us but I already kinda hate billie eilish

[sapphymayeyeplease]

my mom just sent me and my brother the billie eilish tourettes video... ok. thaaaaanks mom

[auteurdelabre]

SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR VINGETTE #2 dad!Joelxf!Reader

Rating: 18+ (explicit, mdni)

Words: 4.7k

Summary: When you send Joel a dirty picture during work one day you don't forsee it changing your entire future for the better.

Tags: established relationship (married), dirty talk, public sex, masturbation (m), office sex, breeding kink if ya squint, wife/husband talk, pregnancy talk, caught, fluff and smut.

a/n: While this is from the STFF universe, it could read as a stand alone with you and Joel in an established relationship!

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Done as a request from two amazing readers who requested STFF vignettes of:

Also maybe some joel x mc stuff bc girlll 👀🥵

The “fuck me pregnant” smut. 👀

You know who you are ;-p

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Joel doesn't text. 

He hates the too small screen and how his big thumbs hit all the wrong buttons. He dislikes that he has to use his glasses to read the ones you send. He hates that at eight years old Sarah is already more adept to technology than him. 

So when the first few texts come through to your phone you're genuinely confused. 

Joel [11:12am]

Wish you w uhere hhere with me

[11:12am]

Did someone steal this phone?

Joel [11:13am]

what?

[11:13am]

My husband doesn't text. :-p

Joel [11:14 am]

What ttyhe fuck is :-p

[11:14 am]

Tilt your phone. 

A pause. Then. 

Joel [11:19am]

Jesus waas trying to be romantic and your sticking yourr tongue outt at me

You panic.

[11:19am]

No, I liked it! I was just being funny!

[11:19am]

I love that you're texting me!

[11:20am]

I was just kidding!

A longer pause, one in which you can imagine Joel sitting in his work truck, smirking down at his phone, fingers going over the buttons hitting wrong ones along the way. 

Joel [11:19am]

I knoww hoynhey I was ttoo

It's sweet actually, the way he tries so hard. You know texting isn't his thing, technology in general really isn't. But he's trying because he knows you*** like it. When you show him something funny Maria sent you via text or when you're pensive, hunched over your phone on the sofa, typing something over to Alex about work. 

It makes you feel soft for him, your body warm. 

[11:20am]

I miss you too baby.

Joel [11:21am]

Wish I could seedh you right now

His words are simple but they pack a punch. You wish you could see him right now too. In fact you wish every day was just like the weekend. The three of you in this perfect, happy bubble of comfort and laughter and love. It feels so good. 

You've been really busy at work lately, long hours. You wonder if this is what Joel is picking up on. This distance. The thought breaks your heart. 

You've also been talking about having a baby. A big step. Joel is so eager, so excited to create life with you. But you? You're terrified. You had a horrible fucking childhood. You're scared of what that could mean for your parenting. 

You look at your wedding ring set, twisting it and smiling softly.

The thing is, even if you were the worst parent Joel would be there to help. Joel is the most wonderful parent in the world. He patiently helps Sarah with her homework, he's impossibly kind to her even when she's defiant, he lets her put all manner of bow and glitter and product in his hair as she practices the latest hairstyles she's seen. He's a wonderful father. He's a wonderful husband. He's just... So fucking wonderful. 

You take a moment to consider Joel's message, then turn your phone to take a selfie to send to Joel. You're smiling at your desk and on impulse give a peace sign. The door to your office opens and Alex walks through with paperwork just as you snap the photo. 

"Tell me you're not sending that to Joel," Alex says and you lower your hand frowning at her. 

"Why? Last time I checked he liked my face."

Alex rolls her eyes dramatically, heaving the file of rescue records onto your desk.

"I'm gay and even I know a guy doesn't want a cheesy smiling photo from his wife." She gives you a knowing look.

"Huh?"

"He wants something. . . Special." 

When you continue to look confused she raises her eyebrows. "A photo you wouldn't send to anyone else if you catch my drift ..."

Oh.

You laugh breathily, your face going red at the insinuation. You mumble something about getting back to the funders and Alex stops at the doorway. 

"I'm heading for lunch with Tosin," she tells you, suddenly all business. "I don't know if you remembered."

"I did," you nod motioning out the door. "I left the speaking points by the front door."

"Amazing, I'll debrief when I get back."

Alex leaves, closing the door behind her, leaving you to stare down at your phone to see the grainy photo of you smiling flashing a peace sign and you wince. Is Alex right? It does look kinda immature. 

You delete it. 

You glance up to see your door closed and take a moment to consider. You take the phone in your hand again, thrusting it under your blouse and pulling back the cups of your bra. 

"Can't believe I'm doing this," you murmur to yourself, even though there's a part of you that finds this all a bit exciting. You press the button and feel a thrill go through you. 

You pull the camera out of your shirt, peering into the phones display. You frown when it comes out blurry with what you think is your nipple in the corner. 

Fuck.

No it's too... In your face. No mystery. You'll go a different route. You tug open your first few buttons at the collar of your shirt, until the lace of your bra is seen. You bend forward, allowing the camera to capture your winking face and generous show of cleavage. 

You hook your finger into the lace of your bra, suggesting more but showing just the skin. You tilt your head so your neck looks long and delicate. 

You snap a few photos until you find one you that you like; the one where you look playful and sexy and you attach it to the message. 

[11:33am]

Hopefully this tides you over. Xoxo

The photo is sent and you feel your body tingle as you imagine Joel innocently checking his phone for a text only to find that image waiting for him. You put your phone back down on your desk, eyes drifting to your computer. 

Suddenly you freeze. 

Wait what if he answers his phone while he's at the job site with a bunch of others? What if someone else sees? Oh fuck, what if Tommy sees?! You'll never be able to look him in the face again! 

Before you can throw yourself into a full blown fit of pique the alert comes through on your phone that you have another message. 

You flip the phone open to his message of just one word. 

Joel [11:34am]

More.

A thrill goes through you at the thought of Joel in his truck or at the job site turned on because of that photo. It makes your thighs clamp together as you imagine him looking at the photo, his eyes wide, his pouty mouth parted. 

You stand and lock the door to your office. You glance at your watch, thankful that Alex should be gone for a while. 

You don't reply right away because your trembling fingers unbutton the rest of your blouse. You'll send him a little striptease you think. 

You receive another text from him as you reach the bottom button. 

Joel [11:35am]

??

You laugh out loud at his impatience, typing hurriedly back. 

[11:35am]

Be patient. 

Your shirt is unbuttoned to your bellybutton and your bra is pulled down to show a peek of your nipple. Your finger grazes the bra cup, tugging. You snap this picture and send it off. The reply is immediate.

Joel [11:36am]

Youu look so good bby

You can imagine how Joel says it, voice all low and syrupy. Fuck you're turned on.

You fumble with the hem of your skirt tugging it down until the band of your panties is showing. You slip a hand underneath and raise the camera again. 

Your neck is tilted back and you let the camera capture your lower lip full as you bite it. You send it off, pulse pounding. 

Joel [11:38am]

Fuckd oplease morrhee. 

Joel can barely function. All the blood has gone to his cock. When he receives another image seconds later, this one of your hands between your legs, head tilted back and your eyes heavy lidded in pleasure he can't take any more. He fumbles the numbers on his phone, holding the cell to his ear. 

"Hello?"

"You know what you're doin' to me?"

His voice is low and husky and you're loving that twang of his that comes out sometimes. 

"No idea," you smile. "I'm just here working away."

"Makin' me hard, baby," Joel groans. "Had to go to my truck so no one would see."

The smile dies from your face, replaced with a mask of surprise as Joel's words register with you. This is followed quickly by desire. 

"You touching yourself, Miller?" 

Joel gives a shaky laugh. "No."

You swallow, your face burning with shame and lust. "Would you?"

Joel takes a quick glance around his work site. He's pretty far away from everything having parked in the back lot. But there's always a chance of someone walking by.

"Here in my truck? Right now?"

"Yeah," you offer swallowing. "I.. if you want I'd... Yeah."

Joel can hear it, the breathless catch in your voice. That little hitch that happens when you're turned on. You know he hears it because you can practically hear him smile over the phone.

"I gotta go park somewhere more quiet."

"No," you breathe heavily. "Do it there."

"One of the guys might see."

You don't speak but he hears the way your breathing increases in speed. He feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight now, desperate for you to be there in the truck with him right now. Desperate to see that unfocused look you get when you're turned on. 

"Exhibitionist are we?" Joel teases. "You like that I might be caught?"

"I... I guess so," you say surprising yourself. "Yeah."

"How're they gonna look me in the eye if they catch me jerking off in my truck?"

You laugh at this, but only to break the tension. It's a breathless thing. 

"Don't get caught."

You wonder if Joel thinks you're depraved for this. In all honesty you'd never thought something like this could be hot. But right now you're turned on out of your mind. Imagining Joel hard for just a photo of you, hearing his breathing grow unsteady. 

Joel as always though, knows you so well. 

"Making you wet knowing you got me here in my truck all desperate?" Joel asks, and his voice is pitched low. 

You let out a soft whine, your hand tightening around the phone receiver.

"Squirming there at your desk knowing I'm palming myself through my jeans right now?" You hear Joel give a soft shudder. "You like knowing that you do this to me, honey?"

"Jesus ... Yeah." 

He lets out a dark, smooth chuckle. The kind he presses against the hollow of your throat when you're in bed together. 

"And what are you gonna do for me?"

"Anything you want," you say earnestly. "The second I see you. Anything you want."

"S' that a promise?"

"Of course."

"Alright then," Joel says, leaning back a bit on the bench seat of his truck, his eyes scanning to make sure he's still alone. "You tell me what you want."

You pause. It's one thing to say things when you're together in bed, sweaty bodies writhing against one another. It's quite another midday over the phone. 

"Gotta hear you ask for it," Joel teases huskily. "Then I'm happy to give it to you."

You can hear his belt buckle and zipper over the phone and desire pools in your belly. He's really doing this.

"Want you to make yourself come," you say just above a whisper, blushing all the way to your roots, "while you're thinking about me."

"I'm always thinkin' about you," Joel assures you with a groan. And you can hear the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh as he begins to stroke himself. 

"Yeah?" You say, swallowing. "What do you think about?"

"How you look at me when I'm between your legs."

Joel is blunt. He always has been. It's what you love about him and in this moment it turns you on so much your mouth goes dry. 

"Remember our honeymoon?" He groans, hand moving jerkily over his cock. "That night in Santorini?"

Fuck yeah you do.

You listen through the phone, eyes shut as Joel groans huskily into the receiver. His breathing is heavy, and you can tell he's got his teeth clenched. You hold yourself still, not wanting to miss a single fucking sound. 

"You still there?" Joel's voice is thick and rasping. The tone makes your thighs press together under the desk. 

"Uh huh," you pant. "Please don't stop."

"You really like this," Joel says and you can almost hear the curl in his smile. "I'll have to remember that." 

You can hear the movements of his hand increasing; can picture him in his truck jerking himself off with one hand, the other holding his cell to his ear. Why is that the sexiest thing you can imagine? 

What was he wearing this morning again? Oh fuck, that's right. That green plaid flannel, the one that he rolls up so it shows off his thick forearms. This inserts itself into your fantasy and you physically feel your panties dampen. 

"You got me so fuckin' hard, baby," Joel grunts out, his voice hitching with each swipe of his palm over the head of his member. "Love knowing you're sitting there turned on outta your mind." 

"I am," you whimper. "Fuck, I really am, Joel."

Your legs cross under the table and you squeeze them. Pleasure shoots up your core. You let out a trembling whine at the sensation.

"Love those ... Mmmph....sounds," Joel grunts into the receiver, imagining you there with your mouth parted. "Gettin' close-"

You've started rocking in your seat as you imagine it. 

"Want you here, your mouth-"

And then abruptly you hear Joel's breath catch, hear the rustling of his body on his truck. 

"I gotta go baby."

Before you can deny this interruption the line goes dead. Your legs cross, squeezing, desperate. 

Fuck.

Your phone alerts you to a text coming in. 

Joel

[11:48am]

Sorry bby. Tommy was commhing over. 

Disappointment doesn't touch on how you're feeling right now. 

You go back to your paperwork, deciding that you'll pick up things later when something occurs to you.

You bunch your skirt up to your waist and with a smirk you raise the camera to snap a photo of your legs spread with your damp panties on display. You giggle and send it off with: You owe me. Xo

You smooth down your skirt and re-button your shirt, looking presentable. You stand on shaking legs and unlock your office door, opening it. 

You go back to the funding report you have to fill in, your mind turning back to the sanctuary and the animal adoption reports. 

An hour or so later the main door to the office opens and you go to ask Alex how the meeting went when two familiar brown eyes come into view and your husband streaks towards your office. 

"Joel?"

His eyes are blazing. He comes into your office, closing the door behind him. You stand at his approach, coming to rest your hip against your desk, pulling him into your arms. 

He's wearing that green flannel and he smells like the outdoors, fresh and clean. You bury your nose in his neck inhaling. 

"Didn't get to finish our conversation," Joel murmurs against the top of your head. “Got your text and saw you needed me."

"Needed you?" You tease, cocking your head to the side, looking up at his face. "Whatever for?"

He gives a wry grin before sliding his wide palm between your legs, pressing over pressing over your clothed sex and rubbing gently. 

"This."

He smirks down at you, dark eyes on your lips. You kiss him fiercely, hands digging into the flesh of his neck, urging his mouth tighter against yours. His tongue slips between your lips and you moan against that deft muscle. 

"Couldn't leave you wet and waitin'," Joel murmurs as he plants kisses along your jaw. 

"Joel we can't do this here," you say amused and turned on. "Alex could be back any second."

"You promised me," Joel says, hands on your hips. "Anythin’ I want the second I see you, remember?"

You give him a crooked grin because really, you can't deny him. You don't want to. 

He urges your bottom back onto the desk as your hands reach for his belt. You both move quickly, aware that time is of the essence.

His wide hands tug your panties off without hesitation and within seconds he's inside you, bracing the two of you against the desk. Your arms are around his neck for purchase, his hands on your hips as he thrusts into you. 

"So wet for me," Joel groans in your ear as you bounce against him. The desk creaks with every thrust. 

"Always," you groan honestly. 

"Could barely drive here straight. All I could think about was..." Joel lets out a shuddering groan. "Fucking you right here on your desk. Watching you come for me."

You can barely form words. All you can do is hold tightly around his neck as he fucks into you, groaning and grunting beautiful, filthy things. His thumb finds your clit and begins circling as he slows the movements of his hips. 

Joel never lets himself come before you do. Not unless you expressly insist on it. He's working you slowly, his eyes heavy and fixed on your expressive face. You allow him to unbutton and strip your shirt from you, leaving you in just your skirt and bra, body tilted against his as you groan. 

"Lean back baby," he urges. "Lemme see you." 

You comply without hesitation, shoving your papers to the ground as you rest your spine along the desk. You don't care about funding proposals right now. All you care about is Joel and the beautifully slow way he's touching you. 

Joel watches you laying there for him, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy. He's never seen anything so fucking sexy. And you’re his.

Waking up to you, going to sleep with your arm around his waist, seeing you with Sarah, talking about your day, watching movies as a family, going to the zoo. Every day since you've moved in has been bliss (aside from the odd argument because well, you're both human). He's so ridiculously in love with you. He wants to give you everything. 

And the fact that you want him as much as he wants you sometimes seems like a dream. One he never wants to wake from. You tell him every day you love him. That you love Sarah. You want to hear about their days, you want to be around them all the time. The way that unlike with Paul, you showed off your engagement ring every chance you could the second it was placed on your finger. 

He thinks about your wedding day, the way you'd looked coming down the aisle to him, how your lips felt when he kissed you for the first time as your husband. The way you call yourself his wife with pride to anyone who will listen.

And now you're here, his wife, laying against the desk as he thrusts into you, begging him for more looking so fucking gorgeous. He'll give you more. He'll give you anything, everything.* He wants to make life with you. Wants your belly swollen and everyone knowing that you're his. Wants to pick out baby names and do lamaze classes and watch you carry something you both created inside you. 

He knows you're not certain, knows that you're hesitant and he'd never force you. Knows that despite being off birth control you're still wanting him to use condoms. And he does without fuss. He will as long as you need him to. 

If you never want to get pregnant he doesn't mind. He got you and Sarah and that's all he needs. Another baby would be a joyful addition, but not necessary for his happiness. 

You're breathing quickly, chest heaving. You don't object when Joel begins tugging down your bra until your breasts are exposed to him. Joel makes a soft strangled noise in the back of his throat as they jolt and ripple under his thrusts.  

"How're you so goddam perfect?"

You grin up at him, your voice breathless. "Was gonna a-ask you the same thing, Miller."

You moan when his full mouth finds an exposed nipple, sucking and licking while he worries the other between his fingers. When he gently nibbles there you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. 

Joel thrusts between your legs slowly, filling you and with his mouth around your nipple he watches with saddled brows as your eyes roll back in your head. 

"So fucking gorgeous."

You're only able to whimper for him, thighs spreading further as he moves himself deeper between your legs. Your ankles cross behind him and he pulls back, his thumb once more against your clit. He can feel that you're close, your hips rutting more aggressively. 

"So good," you whimper up at him as the pleasure reaches that apex of pleasure. "You feel so f-fucking good, Joel."

He's curves over you, one hand on your hip, the other between your legs as his thumb works against you. He's looking at you with a look of such love that it takes your breath away. And he's all yours. This is your man. Your husband. Tears prick the corners of your eyes before pleasure between your thighs overtakes you. Your head tilts back. 

"Gonna come for me, honey?" 

You nod, overcome emotionally and now physically as your orgasm rushes through you. You arch back against the desk and Joel watches as your naked breasts tilt to the ceiling as you tighten around him. 

"There she goes," Joel says approvingly, his thumb not ceasing its movements as you crest for him. He feels you flutter around him and he groans as he throbs within you.  

"So good, baby."

You preen under the praise and you begin to come down, your eyes so heavy lidded Joel muses that you look asleep.

"Joel," you whine, hands reaching for him. "Please."

He gives you an indulgent grin, leaning over to kiss you. He gives a little grunt when you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. You pull back when his hips stay stationary. 

"I didn't bring a condom," he confesses. "Thought I had one in the truck. Guess we'll have to finish this up at home tonight."

"But-" you're leaning up on your elbows, watching as Joel smiles lovingly down at you. "But you came here?"

"'Course," Joel says with a small smile, starting to pull back from between your thighs. "Needed to make sure my wife wasn't aching for me all day."

You feel everything in your body attuned to him. Seeing no guile, no resentment there in his deep brown eyes. He really just came to make you feel good with no expectation of his own pleasure. And that's what seals it, though you'd known it all along. You tugg off your bra and shirt completely, your eyes trained on his. 

"Want you to come," you say, your eyes trained on his. "Don't care about a condom."

You stand shakily, pressing him to sit in the chair behind your desk. Joel assumes that you're talking about a blow job, so he's confused when you throw a leg over his lap, perching there. 

"Honey do you know what you're saying," Joel says when you begin to lower yourself over his hips. "We've talked and-"

"I know what I'm saying and doing," you tell him, pulling him back out of his jeans hurriedly. "And I'm asking you to fuck me bare."

Joel's dark eyes blow wide and you can see the pupil rapidly expand. Desire courses through him and you watch as his cock still glossy and semi hard stiffens sharply to full attention. 

"If you want to," you add, hand gently stroking him, feeling him throb under your palm. 

He doesn't let you finish. His hands cup your face in his large palms as he kisses you gently, licking into your mouth as you begin to lower yourself onto his thick length. 

"Are you sure?"

You whimper, body jerking as you take all of him from this angle, stretching and watching as Joel's head tips back, eyes still peering out at you. 

"Very," you promise him as his wide hands skate down your spine. "I love you so much, Joel."

"I love you too, baby," Joel says earnestly. "But if you think you need to do this for me-"

"I don't," you explain, and you let yourself surrender to the building pleasure. "I want this Joel. Wanna carry your baby."

Joel moans, brows saddling and you feel him start to thrust up into you, not holding back. 

"Does that turn you on?" You ask, amused that you've both discovered something new about each other today. 

"Yeah," Joel admits with a shy grin up at you. 

"I'll have to remember that," you tease before you feel him thrust up into you and a stripe of white hot pleasure goes up your core. 

Joel's arms hold you tightly to his chest, pinning you around the waist as your head falls to his shoulder. 

You two thrust against one another in the silence of your office, the only sound the traffic outside, your combined groans and the wet sounds of flesh as Joel drives himself up into you. 

Your body is naked save for the skirt you wear, like some daydream of his come to life. 

He slips his hand beneath your skirt and builds the pleasure there, fingers on the pearl of your clit as you ride him. His head is tilted back so he can watch your face, the way your head lolls back when he hits a really good spot, the way you whine a little when you're getting close. 

"Gonna come," you slur out, already on the precipice of another orgasm. 

"Fuck yeah you are," Joel says through grunts, watching your body jerk against his deepening thrusts.

You let out little whines as you chase your pleasure, your hands on his shoulders for purchase as you slide yourself along him. He feels so fucking good. 

"Doing so good baby," Joel says gently, stroking your hair back from your face as he bucks under you. He looks to where your bodies join, seeing the glossy curve of your inner thighs. "Keep going, keep going."

You do, you slide along his length as Joel's arms wrap around you, rocking into you groaning about how much he needs you, how much he loves you and you melt against him. 

You come with a shiver, body arching against his as he watches you, marveling at how gorgeous you look like that. 

Then your mouth finds his and you take him deeper, feeling his cock nudge your cervix. You hear your husband groaning, his damp mouth warm on your neck. 

"Come on, Joel," You whisper breathlessly against the shell of his ear, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. "Fuck me pregnant."

"Fuck yeah, honey, I will," Joel begins to babble against your neck, his hips setting a brutal pace as you cling to him. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you a baby, everyone's gonna know you're mine and-"

Joel lets out a strangled cry as he releases, you feel him pulsing inside you, holding you tightly to him as he empties himself into you. Your entire body quivers as Joel comes, his body tightening and then slowly loosening, going boneless against you. 

You both breath heavily, foreheads pressed tightly against one another before Joel plants a soft kiss on your neck, your jaw and finally your waiting lips. The two of you gaze at one another before giggling gently. 

"I'm texting more often."

Still panting and giggling in the afterglow neither of you hear when Alex returns to the office. 

"Hey so lunch-"

Joel wraps his arms around you, shielding your bared chest from your co-worker as she opens the door and walks into your office. 

Alex takes in the scene, you shirtless on Joel's lap as he sits behind the desk. Both of you red-faced and looking guiltily at her. 

With her hand still on the doorknob Alex backs out of the room, closing the door, but not before adding a very smug:

"Glad my advice worked."

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 8

Eddie and Steve threw a few more axes, Eddie getting unnecessarily close to fix Steve's form many times. There was a point where Eddie didn't even need to fix anything but if Steve was letting him touch, he would. After about half an hour more, Robin took Steve into the bathroom again. Eddie knew he was the subject of the conversation. He just didn't know in what regard.

He skipped over to Jeff. "Ain't he a peach?"

"Got an ass like one", Jeff offered.

"Just utter perfection. Don't go oglin' him too much though. I might get the wrong idea."

"He's all yours Eddie. I don't even think a crowbar could get between you two right now", Jeff said.

Steve came out of the bathroom with Robin and it was decided that Robin would head on back to the apartment, taking Steve's car.

"You're letting Robin drive?", Eddie asked with a raised brow. He remembered Steve remarking quite a bit how his little birdie had two left wings, so to speak and how it took her about five tries to get her driver's license because she'd been so nervous behind the wheel.

"She can make it", Steve said confidently. "And it'll give us some time to ourselves. And I'll need someone to drive me when the night's done." He stepped closer to Eddie and Eddie closed the distance even more. It was like they were magnetic.

"Drive you home?"

Steve smiled, hearing the hopeful tone in his voice. "I was thinking your place, actually."

They were nearly nose to nose now and Steve barely even noticed Robin taking the keys from his pocket. Eddie couldn't stand being that close and not kissing him so he did just that. The only thing that made them stop was Jeff shooing them out just as a kid's birthday party came in. Couldn't have them doing all that in front of children, after all.

Eddie led Steve to his van. "Your chariot, your highness", he said as he opened the door for him.

Steve got in and looked around, taking in everything that was Eddie. Eddie practically ran to get in on the other side and turn it on.

"So, where to?"

"I could eat", Steve said. His stomach was still fluttering with how new everything was, so he didn't think he'd be eating much, but he could put something in his stomach.

Eddie took them to a little restaurant and Eddie admitted to being nervous to and not wanting to eat much, so they agreed on just some appetizers.

"I feel like I'm about two seconds from vomiting. In a good way!", he added quickly.

"A little worrying that you've been letting me kiss you all night with that knowledge", Steve grinned. He reached out across the table and held Eddie's hand. "I can't believe I can just touch you."

"You can do more than touch", Eddie said, kissing his fingertips.

"Is this...are we...?" Steve's gaze turned down.

"What?"

"Are we going too fast? We just met today but-I mean normally when I meet a guy, I'm not all over him like this but with you-"

"Sweet thing", Eddie beamed. "I've been courtin' you since you sent that first text."

Steve chuckled. "The very first one?"

"Well maybe not when you thought I was still Misty. But I don't consider this a first meeting. How can I when we already know so much about each other?" Eddie knew how Steve was before bed and right when we woke up. Steve knew which tattoos had meaning and which didn't.

"So I'm not...you don't think I'm being too much?", Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head. "Baby you could crawl in my ribs and it wouldn't be close enough. I've been trying to drink you in all night, haven't you noticed?"

"I might've noticed a few sips here and there", Steve got warm as Eddie kissed up his wrist. Only the table standing between them got in the way of going further. But it was very easy to imagine Eddie's lips having nothing in their way.

Eddie's eyes had been closed while savoring Steve's skin but when he opened them they were dark with desire. "What do you say we-"

"Yes."

They had time for dinner dates (which they'd already done) and eventful outings. Right now the things they wanted to do required privacy. Eddie was on his best behavior, trying to take the quickest route back to his place. Steve was doing every naughty thing imaginable, short of unzipping Eddie's pants and giving him road head. He stroked Eddie's thigh, kissed his neck, licked in his ear, played with his hair.

And even when Eddie gave him a soft reprimand, lest they crash, Steve found ways to torture him.

"So mean, not letting me touch you", he said, squirming in his seat. He started rolling his hips like he was grinding the air and Eddie thought he was going to lose his mind.

He pretty much screeched to a stop and tore both their doors open. Once Steve was out, Eddie pinned him to the side of the van, devouring his mouth and pressing their hips together. He was already fully tented in his jeans.

"You knowmmm", Steve broke off in a moan as Eddie released his lips to start on his neck. "You have a van. You could've just pulled o-oohhh-off and had me back there."

"A pretty thing like you?", Eddie smirked. "You deserve a bed, princess."

With that clear goal in mind, Eddie took Steve up to his apartment. Steve had just enough time to take in sights familiar from past video calls: the guitar, one of the many band posters, and various mugs hanging in the kitchen before Eddie was pulling him into the bedroom. Eddie sat on the bed and Steve slid easily into his lap.

Eddie groaned at the weight on him. "Got a present for me, big boy?", he asked, hands going behind Steve to squeeze his cheeks.

"Sounds like you already know."

He did. Touching Steve so much gave him a little preview. But it was still fun to unwrap it later. He did just that, unbuttoning and then unzipping Steve's pants to see the flash of purple lace.

"You like?", Steve asked. He didn't need to though, Eddie's face was easy to read.

"Oh baby, I like. I like very much." Eddie helped Steve out of his shirt, kissing the skin that was revealed to him and then helped him out of his pants.

Steve stood before Eddie who was still sitting on the bed and put his hands on his shoulders. Eddie's hands went to his hips, touching the lavender material almost reverently. He showed restraint, not immediately diving in, but just for a second. He tried going in for a taste but Steve put a finger to his forehead, stopping him.

"Your turn."

He went around Eddie and laid across the bed, waiting for him to get on with it. Eddie was a whirlwind of clothes being torn off his body and Steve laughed as he hopped into bed with him.

"You moved like the Tasmanian Devil", Steve smiled.

Eddie put an arm around Steve's waist and pulled him in close. "Well you make me go-", then he made a bunch of incomprehensible babbling noises. "Please don't kick me out of bed", he said once he realized what he did.

But Steve had been smiling the whole time. Then laughing. Then petting Eddie's hair and bringing him in for a kiss.

"Sooo, you're not turned off?", Eddie ventured. Steve was kissing his jaw now, but he had to ask to be sure.

"I always thought Taz was kinda cute."

"I'm more of a Bugs Bunny guy myself", Eddie said.

Steve smirked as he reached down to grasp Eddie's cock that had been sitting between them, weeping and neglected until now. He leaned in, whispering hotly as Eddie's curls tickled his cheek.

"What's up, doc?"

"Holy shit", Eddie gasped out as Steve started to stroke him. "That shouldn't be so hot."

"Life's full of surprises, isn't it?", Steve winked.

Only about two years later, before all of their friends and family in their best formal wear, would Steve admit that he knew Eddie was the one from the first time they made love. Because he made him laugh the entire time.

"It wasn't only because I made you laugh, right?", Eddie would ask during their third dance of the night.

"I was only laughing so much because of how funny, brilliant, romantic, and sexy you were that night", Steve said.

Steve was wearing a golden yellow tuxedo with black accents, while Eddie was wearing the reverse. It was fitting, given that of all the pet names Eddie gave him, 'honey' probably came up the most. Honey, sweet thing, sweetheart, and even one time sugar tits. Eddie was obsessed with telling Steve how sweet he was.

"And to think, this wouldn't've happened if that girl gave you her real number", Eddie mused out loud. "Her loss. Her incredibly, massively huge loss."

"No", Steve smiled, bringing his hands to Eddie's face to give him a sweet kiss. "I think I got the right number."

1 year ago...

[10:33 am] If these kids ask about boba one more time I'm gonna turn myself into wild garlic and find a field to disappear in.

(11:17 am) 💍? tonite? (11:18 am) We could order from that new Taiwanese place too (11:18 am) I promise no boba (11:37 am) cmon Steve i've never had food from taiwannn i wanna try it

(12:52 pm) Honey?

[12:53 pm] There is NO way that you're proposing to me through a text right now

(1:01 pm) What? Shit no! Wait not no but no I was asking if you wanted to watch The Ring tonight? The one about the cursed video? (1:03 pm) Stevie? (1:03 pm) Baby? (1:04 pm) Shit you're working now. (1:04 pm) Pls dont be mad? And pls come home after work

Steve did come home to their now shared apartment and Eddie had been waiting on his knees, one of his own wings on a tiny pillow that Steve didn't even know they had. Eddie had babbled about wanting to plan for it more and talk about it more and getting an actual ring and making the proposal special but how he'd known for a while now that he wanted to marry Steve and it was in such an anxious rush that Steve's ears only got part of it.

His heart got all of it.

"On your feet, Taz. Yes, I'll marry you."

Eddie shot up and gathered Steve in his arms, spinning them around in a whirl. Eddie definitely tried to get them to fall on the couch when they started to lose their balance but he miscalculated and they hit the floor instead, one of Eddie's legs catching on the coffee table.

Despite the pain, Steve was giggling. "I knew we should've taken that left turn at Alburquerque."

Eddie groaned at how his leg smarted. "That's all folks."

END

Yaaay! Thank you for another one! If you liked the lil tidbits of Steve's job here I'm planning a teacher au soon so be on the lookout for that :)

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[yourfavblondy]

I TOLD YOU

warning: mentions of alcohol, haitani brothers being idiots

synopsis: rindou swears he has a girlfriend but no one believes him until they actually see her

"Yo Rin, are you free tonight?" Izana asked. "No, I'm going out with my girlfriend." Rindou said not even looking up from his phone. Everyone went quiet before Izana and Ran erupted with laughter. Tears rolled down the older Haitanis cheeks. "An AI can't be your girlfriend." Izana teased. Tips of Rindous ears went red either in embarrassment or anger. "She is real!" he argued this time glancing up from his phone. "A body pillow doesn't count!" Ran added making Izana burst out laughing again. "Come on little bro, why don't you come with us to the party tonight let's find you a real girl, you know one that isn't imaginary." Ran lazily slung his arm around Rins shoulders a smirk still present on his face. "Fine, I'll come to the stupid party with my very much alive and real girlfriend." Rin huffed and puffed before leaving behind a snickering Ran and Izana. He mumbled a couple of curses underneath his breath as he walked to his girlfriends apartment.

"Alright how do I look?" you stepped out of the bathroom dressed beautifully. Rin was sitting on the bed his mouth hanging open eyes wide. You had on a black silk dress that hugged your body in all the right places. It looked like it was tailored just for you." Rin sweety are you okay?" you asked waving a hand in front of his face. "Yeah, just admiring how stunning my girlfriend looks." he whispered in your ear. You grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the bed. Rin spun you around admiring how beautiful you looked. "How did I get so lucky with a goddess like you?" he cooed wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled sweetly it was like music to his ears. "I don't deserve you." you smiled. "Come on let's go before were more late that we already are." he grabbed your hand and led you outside to your ride.

Once you two arrived to the party you left to go mingle and talk with some of your friends, meanwhile Rindou went to sit with his friends and brother. "Soo Rinnie where's that girlfriend you spoke off, I don't see her." Ran teased. "She's talking with her friends." Rin answered grabbing a red cup Izana handed him. "Come on Rindou you can't keep this up. Come with me let's find you a real girl there's plenty of beautiful women at the party." Kakucho chimed in. Rindou didn't bother to even respond he just sent them a bored look and continued scrolling on his phone. "Fine then, if you don't want to get laid tonight I do." Izana chuckled and went to talk to some girls.

About fifteen or so minutes later Izana came back. "You won't believe me. But I talked with this super hot girl. I think her name was Y/n or something but anyway she was super hot and even a little sweet and polite. She was dressed in a black silk dress and you won't believe the way she looked." upon hearing the mention of your name Rindou perked up a little." Ah little bros interested in the sound of this girl." Ran teased." Here she is walking over to us right now." Izana said excitedly. Rindou turned his head and saw you walking in his direction. A slight smirk tugged at his lips knowing what was gonna happen next." Hey babe." Rin greeted you taking a hold of your hand and pulling you to sit next to him with his arm draped around your shoulders. "You're kidding?!" Izana said in disbelief. "That's your girlfriend?!" Ran asked. Rindou just looked at you before lightly placing a peck on your lips. "Well I've gotta hand it to you Rinnie, didn't think you had it in you." Ran still couldn't believe what he was seeing. "I told you." Rindou said with a shit eating grin on his face.

[66sharkteeth]

Time for my weekly thoughts and man this week is a frustrating one. It was just supposed to be a cute episode w/ a sad little moment between Claude and his dad and a sweet one between Desmond and his sister but I'm so concerned for the reading comprehension of so many people after this one.

First, the one I saw talked about most-

For christ sake, YES, they can technically have kids. But you have seen the result of a human and blank having a kid. Remember Rex living in his basement for 18 years?? Remember the literal PROTESTS about the last half-blank that was born? And how she was going to be sent to a lab?? Yes, they can technically have damn children!! But nobody in their right mind CHOOSES to have a half-blank! That is all Desmond meant. Second, this was originally supposed to be commentary on just...how weird it is he's even thinking about that lol. Like I'm ngl, I always find it really weird how...interested people are in my characters breeding. Any time there's any sign of romance between a male and female character, there's tons of comments on what that would mean for their children when children aren't even a concept in their minds rn. Like why do you care what percent blank Rex and Nia would have? You think Nia's even remotely thinking about that rn? Idk, it's ALWAYS weirded me out when that's the first question people have about a ship, but it's a VERY common question, so I wanted Rosie to call out how weird it is lol. If you're one of those people who asks that tho... Then idk. Sorry. I think that's a little weird of ya!! I get eventually wondering it but why is it like always the first concern?

Second:

Rolling over more so from last week, the amount of people shocked in the recent episodes Claude is a Blank? I already ranted about this a bit in a previous post, but the amount of people acting like this is the first they're hearing of this....seriously makes me question my writing and also sad how little people must be actually reading this. There are so many instances of Claude without his mask, flat out stating he's a blank, seen with blank space, and most blatantly, stealing a drug that is only intended for blanks? And implying he's gonna use it?? Like at this point, you must just be skipping any chapters where Claude is on screen and it makes me feel like I'm wasting my time writing his scenes.

Lastly... And this one has been baffling me since season 2:

WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE THINK JAY IS A GIRL??!!!??!???!

He has AMAB anatomy, he's use he/him pronouns the entire series, and his siblings call him "brother." Is it his hair???? Because even that was inspired by a male character!! (Usopp from One Piece) This one's been a mystery to me since s2 when he was introduced. Is it just people assume a person raising their siblings like a single parent must be a girl?? Or is it less deep than that?

Sorry for such a cranky weekly thoughts but oml I just...couldn't even enjoy the comments about Desmond being a silly protective brother because it's just one of those weeks where I feel like everyone's skipping every episode that isn't entirely focused on Rex.

[undoing-anobrains]

you bring me home

part five

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wc- 3.4K

There truly wasn't a more rewarding feeling for Caroline than peeling off her scrubs at the end of a long day. During her time off where she had been apart of a large global research project investigating the possibilities of electron powered beams becoming more mainstream and not being restricted to highly specialised treatment sites, the thing she had missed most was interacting with patients. They were the reason she became interested in the career in the first place.

Getting to witness the difference she made in her patients lives was what motivated her to keep going everyday, no matter how stressful things got. That kind of feeling couldn't be matched in academic work where you didn't actually get to see the way your research could change somebody's prognosis. Knowing that her actions literally saved lives fuelled her, pushed her to keep advocating for her patients ensuring their needs were met.

On her way out of the hospital Caroline chatted idly to one of the other girls who worked on her unit, groaning internally when she caught sight of the rain pelting against the path staining it a deep grey with an unrivalled ferocity - so much for it supposedly being summer. She was not looking forward to walking back to the studio in this downpour without an umbrella. 

Somehow the universe must have heard the string of explicit insults running through her mind because suddenly, like a mythical apparition of sorts, Louis pulls up in a car she recognises to be Matty's and he comes to a startling halt at the side of the road. Offering a quick goodbye to Mara, Caroline doesn't hesitate to jump into the empty passenger seat of the car and get shelter from the torrent drenching her clothes.

"I would ask what you're doing here, but boy am I glad to see you so I won't," were the first words that left Caroline's mouth once she closed the door. 

"Matty sent me," Louis said bluntly, as if tossing a casual bombshell into the conversation. Caroline's heart gave an involuntary flutter, a reaction she quickly masked behind a raised eyebrow.

Louis was so brusque with his delivery sometimes. As if he isn't fully aware of how Caroline won't spend the rest of the ride home figuring out what his intention was. She doesn't want to read too much into it. To allow herself even entertain feelings she's trying to keep under lock and key. 

“Oh, really?" Caroline responded with a calculated nonchalance, though her mind was already racing, attempting to decipher the motives behind Matty's unexpected gesture. She mentally chastised herself for even contemplating the idea that it might be more than just a thoughtful offer.

Louis seemed unperturbed by her reaction, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the steering wheel. "Yeah, he wanted to come and get you himself when he noticed it had started pouring, but him and George have been stuck doing album promo all day. So, he thought he'd spare you the rain."

The sweetness of the gesture tugged at Caroline's heartstrings, but she quickly reined in her emotions. She had learned to keep her feelings in check, to guard her heart against the unexpected. "Oh, that was kind of him," she replied, her tone nonchalant, though a soft warmth settled in her chest. "I appreciate you coming, Lou. Even if it is extremely embarrassing that the kid I used to babysit is driving me home."

Louis laughed, a sound that was a blend of amusement and camaraderie. "Trust me, Caro, I'm getting a kick out of it too. Ten times right?"

Caroline smirked at the memory, it was genuinely impressive how many times she'd failed. Poor Hann had been an absolute saint and she was still making it up to him to this day by buying his drinks whenever they hung out. "Uncalled for," she shook her head playfully "you don't see me bringing up the November 2014 incident at any given moment do you?."

Louis paled "yeah no, let's repress that memory again thanks."

The drive continued in comfortable silence, the sound of rain pattering against the windows providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Caroline's gaze wandered out to the city streets, her thoughts a mixture of gratitude and confusion. She couldn't help but replay Louis' words in her mind, dissecting the intentions behind them.

"Actually, Lou," she began, her tone casual but laced with curiosity, "I've been meaning to ask...is there any particular reason why I've been coming home to dinner everyday. Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's actually pretty good."

Louis glanced at her with a sly grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, you mean aside from the fact that Matty seems to think you're incapable of eating or getting home without some sort of assistance?"

Caroline rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, come on. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Louis chuckled again, a knowing look in his eyes. "I don't doubt that for a second, Caro. But you've got to admit, he's kind of got a point. You're a bit of a workaholic."

Caroline sighed, her lips curving into a reluctant smile. "Fine, I'll give him that much. But it's not like I'm incapable of cooking or getting home. He's just... being overly nice."

Louis smirked, a teasing edge to his voice. "Overly nice, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?"

Caroline couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head at Louis' playful antics. "You're a troublemaker, you know that?"

Louis shrugged nonchalantly, his grin unapologetic. "Someone's got to keep things interesting. And well, you guys have been very entertaining recently.

"How so?" Caroline quirked an eyebrow playing dumb.

He leaned back against the car headrest, his expression seemingly permanently mischievous now. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but you and Matty are starting to look a lot like an old married couple."

Caroline burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, come on, Louis. Don't be ridiculous."

Louis grinned, clearly enjoying her reaction. "I'm serious! I mean, the way he's making you coffee every morning, late night chats,  cooking dinner for you... It's all very domestic, isn't it?"

Caroline shook her head, trying to suppress her laughter. "You're reading way too much into it, Louis. We're just friends."

"Sure, just friends," Louis replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I've seen couples with less chemistry, that's all I'm saying."

Caroline rolled her eyes, unable to hide her amusement. "Louis, you're impossible."

He winked at her, his grin widening. "Hey, just looking out for my honorary and hopefully future big sister. Make me best man at the wedding yeah?"

Caroline couldn't help but chuckle at Louis' antics . "Trust me, there's nothing going on between us. Although in the hypothetical scenario that there was...you and G are probably fighting for that title."

Louis gave her a mock salute. "Rude, here I was thinking I was your favourite brother. But don't say I didn't warn you when Matty starts insisting on holding hands and sharing a toothbrush."

Caroline shook her head, laughing softly. "You're incorrigible."

Louis opened his arms in a dramatic gesture. "Hey, I'm just here to provide quality entertainment."

Upon their return to the studio they discover that Matty and George aren't home. Caroline is worried momentarily until she notices that Mayhem is also gone and since the rain has just cleared up she figures they've just brought him for a walk. Louis promptly busies himself with calling back his mum, leaving Caroline to eat dinner alone.

She's extremely touched when she unwraps the tinfoil covering a blue ceramic dish left by the stove for her. The boys seem to take turns with cooking meals but she can tell that this is Matty's handywork as soon as she unveils it. As much as he takes the piss out of her for constantly eating vegan dishes while not actually being a vegan he seems to make an effort and actually go out of his way to respect it when he is responsible for making dinner. And in perhaps the most surprising turn of events since the beginning of lockdown - he's actually turned into a half decent cook.

These altered dynamics and sudden domesticity was like finding the missing pieces of a puzzle she hadn't realised was incomplete. With every smile he offered, every inside joke they shared, a new piece fell into place, revealing a picture she had ripped up years ago and buried deep down. His presence filled the gaps she had never acknowledged, his laughter stitching together the moments of joy she had overlooked. Each stolen glance, each shared silence, they were like intricately carved fragments that slid seamlessly into the mosaic of emotions she held for him.

Her mind wandered back to the days when she was engaged, when she believed she had found her forever. The memories were tinged with a bittersweet taste now, as if a layer of clarity had been added to the recollections of her past. And as the pieces fell into place, she couldn't help but acknowledge the stark contrast between her past and her present.

It was a truth that, once seen, couldn't be unseen. Matty's reappearance in her life had been a revelation. One that had dug up her past affections and put them on display again. She had made such an effort once she finally realised that she was never going to be anything more than George's little sister and a fan to him to move on and get over him. Yet as fate would have it he had ambushed her heart once again. It was never overly grand gestures but Caroline had never been keen on overdramatic declarations of love, it was the little things, the daily acts of kindness that wove a tapestry of warmth around her.

The realisation dawned on her with a quiet ache—the depth of effort Matty put into making her feel special was unlike anything she had experienced before. From the mornings when he ensured there was a steaming cup of coffee waiting for her to the evenings where they would bring Mayhem out on long walks along the winding, isolated country roads never shutting up, to the times where he did his interviews in the same room as her when she had time off work because he valued her company even if her mere presence did distract him constantly, he consistently showed up for her in ways that her ex-fiancé never did.

It wasn't just the material gestures, though. It was the late-night conversations that brought solace, the unexpected text messages that brightened her day, and the moments of shared laughter that became the soundtrack of their newfound relationship? If you could call it that - it was a difficult thing to define, her and Matty. In his own way, he had dismantled the barriers she had built around herself, her walls had come crumbling down for the very man she had built them because of in the first place.

And as she compared the two timelines—the emptiness of her engagement versus the fullness of her current interactions—it was impossible to ignore the truth. Matty had effortlessly become a pillar of support, an unexpected source of comfort, and a friend who genuinely cared. Of course there was the added support network of George who really couldn't have been a better brother to her during one of the hardest times in her life and Louis as well. Still she marvelled at the reality that he had done more for her in these few months than her ex-fiancé had managed in their years together.

The studio was bathed in a soft, warm light as Caroline pushed open the door later that evening. Matty and George had come home sometime in the last two hours but Caroline had been completely in her own world and deeply engrossed in a book so she hadn't heard them get back. She had decided to drop in to the studio where she could hear that either Matty or George or perhaps both were currently to personally thank Matty for the meal he had prepared earlier and for sending Louis to pick her up from work. She knew the band's new album was about to be released, and she couldn't help but be amazed by the fact that, despite the imminent excitement, they were apparently already immersed in creating new music.

As she walked further into the studio, her eyes fell on Matty, engrossed in front of a mixing board. His fingers danced across the buttons and sliders with a practiced grace, his head nodding to an unheard rhythm. He seemed lost in his world of sounds and melodies, a world that she was slowly learning to appreciate and understand.

"Hey," she called out, her voice breaking through his concentration.

Matty turned to her, a warm smile lighting up his features. "Hey, Caro. Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

Caroline shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Thought I'd drop by and thank you properly for dinner and the ride."

Matty's smile grew, his expression sincere. "You're welcome. It's the least I could do."

Caroline's gaze wandered around the studio, taking in the equipment and instruments that had become so familiar to her. "You're already working on new music? Even before the album's out?"

Matty chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Can't really turn off the creativity, you know? Besides, I've got all these ideas buzzing in my head."

Caroline nodded, understanding the sentiment. "Well, I don't want to interrupt your creative flow, but I just wanted to say thanks."

Matty walked over to her, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm. "You didn't interrupt anything, Caro. I'm always up for a break."

He led her towards the mixing board, encouraging her to take a seat. "Ever played around with one of these?"

Caroline shook her head, her curiosity piqued. "Not really. I'm more on the receiving end of music, not the creating part."

Matty grinned, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and anticipation. "Oh come on, you're G's sister you're bound to be a natural. How about we change that tonight? I'll show you the basics."

As he began explaining the different controls and how they impacted the sound, Caroline found herself engrossed in his words. There was something entrancing about the way he spoke about music, his passion evident in every gesture and expression. She tentatively adjusted some of the sliders under his guidance, a sense of accomplishment filling her when she heard the subtle changes in the mix.

"See like I said, you're a natural," Matty praised, his gaze fixed on her.

Caroline shrugged modestly, a smile tugging at her lips. "I've got a great teacher."

Matty's eyes held a warmth that sent a flutter through her chest. "You know, Caro, you've got a real talent for this. Maybe you missed your calling as a producer. You could give George a run for his money."

Caroline chuckled, the compliment making her heart skip a beat. "I think I'll stick to radiation therapy, but this is definitely a fun change of pace."

Matty's playful smile turned more serious, his eyes searching hers. "What you don't want to give up saving lives to mess around with your favourite band? Shocking," his voice grew more teasing at the end.

The intensity in his gaze sent a rush of emotions through her, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged with unspoken words. "But enough of the technical stuff for now," he declared with a grin. "How about we take a break and I play you something?"

Caroline's face lit up, and she eagerly agreed. Matty reached for his guitar, his fingers moving with practiced ease across the strings. The melody that flowed from the instrument was hauntingly beautiful, each note woven into the fabric of the studio's atmosphere.

Caroline closed her eyes, allowing the music to wash over her. It was as if the melody held a story, an untold narrative that resonated deep within her. And then, with a delicate flourish, Matty transitioned into a different progression, the notes taking on a more uplifting quality.

As the last chord lingered, Caroline opened her eyes and looked at Matty with an appreciative smile. "That was amazing," she murmured. "You have a gift, Matty."

Matty's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Thanks, Caro. I'm glad you liked it."

But Caroline wasn't done yet. "Actually," she said, her eyes lighting up, "could you play that last part again? It just... it evokes something in me."

Matty complied, his fingers gracefully replaying the progression. Caroline listened closely, allowing the melody to fill her senses. And then, almost instinctively, her lips parted, and she began to hum along with the music.

Matty's eyes widened, captivated by the unexpected harmony that emerged. He watched Caroline with fascination as she hummed, her expression lost in the music. When she finally stopped, he was almost disappointed, as if a spell had been broken.

"That was beautiful," Matty said softly, his gaze locked onto hers.

Caroline blushed, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. "Thank you. The melody just... spoke to me."

Matty's fingers idly strummed the guitar strings as he considered her words. "You know," he began slowly, "there's something about the way you hummed along that triggered an idea."

Caroline tilted her head, intrigued. "An idea? What kind of idea?"

A thoughtful smile played on Matty's lips. "I've been struggling to find the right lyrics for this piece. But when you hummed along, a line popped into my head." He paused for a moment, as if testing the words. And then, he looked at her with a newfound excitement. "I want to get it right this time."

Caroline blinked, taken aback by the simplicity and depth of those words. They held a resonance that seemed to mirror their own journey, their growing connection that defied their initial expectations. It was as if Matty had captured the essence of their shared emotions in that single line.

She smiled softly, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. "That's... perfect," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "It encapsulates so much."

Matty's grin was infectious, a reflection of his own satisfaction with the discovery. "I think you just helped me find the missing piece, Caro."

For once it seemed that Matty was the one who was staring and Caroline was the one who kept meeting her gaze with a grin. There was something about the way in which Matty looked at her. It was tender, sweet and even loving? Matty made her feel like she deserved to be loved and to be worthy of such a man's attention was mind blowing to her. How he'd managed to creep his way into Caroline's heavily guarded heart she didn't fully understand but at the same time she treasured his position there.

“Why are you looking at me like that?" Caroline dared to ask.

Matty appeared confused for a moment before answering "like what?"

"Like I'm someone special."

"You are someone special though," Matty replied with an air of nonchalance "especially to me."

Caroline was in complete disbelief "I don't see why. I don't exactly have the best track record of having people believe that."

Matty paused briefly "that might be your opinion," he told her softly "but beauty is subjective and I think you're fucking stunning. You have this aura around you Caroline, one that puts everyone at ease but could simultaneously entrance everyone. You're the type of person people fall in love with even if you or your idiot ex don't realise that."

“You don’t mean that,” Caroline laughed “right?”

It seemed as though she wasn’t going to get an answer though because her brother happened to have the worst timing in the world as he walked in to join them. Normally he was quite clued into the energy of a room but thankfully he didn’t pick up on the way Caroline practically jumped out of her skin at his sudden arrival or the way they immediately went silent upon him opening the door and sitting in between them. But from the look Matty sent her when George was fixated on the mixing board in front of him, she knew one thing. This conversation wasn’t over.

[beanghostprincess]

Hear me out: alive!Lami×Ikkaku. This is purely because Trafalgar Water D. Law will never let anyone even touch his prescious little sister unless he knows them very well.

I want to kiss your brain. C'mon. I'm kissing your brain. I love this. I love your brain.

Lami survives somehow. Use plot magic. I don't care. Law and her meet again Sabo/Luffy style but in a different way. And he's so protective of her. SO protective of his sister. It's insane. She grew up to be gorgeous (obviously. Look at Law. His sister has to be equally as stunning. But even more because girls are always prettier) and she's extremely smart and sweet and he refuses to let anybody hurt her (but also she won't stop teasing him too. In a sweet way. It's just cute to see her laugh at him sometimes for being that protective). The thing is-- I can totally imagine Law having to threaten everyone in the crew to keep them from flirting with her, and then she's like "Oh no, it's fine. I'm a lesbian, anyway" and Law goes "Oh, fuck, I am so happy right now- We might have more things in common now than when we were kids" and then the guys are like "Huh????? You aren't going to threaten Ikkaku then???" and Law goes "........ No" and he doesn't explain further. But actually, he doesn't dislike the idea of Lami and Ikkaku dating at all because they're both really important to him and if his sister has to date somebody he wants it to be somebody he trusts. And preferably not a man. Then he kind of regrets it when they actually start dating and Ikkaku is the most annoying little bitch to him after that 😭 He can't give a crewmate the "I fucked your sister" card. He's stupid. Now there's no going back. He finds them cute but still, that's his girl. His sister. His light. And also he didn't have the chance to see her grow up so it's kind of eating him inside to see her with a girlfriend already-- But whatever. Lami and Ikkaku power couple. If they get in a fight with another crew and attack Lami, both Ikkaku and Law go protect her and Ikkaku helps her out first and she won't stop teasing Law about it and it bothers him soooo much. Hilarious. But also his sister is in good hands so it's alright <3 Also, his crew really needs another girl. Law lesbian supporter.

Quick edit: Whoever sent me this, please send me another ask abt this and more of your thoughts bc I want to expand mine but I have things to do now-- And I want you to know if I talk about it,,

[badgirlswrld]

˚ ༘♡ CHARACTERS: Yunseo ‘Cloe’ Lim, Sanghee Park

˚ ༘♡ SUMMARY: In an attempt to mend thier relationship, Sanghee and Cloe discuss their problems. That simply doesn’t go as planned.

˚ ༘♡ WARNINGS: lots of cursing, Sanghee is a big bully, So is Cloe, arguing, yelling, suffocating mentioned as a metaphor, not anything else I believe! if I need to anything else plspls lmk <33

˚ ༘♡ ⋆ Sanghee shifted uneasily, feeling the room becoming hotter by the second. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself before fixing her gaze on the girl in front of her.

"So..." Sanghee began, trying to read Cloe. Cloe casually flipped her hair over her shoulder and crossed her legs, leaning back in her seat. She shifted her gaze from the floor to Sanghee, giving her a judgmental look. Sanghee was already annoyed with her.

"Why don't we just act like nothing happened? Go back to normal like always," Cloe insisted. However, Sanghee sighed and shook her head.

"Yunseo, come on. I can't keep doing this. I'm not going to pretend to love you every second a camera is on me because there's always a camera on me and I don't love you," Sanghee stated with a blank expression.

"That's fair. Then should I leave the group? Or should you? I mean, seriously, you're telling me that's easier?" Cloe marveled, arching her eyebrows sarcastically. She smirked, observing Sanghee's growing irritation.

"No, that's not what I mean. They sent us in here to fix our issue. So let's fix it," Sanghee sternly replied, tilting her head as a gesture for Cloe to respond.

"I'm not the one with the issue, Sanghee," Cloe assured, subtly rolling her eyes and looking away.

"Well, I guess I'm the one with the issue then, Yunseo," Sanghee began, raising her voice. "My issue is that I can't stand the way you act. You're a spoiled brat and the biggest asshole I've ever met. There," she smiled.

"I'm an asshole, huh? Which one of us is in a new scandal every week? Which one of us can't keep a boyfriend for more than a month?" Cloe retorted, with a cocky smile forming on her doll-like face.

"See? You're an asshole. You're rude, and you can't deal with the fact that nobody actually likes you," Sanghee continued, Narrowing her eyes at the younger girl, Cloe gritted her teeth and shifted in her seat.

"Everyone likes me, are you kidding me?" She snarled, her honey-sweet voice masking false confidence. A feeling of insecurity washed over her. That hit a nerve, Sanghee thought.

"Nobody likes you, Yunseo. Maybe if you were nicer and didn't get your job because of daddy's money, someone would," Sanghee taunted, a big smirk on her face. She leaned back and watched Cloe spring out of her seat. She enjoyed pushing Cloe's buttons, making her feel inferior and insignificant in this world. It gave her a sense of pride. Cloe scoffed, turning on her heel to face the opposite direction, unable to look at Sanghee any longer. Sanghee watched as Cloe wandered off inside the office, finding a spot in front of the large window and focusing on the view of the city outside. Sanghee's voice quickly pierced the calm silence, and Cloe hesitantly turned around.

"Yunseo, I know I'm an asshole sometimes, I know I have issues, but at least I'm making an effort to stop," Sanghee chided, pushing herself out of the chair and standing up. Cloe clenched her jaw, digging her nail gently into her palm.

"I don't have an issue, Sanghee. Stop trying to convince me that I'm the problem," Cloe warned, speaking in a low tone. She closed her eyes, attempting to shut out Sanghee's voice.

"Yunseo, wake the fuck up. You're so fucking entitled, like you're a goddamn princess. You're so rude to me, to Lisha, to Joohwa, to Taehee, to fucking Erena. I mean, seriously, you get everything handed to you on a silver platter and do nothing but bitch and moan that you don't have more!" Sanghee snapped. As Cloe heard the words drip from Sanghee's lips, she felt every muscle tighten. It was as if the words were meant to seep into every crevice of her being, taking over her every step, every thought, every breath she dared to take. Sanghee noticed the shift in Cloe's demeanor and continued, "News flash, Yunseo, you don't get everything you want in life. Do you think I want to be doing this right now? Seriously, Yunseo, you need a goddamn reality check. When did you become this fucking deluded? You're sitting here trying to convince yourself that people like you, when you do nothing but piss everybody off because you're so fucking insecure! So insecure that you act like a bitch because it's the only way to make you feel better than anyone else!" Sanghee roared, catching her breath for a moment as she got caught up in her own words. She stared into Cloe's teary eyes, smirking, as she gently caressed Cloe's cheek, she dared to move closer.

"You're such a miserable fucking person. So fucking miserable... I mean, you're a fucking train wreck, Yunseo, one that everyone wants to just clean itself up and disappear because your existence is that fucking unbearable to be around," Sanghee stated, her voice hushing itself as she accentuated every word. Each word held a heavy weight, dropping onto Cloe like a ton of bricks. Sanghee watched her closely, observing her body slightly twitch, her eyes widening just a fraction, her breathing growing erratic and uncontrolled. And she loved every moment of it.

Cloe was left stunned for a moment, staring at Sanghee, who was now inches away from her face. Cloe felt like the room had closed in on her. She couldn't believe Sanghee could stand there and read her like a goddamn book, making her feel so unbelievably helpless. A kind of helplessness you feel when you're all alone after a nightmare. A nightmare that leaves you sobbing, shaking, unable to shake away the disgusting images your own mind created. Her breath hitched as the silence grew unbearable between them. Cloe's expression of shock shifted to a scowl, and she shoved Sanghee's chest, forcing Sanghee's hand to drop from her cheek as she stumbled back. Cloe regained her balance, realizing she had to get out. She had to leave that room before she suffocated under Sanghee's presence. She quickly brushed past the taller girl, snatching her purse from her seat, and stormed towards the door.

"Do whatever you want, Yunseo. But remember... kicking me out of the group won't make you a better person," Sanghee commented. Cloe stopped in her tracks, feeling like she'd been struck by lightning. Her entire body and mind snapped like a stretched rubber band. Her vision went fuzzy for a moment. She took a shaky breath, looking at the floor in a daze.

"And you know I'm right, which is why you're so upset right now... You're pathetic," Sanghee sneered.

"Shut the hell up! Just shut up! Why do you never shut your goddamn mouth? It's just talk and talk and talk constantly. I don't care!" Cloe droned, turning away from the door and throwing her purse to the floor. The sound of Cloe's heels clinking across the floor painfully echoed in the office. Once again, the two girls stood face to face, but Sanghee was now the one with widened eyes and shaky breath. But not because she was scared, helpless, or shocked. No, because she had pushed Cloe to her limit, again. And she was proud. She was proud she had that effect on such a complicated girl. It fascinated her.

"I do not give a single shit about what makes me a better person, Sanghee," Cloe spat between gritted teeth, turning on her heel. She strutted back to the door, fixing her hair and brushing off her dress before leaving the room and snatching up her purse from the floor. The door slammed shut as she left, leaving Sanghee alone and bewildered in the office. Her mouth agape, Sanghee thought to herself for a moment. She didn’t enjoy that. That’s a lie, she enjoyed it more than she should've. But, a lingering guilt ached inside her stomach. She didn’t want this to turn out this way. She just can’t help it, Cloe is so very easy to anger, so easy to break. She’s fragile, she’s fragile like antique china dishes, and Sanghee enjoys threatening to shatter her, but never truly getting the job done. Yet, she felt the urge to hold her after, to make her feel better, to glue her back together as if nothing happened. Cloe just hasn’t given her the chance to try that yet. She squeezed her eyes shut for a split second, ignoring her lingering feelings and thoughts, before leaving the office room as if nothing had happened.

[howlingday]

you dong reeally good yang and blake au keep up at it

First / Second / Previously

"And here we have your dorm, Team JNPR." Professor Port said, waving his hand to the door. "Here, you shall share the adventure that is camaraderie, self-improvement, and dare I say, maybe even romantic pursuits?" He wiggled his bush mustache with a chuckle, though it was only amusing to one student. Two of them blushed and looked away, while the third simply stared with dull eyes. "But there will be enough time for that later. You may awaken at any time prior to your first class, but we expect all students to be in their seats before class begins at eight."

"Eight at night?" Nora bounced off the heels of her rabbit feet.

"Ho ho! That is quite the... terrible idea, actually." Professor Port answered, furrowing his brow in thought. He quickly shook his head. "But no, eight in the morning. Breakfast will be served until seven forty-five." He then opened the door, allowing the students into their new home. "Your scrolls should unlock this door, the same as any teaching faculty member may enter, should the need arise." He stepped away, turning away. "This marks the end of your tour around campus. Should you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. I will leave you four to get settled in."

The large professor then left, leaving the four students alone in their room. The thin, blond boy with a hanging dog tail quickly ran into what was the bathroom. The sounds of retching filled the room, making a proper introduction pretty much impossible. However, this did nothing to stop the other three from making their intros to one another.

"I'm Nora, and this is Ren!" The girl pulled the taller boy closer to her. "We're best friends! Together since we were kids!" She then stopped herself. "Oh, but not together-together, you know?"

"I... guess?" Pyrrha flicked her large, round chinchilla ears. "I'm Pyrrha Nikos."

"Well, we already knew that! Right, Ren?" The tall boy simply hummed in agreement.

"Oh." Pyrrha sighed when suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Shambling out was their leader, a pale and sickly-looking boy. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." He groaned, wiping his forehead. "I just need to take my medicine."

"If you die, can Pyrrha be our leader?"

"Nora!" Ren chided, the first words to come out of his mouth. "I'm very sorry about her. What was your name again?"

"I'm Jaune, Jaune Arc." Suddenly, he got a second wind, standing up straight to look confident. His tail even wagged a little. "Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it."

"Was your puke short and sweet when it rolled off your tongue?" Nora asked, earning another chide and apology from Ren.

Pyrrha simply giggled. "Do you need any help, Jaune? We are partners after all."

"Yeah, we are, huh?" Jaune's tail seemed to wag a bit more.

---------------------------------------------------

"Are you sure this is the right person, ma'am?"

"Well, you don't see anyone else, do you, Emerald?" Cinder replied. "Are you Marcus Black?"

The boy heaved heavy breaths as he stood on shaky legs. There was blood all over his shirt and it seemed like every breath was agony for him. He looked up to the two, taller women and answered them.

"No, I'm Mercury. Marcus is my dead." With a light groan, pointing to the burning house behind him. "He was in there."

"Was?" Cinder asked. "Did he leave?"

"Kinda." The boy answered. "He's dead. He's dead and I killed him."

The boy was still in shock, clearly. Not taking any chances, Cinder sent Emerald to the house to confirm. Unfortunately, the boy was right and the assassin they needed was dead inside, buried under a burning support beam. This put a wrench in Cinder's plans, but not for long as she smiled at the boy being tended to by Emerald.

"How would you like to come with us?" Cinder asked, sweetly as a serpent to a mouse. With nowhere else to go, Mercury joined the serpent, and her green-haired friend.

[kalliyen]

Kids, Am I Right?

Pairing: Lee Heeseung x Female!Reader

Featuring: Lee Heeseung of Enhypen

Genre: College AU, Babysitters AU, Fluff

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warning: Mention of Children, some grammatical errors sorry about that

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY FICTION, DO NOT TAKE SERIOUSLY

All Heeseung wanted to do for spring break was hang out with his friends at the arcade and sleep ‘till noon.

Because as a stressed out college student who studies IT? He barely gets any sleep, but let's be honest. What college student gets to sleep 8 hours everyday?

But no, he has to volunteer at a stupid kids daycare as 'punishment' because he passed one of his assignments a month past the due date.

And when his professor was lecturing him, he had the guts to say "Better late then never right, teach?"

He had to volunteer for 2 months.

When he told his college friends they all showed sympathy, but honestly this might teach Heeseung a lesson.

Entering previously mentioned daycare, Heeseung was already looking forward to the end of his punishment.

Seriously, he saw kids literally climbing on the receptionist table and running around the main lobby, what he assumes to be the teachers, frantically catching said rascals.

"Oh, Hello! What brings you here?" A voice asks him.

He turns to the voice and his voice gets caught in his throat, causing him to stutter, god that was embarrassing

"H-hi, I'm here uh under Mr. Kwon? He said he contacted the place that I- uh would arrive here?"

"Right.." She says, typing something on her computer. "Name please?"

"Lee Heeseung, I'm a student at HYBE University"

"Oh yeah! Dad mentioned something about expecting you, come right in!"

'Dad...?' Heeseung thought, 'this pretty girl is old man Kwon's daughter?'

While they're walking to one of the kids rooms, she takes time to make small talk.

"I'm Y/N By the way, Mr. Kwon's daughter. Since you mentioned you go to HYBE University, I go there too! I study secondary education, which is why I work part-time here at the daycare, don't worry about the kids, they really sweet once you get to know them!"

"That's cool, how long have you been working part-time here?" He asks, "About 3 months" She answers.

Since she introduced herself, he decided he would give a bit about himself as well.

"Well, I'm Heeseung, as you know, I'm an IT student and currently in my 3rd year"

After taking care of these kids for less then 2 hours, he knew.

‘This is gonna be the longest two months of my life’

Hey, at least he could cheer himself up by looking at your pretty face!

Seeing you taking care of those rowdy kids and calming them down, it sent a little bug in his stomach, making him feel all tingly inside.

Weird.

After 2 weeks, he was finally getting used to these kids and getting a hang of the ropes, he was so thankful for Y/N, because without her he would have probably died because of these 4 year olds already.

The kids actually really liked him, and they also seemed to pick up on the little crush Heeseung had on you.

“Hee-hyung! Hee-hyung!” One kid, whose name was Jaeyun, called out to him

“Yes Jaeyun?” Heeseung says, picking up the 4 year old.

You were in the same room as him, helping two little girls with their artworks.

“Is N/N-noona your girlfriend?” Jaeyun asks

Heeseung chokes on his own spit, and unbeknownst to you, who was too busy helping the girls, which Heeseung was so grateful for right now. Because damn that would’ve been embarrassing if you’d seen his red tinted cheeks.

“N-no, Jaeyun, N/N is not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend”

“Well why not? She’s really nice and pretty, and you’re always with her!” The 4 year old retorts

“My mama says when you’re like that with a girl, you’re her boyfriend!” Jaeyun adds.

‘Well damn, this 4 year old already knows about dating more than he knows about math.’

After both your shifts at the daycare, Heeseung offers to walk you home, his reasoning was ‘because I don’t want you to get lost, it’s kinda late already’ even thought it was just 5 pm in the evening.

Though you didn’t argue, you really liked his presence.

So here you two were, walking towards your home, in silence.

Not to say the silence was unbearable, but it was pretty unbearable.

So he decided to speak up, to break the awkward tension.

“So..Y/N…are you doing anything this weekend?”

You were slightly taken a back, but you tried to hide your excitement, not wanting to get your hopes too high.

“No, I don’t have anything to do this weekend, why?” You answered him after a while.

“I- I uh, would you want to hang out with me this weekend? I uhm, would love to take you out somewhere”

He got a bit nervous at your silence, but in reality, you were trying to contain your excitement.

“Yes! Yes Hee, I would love too” you were pretty sure your smile was so wide right now.

“Great! I wouldn’t know what to do if you said no” “Why would I ever say no to you, Hee?”

You both didn’t know it, but you were already at the gate of your home, until you looked away from Heeseung.

“Well, this is me…I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah tomorrow..”

“By the way, Hee?”

“Yeah?”

“I heard you and Jaeyun talking a while ago, and you know, I wouldn’t mind being your girlfriend.”

“I- YOU HEARD ABOUT THAT?”

“Well yeah silly! Jaeyun is a really loud kid, and he asked me the same question too a few days ago.”

“Wow, well I guess Jaeyun really wanted us to get together huh?”

“Yeah, kids am I right?”

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hey, I hope you are doing alright! I don’t know if someone already asked that before but I have a question: Would Gojo react differently when Rinko got sick, depending on the „story“ (Another Level, Physical Paradox, Gokudo).

Hi, sweet Anon! It's been forever since you sent this ask, but I'M FINALLY ANSWERING MAYBE???

I NEED TO STOP STRESSING ABOUT HOW TO ANSWER THESE ASKS AND JUST FUCKING ANSWER THEM AHHHHHH

Another Level:

During their FWB/Idiots in Love phase: He'd shoot her a text to see if she needed anything and bring it if she said she did. He'd check on her in person if it was something that lasted longer than a few days. Make sure she was eating and drinking enough.

Epilogue phase: Sweet and doting, but he doesn't coddle her because he knows it would just piss her off. Though, he will go overboard sometimes just to tease her as she starts feeling better. He makes sure she has tea and snacks and offers all the cuddles she'll tolerate. Still kisses her because he won't get sick, thanks to RCT. Gives her a hard time about using her own RCT to just get better already, but illness (like poison) is different than physical injuries, so she's not as efficient at it. At least, that's how I'm saying it works lol

But he makes sure she's resting and hydrating and is just really sweet with her 🥹

Physical Paradox:

Before they were dating: I actually have an installment planned for this! Without too many spoilers, he barges in and forces her to let him 'nurse her back to health' 😂😂

Dating While they were dating, he gave her cuddles and made sure she had medicine, ice packs, tea, and snacks. Declaring that he didn't care if he got sick because he wanted to spend time with her while they watched a movie together on her couch. When they were living apart because of school, he'd sit on the phone with her while she rested, double-checking that she had everything she needed and asking Geto to bring her stuff or get the twins to do it once they moved in with her!

Married Now, he takes care of the kids and keeps them out of her hair, which is a challenge because they are very clingy with Rinko. Eiji and Shirou are momma's boys to the max. And they don't like being kept from her, even though they do love spending time with Gojo.

He still checks on her periodically, making sure she has everything she could possibly need while she rests, keeping her laptop away from her so she doesn't try to work. And then snuggling once the kids are in bed, rubbing her back gently or just holding her close as she sleeps.

Gokudō:

I'm not really sure how this Gojo would act. I'm guessing that he'd probably pretend he didn't care but would send someone to check on her obsessively under the guise that he was irritated that she was behind on whatever job he'd asked her to do. But honestly? I have no clue 🙃🙃

[coreancitizen]

"Under the Queen's Umbrella" Episode 12: The crown prince and the queen dowager

One of the things I'd been looking forward to in this drama was another confrontation between Grand Prince Seongnam and his grandmother. We saw from the very beginning how little regard the queen dowager had for the four grand princes. The first time we saw Seongnam and his grandmother face off was in Episode 1 when the queen dowager punished the four princes for "ganging up" on their half-brother Uiseong. Grandma ordered them to kneel and Seongnam, defiance written all over his face, took his sweet time obeying her, even after Grams shouted "Now!"

I got my wish in Episode 12 and Grand Prince Seongnam — I'm sorry, the crown prince — did not disappoint. On his first day in his new role, this ballsy boy greeted his grandmother and immediately reminded her that he's no longer the scared and powerless young boy spending his first nights at the palace.

Right after the queen dowager told him he looked different in his new crown prince attire, he responded, "I must have gotten used to my life in the palace. I will fill my eyes with what I see, remember what I hear and if I must, speak forthrightly as the crown prince."

This was, of course, a direct response to the queen dowager's threat all those years ago, when the young prince, having been brought up in the hut village, was crying about how the palace was "too big" and "too scary." He'd asked about his trusty eunuch and had been told the queen dowager sent him away for trying to find out something he didn't need to know.

Queen dowager: "So why were you curious? Your useless curiousity did this to him. You should become used to the place. This will be your home from now on. In the palace, turn a blind eye, to things you see, forget things you hear and, if there is something you wish to say, keep your mouth shut. ... Good boy. Swallow it down, be it tears or curiousity, if you wish to protect what is precious to you."

I myself have been curious about the queen dowager's mystifying hatred for Kang. While she disapproved of all the grand princes, calling them a stain on the king's reputation, she seems to bear extra animus toward the second child of the queen. Why?? Her speculation regarding Kang's conception labeled him indecent even before his birth and was used as the rationale for taking him away from his mother and raising him outside the palace. It wasn't true, of course. This was debunked in Episode 11 when the queen finally reveals she was already pregnant before the old king passed away, that Seongnam wasn't conceived during the mourning period as the queen dowager alleged. Hwaryeong didn't fight it then because she was young and, seemingly, powerless, and the kingdom was at a turning point in its history as a new king ascended the throne.

But again, what was the point? Just to hurt and be mean to the woman who bore a title she would never have? I guess that would make sense in that evil woman's twisted mind.

She didn't stop there, of course. She declared early and often that she'd never allow any of the grand princes, much less, Seongnam, to take the throne. And she backed up her words with action: She bribed and schemed and, at one point, even tried to have him assassinated by a gang of robbers.

But despite all her scheming, Seongnam, or Lee Kang, did become the crown prince and he did not have any qualms reminding her of those threatening words she uttered to a poor, frightened kid more than 10 years ago.

However, Grandma had more threats. She pointed out that there is a dragon with four claws embroidered on the chest of the crown prince's robe. Only the king gets a dragon with five claws. She noted that a lot of crown princes actually don't get to wear all five (a reminder of his brother's death and implicit warning that he could be next).

But Seongnam has no problems with verbal sparring. "The use of the claws is more important than the amount. I shall not use those claws to dominate the people and hurt them, but to keep them safe." The "from the likes of you" was implicit.

[vichi60]

Someone recently sent me an ask box questioning what the story behind Aurora, Liam and Helena (my main oc group) would be, but I ended up deleting it while answering it accidentally, so I just wanted to say sorry for whoever it was and that I'll try answering it in this blog,,,, For that, I'll drop this artwork I made a while back but forgot to post just so this doesn't look boring!

Ok I'm not really used to sharing much information but here I goooooo

Basically! The gang meets at their school, which is a well known one around the place they all live in (somewhere in Brazil).

I actually set up the entire story to start with Liam and Aurora meeting. Liam is a new kid at said school (I'm figuring out a cool name for it so sorry for repeating that) and is met by surprised and confused looks from the class because of his hat. However, seeing the way he dresses, Aurora, who was already studying there for a while and was seen as sort of a weird kid, saw a chance to have a best friend who maybe she could hang out with. She calls him in to eat during the break and then they start bonding because of their love for sticker albums and all sorts of cool little stuff frlm day to day lives :D

As they go along, Helena and a friend of hers, who were used to being their little group to chat about the other students and make up stories about other people (not in a mean way, but just for the sake of it- like a coward over the shoulder move- I'm yet to define more about them too), are confused as to how Aurora and Liam are doing so good even with them not really interacting with others. Helena finds out that Aurora is actually really cool and sweet ans that Liam is really funny and outgoing at some point and is interested in joining in as well. Aaaand that's where I just didn't really figure out how it would happen. Many points that I actually have done of their story are just themes and dynamics I think would be cool and meaningful but that's it :,) sorry these were mostly ramblings but to whoever read it until this point and to the person who made the ask blog:

Thank you a lot :D

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, lactation kink, food kink, gum sharing, sick Dom, masterbation, toy play, grinding, breastfeeding, uncut Dom, top Dom, bottom Col, boys in love 🖤 Rating: explicit

Colson heard the footsteps behind him and he cringed, trying to hide the jar tucked in his arm. Dom already had a specific walk but the further along he got the more he… well the rapper didn't want to say waddled but… He caught when he stopped and sniffed, the scent obviously hitting him and the man tried to hurry to close the lid. Fuck he knew he'd be in trouble. He should have just thrown it out but it felt like a waste and honestly he missed the taste. "Kells?" Oh God, he only used his stage name normally if he was upset. "Tell me tha' ain't… tell me ya wouldn't fink to bring pickles under me roof."

"I didn't!" He huffed, chewing so fast the vinegar choked him and finally he just swallowed a bite almost whole. "Ash thought she was being nice, she didn't know. I was just… getting rid of them."

"Oh, you was getting rid of em? Ya couldn't jus' toss em out? It's like you don't want me anywhere near yas today." Dom could feel himself start to gag, his stomach going sour. He fucking hated pickles before the twins and now it was absolute torture.

The punk was wrong, he was actually desperate to have the boy close to him. He hadn't gotten to bottom in a while and it had really started to become a stress relief. He was getting overwhelmed with everything but he knew Dom couldn't anymore. Not until the babies were out but he never expected it to bother him so much. Maybe he had opened the snack to bug him just a little but he shouldn't punish his whelped mate. "I'm sorry." He sighed, standing up to take the jar to the trash but after tossing it he tried to hug his boyfriend and sent him rushing to the bathroom to throw up. Fuck.

Dom felt him following, the scent clinging to the bastard like bad hairspray, cloying and nauseating. He was able to keep from being sick by the grace of some fertility god and his strength of refusal but he made his alpha clean up. He didn't mean to be a picky bitch, that was the only hard rule. He treated the rapper like a biohazard as he sat on the toilet and watched. First Col had to brush his teeth, even adding a piece of mint gum just to make sure, change out of his clothes, and finally shower, Dom giving him directions every step of the way. By the time he was soaping up the vibe had switched, his stomach full of butterflies, his thighs sticky wet.

"I been so bloody nice to you about cravings ya wanker. Gloves are fucking off. For the week you get me wha'ever I want whenever." He snapped, spreading his legs under his oversized T-shirt as he tried to lean back and bury his fingers between his legs. He could see the moment his smell hit his fiancé, he froze while shampooing his hair and one red eye opened before he cursed loud and turned to rinse it out. Dom blushed, he knew he had an effect on him but fuck that was hot. Reassuring. The more he grew the more he worried but no matter what his partner adored him. There'd just been a worrying feeling between them for a few days and he didn't know how to fix it.

Colson rushed through the rest of his bathing, his dick so hard he was aching. He could scent his lover stronger than the soap he used and his instincts were so tuned into the kid that after he rinsed and turned off the water he smacked into the glass in his rush to get to him. Dom giggled, the sound like a pixie he might find in the woods. Something magical he knew he'd chase forever. He couldn't help but grin as he opened the door and stepped out, trying to make himself towel off but he knew he was half-assing it. How could he not when his bitch was stroking his sweet little cock, the extra skin so enticing as it helped the glide over his tip and back down. The singer was already soaked everywhere and he was getting needy.

"Ya ain't getting in me." That felt like a bucket of cold water in his face and he dropped to his knees in front of his baby with a low whine. He couldn't help teasing him with a shake of his head, painting the boy in water droplets the same way Dom did to him after every bath. "No, you brought pickles in me 'ome. No pussy for yas."

"But I didn't-"

"You opened 'em!"

"Fair." His whole body slumped, a sadness overtaking him. What would they do then? Watch each other jack off? "At least let me take care of you? You smell so… mmm?" He didn't know what the last noise was but he he tried to wriggle between his mate's legs and of course the boy pushed him away with his foot.

"Go to bed. I'll decide wha' you get. When I get in 'ere you best be bent over the mattress."

Red eyes went wide and whether Dom meant for him to or not he turned and crawled away, the need in him making him feel more primal by the moment. Dominic almost whimpered at the way his alpha's ass swayed. The man didn't have much but he knew damn well how to work it. It took him a moment to push himself up, it was why he made Kells leave first because he wanted to seem badass and having trouble standing up felt like it ruined the picture. After a moment he grumbled to himself and Col appeared again. He didn't say anything he just pulled his boy up with his overwhelming strength and kissed him so hard and deep when he pulled away Dom was left with his gum and a rush of dizziness.

Colson grinned but left again, leaving the bathroom like he never came back and besides the shared minty taste there wouldn't be evidence that he had. He still saw his mate as his queen, that would never change. When the punk got to their room he found his man bent over the mattress like he'd been waiting there the whole time. His ass muscles clenching as he wondered what was coming for him.

Dominic was starting to realize what might be wrong between them, the way his love was clenching said a lot about where he was carrying his stress and he hadn't made love to his daddy for… too long. Way too long. It wouldn't work now though, it couldn't. "Look 'ow good you being. Such a pretty boy." He purred, an idea hitting him. It wouldn't be as good as the real thing but it would be something at least.

When Dom walked away he tried to look back, he'd hoped he could at least get a few fingers or something but now he wasn't so sure. When his boyfriend came back and showed off what he found everything in the rapper went limp and nervous. "What um… what?"

Dom grinned, sucking the dildo between his lips before he remembered he had a much better lube than spit. He put on a little show, running it down his now bare chest, even tracing his shiny nipples before he pressed it between his legs and slid it home slowly. "I can't get in you. Fuck- but I can play. You should say when you need me." He huffed, slipping the toy free with a filthy wet squelch and a snap of his gum. Col never knew how the omega made something so simple so expressive. Damn he was dripping wet and sad he couldn't take the alpha apart on his cock. This would have to do.

Kells trembled, whining low. His fingers tangled in the blanket below him and he tried so hard to relax all his muscles. He knew there was a soft mewling sound escaping him but this was the only time he allowed it. He knew his mate liked to hear him get loud and he also knew he probably would soon. He couldn't help it. "That bigger than you?"

Dom scowled, he couldn't help it, and before he used the toy for anything else he smacked it hard over the man's cute little ass. How dare he. Colson cried out, shaking harder and bucking his cock against the bed. Of course he enjoyed a dildo caning. What a perfect freak he was. "Might be a bit. You can take it." He huffed back, slapping over his cheeks again just for having to admit it. He wasn't ashamed of his size but it was frustrating lately, he couldn't see his own dick anymore. "Spread 'em pretty boy."

Kells obeyed, of course he had to and he reached back, his cheeks flushing hot when his fingertips tugged between his crease. Dom purred, teasing the tip of the purple toy against his daddy's hole. He loved the way the little pink bud tightened and relaxed as he played over it. "Momma please?" Dom choked on his spit, almost swallowing his stolen gum at those words. Col had started calling him that more and more so the twins would learn but never really in this context. It was wild the way his body reacted, his nipples tingling as milk wet them and he knew the alpha could smell it. Slick rushed between his thighs and he accidentally pushed too hard, slipping the dildo halfway inside his lover's hole.

Col made a broken noise and he buried his face in the blanket. Of course in the next moment he felt a hand in his hair, pulling him back. "Do not muffle ya'self. Mumma wants to 'ear every sound." The boy snapped and he shivered, clenching tight around the intrusion as it slipped in deeper, nailing his spot.

"Such a good boy for me. Jus' enjoy it alright? Let go." Those were the words he needed to hear and it felt like permission to melt. With the scents in his nose and the feeling of fullness he knew he wouldn't last long. Sometimes he really just needed a quick and dirty fuck to feel right again. He needed to be used.

"Please?" He begged, his hips trying to roll and the singer whined, moving the toy at a hard rushed pace. It almost felt more brutal that it was silicone instead of skin. The punk could control where it went a little better and he zeroed in on his lover's spot. He didn't even have to turn the vibration on, he could practically taste how desperate and close the alpha was already. Anything more might be too much.

Colson tried to be good and stay still but he couldn't stop his body completely and he knew it didn't matter as long as he kept moaning like a slut for his queen. He'd called himself a whore for years but he never felt so much like one as when his bitch took over and turned him into a mewling mess. He could hear a sticky wet sound join the one happening inside him and he forced his eyes open. He could barely lift his head anymore but he looked back long enough to catch his lover playing with himself. "Sit on me?" The toy froze and he bucked back hard, groaning at the pause and accidental edging.

"Wha'?"

"Sit on me? Grind on me?" He pleaded, he needed to be part of his fiancé's orgasm as well. It made everything better.

Dom arched a brow but shook his head, pushing the toy deeper and stepping back. "Get on ya back." He demanded and the rapper moved slowly, crawling into bed and laying out, whimpering the whole way. The punk followed him up, slinging a leg over Col's thigh. Of course he was worried about hurting him but his alpha was a bloody superhero. He'd be fine. His hand found its way back to the toy, surprised to find it halfway out but he remedied that and hit home quick, his hips and arm finding a rough pace together.

Kells gripped the blanket as he watched his lover grind on his thigh, his dripping folds making a mess of his skin. He wanted to help, he wanted to play with those perfect bouncing tits but he kept to himself. Dom would ask if he was allowed. He tried to keep watching as the singer stroked his own dick while Col's laid ignored and jerking a pool of precum on his belly. He'd cum anyway, it was barreling up on him way too soon.

Dominic couldn't hold his own noises back anymore, his head falling forward as he fucked his mate the only way he could. He bit his lip, trying to keep back his own pleasure but it was rapidly approaching. He was always fucking horny for the rapper. He was almost hypnotized by the sight of his lover's knot pulsing, the toy popping in and out of him. He could feel himself leaking a mess over his man.

The alpha shuddered, his sweat soaked body contorting, his muscles bunching up as he fought his pleasure back but he couldn't hold on and when his momma commanded that one simple word he broke. "Cum." Fuck did he ever. He cried out, his spine arching off the bed, white heat spilling over his inked chest and stomach but his knot ached without touch. It almost added to his rapture and when his mate shattered apart above him he reached for the boy, dragging him up to grind against his cock.

Dom squeaked at being manhandled, his hand releasing the toy fast but the feeling of his daddy spilling hot under his core was so much better and he squirmed and moaned as he gushed for him, his juices mixing with his lover's cum until they were filthy again. Exactly as they should be.

They rocked through their orgasms, twitching and writhing together until it hit an edge of overstimulation and Dom had to slide off. He helped get the dildo free before he got comfortable, panting and shaking but he could tell his boyfriend still needed something. "Come 'ere luv. You was a good boy." He rasped, letting the alpha curl against his side until they were glued together and needy lips wrapped around his nipple. "You gotta tell me. Don't torture me to get me attention." He tried to explain but he knew that was still hard. It seemed like the last hurdle between them but he understood. He still had trouble being sweet. Fuck maybe they had a few. "Love you." He soothed, his only reply was a messy choked suckle and he smiled, kissing his man's forehead. "I got you." It was something the rapper promised every day and he knew he needed to learn to return it.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Thought y'all might want a little bottom Col, hope you enjoyed 🖤

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Sure this is an art blog but is writing not just another form of art? Anyways take this it’s not finished but I think it’s cool!

Eustass Kidd x Usopp one shot fic, whole fic is in Usopp’s POV,

The idea of having four crews of the worst generation on one island was a terrible idea, however it couldn't be avoided. Sanji needed to restock on spices and meat, Franky wanted to dock somewhere to work on the ship and repair some things, even Usopp had things he needed to do on the island. But the thought of seeing Law's crew sounded like a pain in the butt while running into Hawkin's or Kid's crew sounded more like a fight waiting to happen.

"Usopp I don't like the sound of this either but the next island is about a week away, and unless you and Luffy can consistently catch a ton of fish. Luffy might start thinking about eating one of us."

"I would not!"

"Yes you would Luffy."

"Hihi! Yeah I would!"

"B-But, Nami... Please!!! I'd be fine if it was just Law's crew but-"

"Torao is here?!"

Nami turns to glare at Usopp. Shit. "That settles it! We're docking at the island then! That's alright right Nami?"

If looks could kill Usopp would probably be dead. Nami gritted out in a sickly sweet tone " Yeah, sure Luffy! I'd love to dock at the same exact island that three other dangerous crews are on!"

Luffy stared at Nami with a blank face, not quite getting that she was being sarcastic.

"..... Great?"

She sighs, she's been trying to help Luffy understand more social cues as well as when people are being nice versus when people are being rude. It looks like it's not working very well though.

Nami turns to Usopp, " This is your fault."

And truth be told, yes it was his fault that Luffy heard that Law was at the island but it was not his fault that they ran out of food to keep their ship crew fed. For the most part. Okay maybe he and Luffy one too many midnight snacks. Fine, more like 10 but who's counting.

Usopp heard a chuckle coming from Robin lying in the lawn chair and reading. " Well perhaps we'll run into a bit of fun? Maybe one of us will be framed for murder of a rival crew member?"

Franky comes out to the deck to reply, "Don't scare Nami and Usopp too much, plus I think it'd be a lot more entertaining if it actually was one of us! And it was like some kind of revenge plot or something!"

Robin looked at Franky with admiration and love, then proceeded to say "Isn't that a bit too cliche, Flam?"

"Well, I gues- wa-! Robin! You know I hate being called that!" Said Franky with a small pout on his lips. As Robin started to chuckle again.

"God they're so fucking sappy and cheesy, it's so cute and I'm really glad they're happy together but like god damn!"

"You're so right Nams, look at them all happy and shit. Absolutely disgusting."

"Girl, don't agree with me. I hate you right now, now we literally have to dock on this shitty island because you couldn't keep your voice down."

"You KNOW he has selective hearing, he would've heard anyways!"

Zoro interjected with "You know he wouldn't have heard anything if you both had shUT THE FUCK UP! NOW-"

"GO BACK TO SLEEP MOSS HEAD!"

"YOU SHOULD GO WANDERING OFF INTO THE DAMN OCEAN AND DROWN ASSHOLE!"

And Zoro immediately butt out of the argument as he got hit by both Nami and Usopp.

"Anyways, both of you are on dish duty for the rest of the week."

"You can't do that!"

"I DIDNT DO SHIT!!"

"Too bad, now get ready to leave the ship. You're also both on grocery duty."

The two men groaned as Nami walked away in a huff. Zoro looked at Usopp in the eye and sent him a little glare.

"Don't look at me like that. Look I'll buy you some good sake alright?"

"... I want two bottles of good sake."

"Ugh, deal."

With a little grin Zoro went back to relaxing, or maybe to maybe have a quick nap before going. Either way he was resting. Usopp walks down to his workshop to double check what parts he already has and which ones he needs and made a checklist of them. As he was about to go to ask Franky if he also needed any parts or what not he hears a knock on his door. Usopp opens it to find Sanji.

"Dish duty and grocery duty huh?"

"Man, shut the hell up."

Which earned a small laugh from Sanji.

"I'm gonna go wake the Marimo up now so you better hurry before we leave you."

"Wait, I gotta ask Frank a couple of things before I go."

Franky then pops his head from his workshop and proceeded to ask, "What do ya need to ask me?"

Usopp was surprised to see him there, not that it was irregular to see him in his own room. It was just that Usopp didn't expect him to be here. He thought he was still with Robin or something. He probably just didn't hear Franky coming down because he was so focused on his supply check.

"Since I'm going shopping I wanted to know if ya wanted me to get you any parts before they sell out of what we need or something."

"Aw, thanks little bro! I need like about 20 of the 35-67-20 seals and 10 of those 45-80-12 seals and about 100 or maybe even 200 nuts and screws of all the standard sizes and also three bouquets of Tulips, Rhododendrons, Zinnias, Plantain lilies and Day Lilies."

"Three?"

"Yeah, I looked for some flowers that were safe for deer and people and I'm giving one bouquet to Robin, Chopper and Nami to brighten their rooms a little!"

"Aw that's sweet! But don't you think Chopper might eat those? Considering that those flowers are safe for deer to eat? Although he isn't technically a deer but a reindeer."

Franky answered stood there in silence along with Usopp and Sanji. All of them ponder the question that was just asked. Franky then started to leave as he said to Usopp "So the seals, nuts and screws! Get 'em for me will ya? Thanks little bro!" And proceeded to go to the deck, probably to question Chopper whether he likes to eat flowers or not. Sanji then mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that Sanji?"

"Nothing, just wondering what I should make for dinner, anyways now that that's over with come on."

They walked out over to the deck to find Zoro, not where he was before. Or any of his usual sleeping spots.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

"God fucking dammit. He probably thought we left him or some shit. Fuuuuuck."

"That damned moss head, it's like he literally has moss in his head instead of an actual human brain. I'd say I can't believe this, but this is pretty on par for that dumbass."

"Should we split up and look for him before we go shopping?"

"We can't, we need to buy the groceries before the good shit is all sold out to the other crews, that fucking bitch is gonna pay if that happens!"

"Okay so what's the plan? Just buy the groceries?"

"Usopp look, I'm gonna need you to buy everything on this list I made for you. I'll handle half of the Marimo's list and you get the other half, can I count on you to buy the best ingredients you can find for as cheap as you can?"

Usopp smirked and replied confidently, " Nami ain't the only that can get a good bargain!"

"Hell yeah, go! Make me proud!

.

Usopp was arguing with a lady about the rice that Sanji needed him to buy. He heard from another vendor that he gets all his rice from here because her rice was high quality and delicious. So he did what he had to do to get the rice.

"My final offer! 10,000 berries for 160 kilograms of your finest rice!"

"Hah! The lowest I'll go is 16,000 for 30 kilos."

"What if I said please?"

"Hmm, 15,500 for 30."

"And if I said I'd help you repair your food stand?"

"Now you're talking! 12,500 for 30!"

"Deal! Pleasure doing business ma'am!"

"Like wise."

As Usopp shook her hand he felt proud of himself, he could understand Nami in a way. Getting a bargain did feel pretty good. But then he realised his mistake. He can't carry all this rice. Well technically he could, but that would take around two or three trips. Not only that but it's starting to get dark and he hasn't bought what Franky needs yet. He starts to think hard on what to do until he hears a loud yell from across the street.

He looks over and, oh. Oh no.

"Hey! You're the sniper for the Strawhats aren't ya?"

OH NOOOOOOOOOO

"Where's that shitty little kid anyways?"

This was not a good day for Usopp.

"Hey! You ignoring me or something you brat?"

"W-Who're you calling a brat! I'm only four years younger than you!"

Shit. As soon as Usopp finished his sentence, there was a murderous glint in Kidd's eye. He started to walk over to Usopp.

"Oh really? So you're the same age as that stupid captain of yours?"

"If you hurt me, uh. Luffy will come after you!"

He's getting closer he's almost right in front Usopp.

"Who cares about your captain? He ain't here now. What I wanna know is, what you would do."

What?

He leans over and whispers into Usopp's ear, "What would you do to me, huh?"

He then pulled away and smirked at Usopp. Taking in his flushed face.

"So you want help?"

"W-Whuh? Um. I-"

Kidd sighed and said, "THE BAGS? Do you need help with the bags? You know, the shit you have in your hands?"

"Oh! Uh I mean. I guess. Fuck! Yes, I mean yes I. Haha sorry. Just. Gimme a moment."

Holy fuck? What the fuck was that? What the FUCK was that? That was so fucking hot and terrifying holy shit what.

"Could you, h-help me with the rice? That'd be really helpful and um."

Kidd looks at Usopp, and asks with an aggravated tone, "What?"

"My name is Usopp. Uh, yeah."

Kidd raised an eyebrow and looked him dead straight in the eye. He laughed, and replied with a smile "I know."

This man is going to be the death of him. He didn't think it'd be this kind of death but nonetheless a death.

"So where do you need to go?"

"Well I need to go to the parts shop and maybe the junkyard if we have time."

"Sick. So which way?"

"Well a vendor I talked to before said that the parts shop should be further down a couple of streets and that I'd need to take a right turn at the red bar then proceed down that street and then we'd find it."

“Well then hurry up, I ain’t got all day you know.”

The walk was quiet, and quickly turning into an anxiety churning venture. He didn’t understand what was happening. Sure, he understood that he was shopping for groceries and then Kidd came into the picture. He invited himself in on this little adventure or whatever just as suddenly as he arrived. Usopp still wasn’t really sure what happened between that. That must have been a joke or something right? Or maybe this was a dream? Maybe he’s actually on the ship! Unconscious from Nami’s punch! Maybe-

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who’s ur top 10 bands/artists?

GOOD QUESTION and i might say more about them than i need to but that's probably fine. i also can't really order them from like #1 - #10 (if i even have 10 to list yet actually) because i love them all for different reasons and, because those reasons are so different, i can't place one above another in my mind(except possibly one of them but i'll get to that). so i will just number them as i think of them

1. okay so i love iron maiden very much and although i love all of the members, bruce dickinson is my favorite from them. they're probably the first band that i ever said was my favorite and meant it. i love the way they are with the fans and how genuine they always are about everything.

2. HOWEVER, even though i didn't really acknowledge it for a long time(and actually may have forgotten they existed for many years before getting into them again after iron maiden(oops)), sweet was actually my first ever favorite band since i was a kid. i used to play a cassette tape of them over and over all day every day. my favorite of them is brian connolly, i love his voice. i used to stare at my dad's (now mine) desolation boulevard vinyl cover a lot when i was little. i remember looking at steve priest's red hair the most.

3. some might think i'm out of my mind for grouping showaddywaddy into the mix, but i love the sound of doowop. and they did it so well while also being so fun to watch. i actually can't watch any of their videos without smiling or laughing, even if i'm in the worst mood, which is exactly what they were all about. my favorites of them are buddy gask and malcolm allured.

4. AND THEN WE HAVE BADFINGER. pete ham and tom evans are my favorites of them. pete is the one that i might put at the very top of my favorites list. i love him so much, he was a very good guitarist and songwriter and i don't think enough people are aware of it. i love his mind and his voice is very soothing to listen to. he was a very gentle, sensitive and caring person and he deserved the entire world and everything good in life.

5. i haven't officially said it yet until now(i think?), but argent is the most recent addition to my favorites. from when i was first sent a video of them a while back and i heard russ ballard's voice and saw the way he is on stage and the sound of the music, i KNEW right away they would eventually be one of THE BANDS and i already knew russ would be my favorite of them. what i DIDN'T expect is for him to be so.. inspirational? i don't know what other word to use. like everything he says in interviews and things makes me pause the video for a while to rethink my entire life and what i'm doing with it(in a good "maybe i can fix my life" kind of way). i actually cried my eyes out earlier over some things he said. he's a very good guitarist as well, and pianist and of course the songwriting, among other things. BEAUTIFUL singing voice that he could do many things with. he's so full of life and joy and optimism. and MUSIC. he is very full of music. my love for him is growing rapidly every day.

6. okay before i gush so much that my phone battery dies, i'm going to list one i don't really post but has been one of my favorites for a long time(again i didn't acknowledge them as a favorite until recently). i love genesis. all of genesis, but when i started listening again after not listening for a few years, i was suddenly more into their earlier music with peter gabriel, which is the opposite of how it used to be. (still love(d) both eras then and now though)

7. AND i can't leave out suzi quatro being my favorite bassist! or one of my favorites or something. i love her and i don't think she's talked about enough. i still have to learn more about her.

okay i think i'm out of favorites. unless i'm forgetting one. i don't think so.

i'm somehow too easily attached to bands but also very picky about them at the same time while also basically loving everything. i don't know how that works.