#collecting a gaggle of children

[master-missysversion]

Self indulgent fantasy where all the child versions of the character get pulled from time and get to play in a park together

[killjoygem]

I think Owen would adopt all his patients kids if he could 😭

[sdmnpact]

"You'd make a cute couple."

Wroetoshaw x Reader

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You've been best friends with Harry since you were children. You two have been through thick and thin. You decided to move in together a couple years back and it's been great.

Now, not everyone falls in love with their best friend but unfortunately you have. It was a collection of moments that made you fall for him. The way he is so protective over you. The way he takes care of you when you're sick. The way he is so loyal to his friends and the kindness he shows towards others. He is truly such a sweet lad and that just makes you love him even more.

Tonight, you and Harry had planned a small get together with a couple of friends. You had planned to cook and play board games or something along those lines. Currently, you were standing in the grocery store with Harry searching for ingredients to make your favorite dish.

"Where's the lamb sauce!" Harry semi shouted showing you a small glass vile labeled 'lamb sauce'. You rolled your eyes at him but chuckled. "Sorry chef!" You replied back in a fake worried tone, he laughed that breathy laugh you love so much.

You didn't know it but he has fallen for you as well. He enjoyed spending time with you and as roommates and best friends it was difficult not spending time with each other. He began falling for you in the beginning months that you moved in together. He saw you in a different light and was absolutely smitten.

He loves the way you laugh, the way you match his energy, the way you're so nice to everyone. He wishes that you were his but he doesn't want to ruin a good thing.

"Can I just say, you are the cutest couple!" You turned around to see a gaggle of older woman. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the thought

"Oh no, we're just good friends!" You exclaimed trying to correct her. You were slightly embarrassed, not because you were being partnered with Harry but because you didn't want to make Harry uncomfortable. You two had actually never discussed dating or a romantic relationship at all. After his breakup, you were there for him, making sure he didn't go through it alone. He was there for you through your previous heartbreaks as well. Never did you two talk about dating eachother.

Sure, there were people who always paired you two together especially fans, as you were always spotted together and newer fans would speculate not knowing you were his childhood best friend. The other sidemen would also make sure to tease Harry about you often but you were close with them and everyone knew it was just banter.

This was different though. You looked over to see Harry just as red as you. You wondered if he was embarrassed or upset but turned back towards the ladies in front of you.

"Well, you'd make a cute couple! Right? Wouldn't they be lovely together? Margaret, don't you agree?" The first lady spoke, turning towards the lady, Margaret, beside her. "Oh of course! We saw you two earlier, you two are so cute with each other, ugh and the way this one was staring at you!" She exclaimed pointing towards Harry then to you.

"You can just see the love in his eyes!" Another exclaimed. You looked over at Harry who was smiling widely.

"You better lock him down, he's so handsome, another girl will definitely swoop in and take him. I know if I were a couple years younger, I would." "-a couple? You mean decades!" Margaret butted in causing you two to laugh. "Oh hush! Anyways, same to you! Both some lovely people." She continued.

"Thanks, but we're just friends and we're fine like that." Harry responded. "It was lovely meeting you." He continued

They laughed, nodded, and began walking away when Margaret stopped near you. "Lock that down." She said quietly. You nodded as she patted your arm and walked away.

"That was weird." You said breaking the tension that filled the silence. "Yeah. Let's just go back to shopping, um I'll go get the butter." Harry said awkwardly, shuffling towards another aisle.

You two finished your shopping and made your way back to the flat. You began cooking and Harry helped you of course.

"You thought it was weird?" He said suddenly, you stopped chopping carrots to look at him. "What?" You asked confused not remembering your conversation from earlier.

"Those ladies at the store said we'd make a cute couple and you said that was weird." He responded quietly, stirring a pot.

"Well, It was just weird that they were coming up to us to make a whole deal about it." You said unsure of your words.

"Is the idea of us dating weird?" He asked suddenly. You were a bit taken aback because this is so odd of him. He never cares about this kind of stuff. People would often put you together and you'd say a little comment about how it was weird then he wouldn't question it further.

"No, but, we're just friends so it's just no-nothing." You said, stumbling over your words.

"Okay." He said going back to his cooking. You furrowed your eyebrows trying to make sense of it. You just shook your head and ignored it but it still lingered in the back of your mind all night.

The dinner went by smoothly. Your guest enjoyed the meal you two prepared. You and Harry had some tension that was slightly noticeable but you still shared some words throughout the night.

You were walking your last guest out the door when they stopped. "What's going on with you and Harry?" They asked.

"What do you mean?" You asked pretending to be oblivious to the situation but you knew what they meant.

"Usually you two are all over each other. It's like you don't even want to be near each other." They explained.

"Oh its nothing, just something that happened earlier. We're fine." You tried explaining. They didn't seem to believe you but left it alone. You said your goodbyes and everyone was gone so you and Harry were alone again.

"Hey listen, I'm so sorry." You said as you began cleaning the plates. "It's alright, I overreacted." He said quietly.

You nodded and continued cleaning up. Harry stopped what he was doing making you turn towards him.

"No, it's not alright." He said breaking the silence. "I actually do like you Y/n. A lot. I like that people think we'd make a cute couple. I do want to be a couple. I want to be able to hug and kiss and give you more attention than I already do. I've liked you for a while. I couldn't bring myself to tell you sooner because we've been friends for so long but I can't handle it anymore." He breathed out.

Your heart began pounding quickly, a flutter in your stomach. You didn't think he felt this way but you were so happy he did. "Now, If you don't feel the same, I understan-" You cut him off by planting your lips on his. He was shocked at first but melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

Your lips moved together with so much passion and hunger as if you've been starved for ages. The moment feeling like pure bliss. You struggled to pull away but eventually found the strength.

"I like you too." You said the second you pulled away. "Well, after that I'd hope so." He chuckled as you pushed him playfully. "So what now?" You asked wondering where your relationship will go.

"Well, we can either clean or go watch a movie and cuddle?" Harry suggested. You turned to looked at all the dirty dishes and huge mess on the table and turned back to Harry with his messy hair and rosy cheeks.

"I mean, we can always clean later..." You trailed off pulling his arm. He smiled widely as he you led him to the couch. You both plopped down sitting next to each other, a gap between you. You weren't sure if you were suppose to close it but Harry answered that for you by pulling you onto his lap.

"Come here." He said wrapping his arms around your body. He put on a random comedy as you adjusted yourself on his lap.

"Is this too fast?" He asked suddenly. You were getting comfortable snuggled into the crook of his neck. "Not at all." You mumbled breathing in his intoxicating scent. He squeezed you tighter. The night was spent in each other's arms. Two people secretly in love with each other now revealed, and you were excited to see where this will go.

[httpsserene]

hi!! congrats on 3k!! could i request the car wash kink rating with breeding kink for Fernando, Charles, Daniel, Lewis And Franco?

#3k vday celly

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i am stupid. and, no, i am not cosplaying as charles leclerc rn. i mixed up my requests during the 3k celly and somehow thought i had already written this prompt for charles when i, very clearly, did not! so sorry about that, love, and i have added charles’ blurb below the cut (i promise it’s actually there this time!) happy 3k🤍 thank you for requesting < 3

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𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 fem!bipoc!reader x dr.3 | fa. 14 | cl. 16 | fc. 43 | lh. 44 cw under the cut.

heavy discussion of pregnancy, children, and domestic life. charles blurb added on april 7th.

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭

simply put, daniel is going to tell you to take it and let him knock you up. he’s watches his cum threaten to spill and tuts disapprovingly, using his fingers to push any leakage back inside of your cunt. what he really has a kink for is making a family with you. he wants to massage your sore feet and speak to your rounded belly. he wants you to yell at him for getting you pregnant while you’re laboring. he wants to handle the diaper changes, midnight cries, and teething tantrums while you sleep, heal, and relax. he wants to make you brunch-in-bed with your gaggle of mini-me’s for mother’s day. his breeding kink is the manifestation of his longing to start a family with you.

charles tends to lose himself when his hindbrain is triggered. his attention tunnels when your nails sharply pierce his shoulder, instantly halting his thrusts when your other hand weakly pushes against his abdomen, whimpering about how he’s too deep. he hums lowly, pulling his hips backward until he’s threatening to slip out of your cunt (he can feel you tightening around him, your muscles squeezing tightly to draw him back inside the heated, dripping, plush depths). charles adjusts his angle to avoid the head of his cock bullying its way into areas it shouldn’t be. one of his hands collects both of yours, his grip soft but unyielding around your wrists as he presses them into the bed above your head. charles sees the lustful glaze over his eyes reflected in your arousal-blown pupils and he resumes the harsh and deep grind of his hips. his free hand moves to cover your navel, searching for tangible proof of him reaching the deepests part of you before he spills. he’ll continue like this until it takes.

lewis does not want to get you pregnant. at all. he understands that can be hard to believe when he’s fucking into you, delirious with pleasure, as he mindlessly rambles about “needing you to be a good girl and give him a baby.” but, fear not, lewis is well known at the local pharmacy for his frantic plan-b trips. it’s not like he’s fucking you raw either; lewis is an avid fan of protected sex. if anything, the two of you could be the face of several birth-control and condom brands. when male birth control becomes approved, lewis will be the first man in line to get his prescription. then, he might entertain the idea of fucking you raw.

fernando omitted the truth when asked what his biggest fear is on grill the grid. it’s you showing him a positive pregnancy test or ultrasound pictures. he’s not going to judge if you have a kink for being bred, and he could even play into it for you. but, kids? and, one that has half of his genetics? no, fernando will pass on that, he prefers being the handsome, terrifying, yet funny uncle. he truly has kink for being childless—and the two of you don’t have to stress over raising and forming a well-rounded human being. 

franco pretends that he doesn’t have a papi kink; you know he does, and you never let him live it down. but, he could never pretend to have a breeding kink. he’s young, wild, and free—he doesn’t want to think about kids or pregnancy in way during sex. it might be the only thing that can make him soft as soon as the thought pops into his head. sex is fun, and a breeding kink would ruin the fun. your first (and only, please) pregnancy scare scared away any chance of him developing a kink. it terrified him so much, he started tracking your cycle on his phone to be aware of the days you’re fertile and when you’re ovulating. the notification brightens his phone screen and he refuses to put his cock anywhere near your lower half—even with protection—during those days, unless he’s desperate for it.

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

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[4unnyr0se]

hhii 🫶🏼💕 I know you're probably busy and I visible kick my feet n twirl my hair when you post, your writing is so amazing 💕💕 I would love any sort of p!tskp sugawara content 🥹 he doesn't get enough love

❥ elysian | koshi sugawara

warnings: timeskip! sugawara, fem! reader, coworkers to lovers, mentions of alcohol, reader went to shiratorizawa, making out, sugawara is a flirt bc i said so, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, sugawara is a gentleman, protected sex, rough(?) sex, fluff at the end, not proofread

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 5.3k (lol)

a/n: hiiii omg im sorry this took so long to make but i hope u like it!! koshi is my fave <3

Art has a funny way of bringing together people they would never meet. “It’s a catalyst of romance,” your professor used to say when you were in art school. But that was a year ago, and so far, there was nothing: no romance, no dates, nothing. However, you didn’t mind one bit. Your art degree landed you a job teaching children at the local elementary school, and they brought you constant laughter. Sure, it was pure chaos the second a gaggle of second graders entered your classroom. But it was innocent chaos formed by nothing but the innocent minds of children longing to create something out of nothing. Getting paint on their hands or glue in their hair was chaotic, but it was free. Besides, it wouldn’t be your problem if they returned to the homeroom covered in glitter. That was for their homeroom teacher to take care of. You were the fun teacher, the one who had all the neat stuffed animals and who put on cartoons in the background. Honestly, your job was perfect.

It became even more perfect when the homeroom teacher for your most recent class actually came to collect the children instead of you having to escort them back to their classroom. The children were happily giggling in line as you clapped your hands together. “Okay, guys, who’s ready to return to Mr. Sugawara’s room?” the children raised their hands in the air, various versions of yes filling the room. 

“Miss!” one child pointed out. “Mr. Sugawara is outside the door,” he said, his little voice slurring his words slightly. You turned around to see a green sweater in the window frame.

“Oh, he must be coming to collect you today,” you smiled, patting the child on the head. You opened the door without looking, waving goodbye to your students.

“Thanks for watching my kids for today, Miss,” his soft yet deep voice filled your ears. It sounded like warm honey rolling off of his tongue. “I know they can be a real handful.”

“It’s no probl-” your words stopped in your throat once you turned around. Holy fuck, Sugawara was handsome as all hell. He had such a kind face, and his silver hair matched him perfectly. And that beauty mark on his cheek? Fucking ethereal. He looked like one of the great masters painted him, jumping to life off of their canvas.  “O-oh, hi, Mr. Sugawara! Yeah, your kids are no problem at all. In fact, they’re a delight to teach.” you stammered, placing your hands in front of your belly. 

Sugawara chuckled. “Maybe they just behave because you put on cartoons,” he playfully winked, instructing the child at the line's font to follow him. “Well, I’ll see you next week.” 

And with that, he left, the children obediently following him like a line of baby ducklings. You sighed happily, leaning against the doorframe until they were out of your sight. The door closed, and your hand lingered on the knob, mind being filled with thoughts of him.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, running your other hand through your hair. “I have a crush on my coworker.”

You began to long for the days when you taught Sugawara’s class because it meant you could see his handsome face outside of the window. He would even come in occasionally, greeting you with a friendly smile as he ushered his students out of the door. He was so caring, so kind and attentive. The way his students looked at him with such admiration in their eyes, there was no word for it other than adorable. Koshi Sugawara made you swoon every single time, and he had absolutely no idea that he had that power over you.

Today was a messy day in particular because the children got to make macaroni crafts with glue and noodles on construction paper. It was a reasonably elementary project (it’s an elementary school, after all…), but it was so chaotic. Macaroni noodles were found in places that macaroni noodles should not be, and glue was somehow covering every surface it possibly could, including the ceiling. You will never know or hope to understand how a gaggle of giggling children managed to get glue atop a roof. 

“Alright, kiddos, line up for Mr. Sugawara to come collect you for pick-up time.” you breathed out, wiping your forehead while the students shrieked in delight, fighting for the spot first in line. Your hands rested on your desk as you took a deep breath, glaring at the mess across your otherwise elegant classroom. “I’m gonna be here a while,” you mumbled, waiting for the doorknob to turn. 

The children’s conversation stopped as their eyes turned to the now-open door, Sugawara smiling happily. “Did you all have fun today in class? You’re so messy!” he chuckled, bending down to be at eye level with his students. “The librarian is gonna bring you guys to your parents, okay? Be good for them now.” 

Various shouts of “Okay!” and “I can do it!” faded into the distance as the children left the classroom, holding their sticky hands together to follow the librarian’s lead. Sugawara sighed and ran his hands through his perfect wavy gray strands, winking at you. “Were they a handful today? It looks like it.”

You pushed off your desk and stepped towards him, secretly doing backflips in your mind. “Well, kind of. But they’re delightful and-”

“You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know they can be monsters sometimes.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, they were monsters,” you sigh, shoving your hands in the pockets of your floor-length cardigan. “They’ve been so good thus far. I don’t understand why they went insane today. It’s just glue and pasta noodles.” you groaned, looking at the mess across the rainbow-colored table that the children painted themselves. “I’m probably gonna have to stay after-hours to clean this up,” you rolled your head to the side in exhaustion. “Which blows because I had dinner plans. And by that, I mean I was gonna order Chinese food and watch soap operas in my pajamas. It’s Friday, after all.” the exhaustion from the students overrode your anxiety around your crush, making you much more candid. 

“Look,” Sugawara took a step forward. “I know my kids were a pain in the ass today. I love them, but they were a pain. Let me help you clean up the classroom. It’s the least I can do for causing you to miss Chinese food and pajamas night.” he shrugged off his green sweater vest, rolling up his white sleeves. You suppressed a groan at the sight before you. Did he know how tantalizing he was being?

“Are you sure? I can do it by myself,” you snapped the hair tie around your wrist, pulling your disarray of strands into a messy bun. “I’ve cleaned up after them before.”

Sugawara shook his head, smiling. “Don’t be silly, I don’t mind at all. It’s equally my fault, too. Now,” he stretched, exposing the tiniest bit of his midriff. “Where are the cleaning supplies?”

You pointed to the cabinet under the sink, blushing softly. “Uh, there’s sponges in the sink. They’re ancient, though.”

“Old things still have use. That’s why we keep them around for so long.” he chuckled, holding a bottle of cleaner and a sponge. “I’ll start on the tables. Maybe you can get the counters? The tables are the messiest.”

You shrugged off your cardigan, letting it fall onto the swiveling chair that the children loved playing on. You wore a simple black tank top, which was permitted by the school’s dress code as long as it had a cover-up that was buttoned. Sugawara’s soft brown eyes lingered on you briefly, returning to scrubbing the tables. The minutes you were passed by with tasteful conversation between the two of you, ranging from various subjects such as what high school you attended to what made you want to become a teacher.

“No way, you went to Karasuno?” you laughed, throwing away the third empty box of macaroni you had found. “I went to Shiratorizawa!”

“You did not!” Sugawara laughed, cracking his back as he scrubbed the second table to a sparkling shine. “I can’t believe you went there. You don’t seem like the type.” he flashed you a smile; it was so pretty. All of his smiles were pretty.

“What, you don’t think I could be prude and stuck-up?” you pretended to clutch your pearls. “I’ll have you know that I was bullied constantly. Thank you very much.”

“Crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t-” 

“Dude, relax. I didn’t care one bit. The volleyball team you destroyed before going to nationals was always kind to me. Especially Goshiki, for some reason.”

“The kid with the awful bowl cut?”

“Exactly!” you giggled, enjoying the moment the two of you were sharing. “They were always nice to me, even though I was the weird kid. I hung out in the art room most of the time, painting and sculpting,” you paused your scrubbing for a moment, nostalgia taking over your thoughts. “I kind of miss it.”

“Tell me about it,” Sugawara scrubbed off the final table, sitting beside you on the caterpillar rug. “You know I taught Hinata how to receive a ball and how he plays professionally? I feel proud but also sad. He’s doing so much with his life.”

Your hand hovered above Sugawara’s shoulder, landing on the soft fabric of his shirt to gently massage it. “Hey, we’re doing just fine with our lives. We teach little people things they didn’t know before, which has to count for something.” you offer him an assuring smile, your cheeks happily blushing.

Sugawara smiled in return, topping your hand with his own. “Yeah, I guess it does count for something,” his gaze focused on the classroom, which was about three-fourths of the way clean. “Hey, what time is it?”

“Maybe six o’clock?” you shrugged. “The clock in this room is broken. A kid from another class threw a pebble at it.”

“Do you still think you have time for your evening plans?” Sugawara got off of the caterpillar rug, dusting off his slacks. He offered his hand for you to take, pulling you off the floor. 

Nodding, you went to your desk to check the time on your phone. Yup, it was six o’clock. “I mean, probably. Why?”

“Would you mind if I joined you?” Sugawara blushed. “This is going to sound stupid, but I’ve meant to ask you out for a while. I just don’t exactly have the guts for that sort of thing, that’s all.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, giggling. “You wanna ask me out? That’s…wow. I mean,” you were at a loss for words, the prettiest shade of pink flooding your cheeks. “I’m more than happy to, Sugawara.”

He beamed at you, grabbing your wrist. “Well, would you wanna go to your place and order some Chinese food? I can pay. I’ll be a total gentleman.” he chuckled. His laugh was so gentle. 

“You’re cute,” you grab your purse, walk out of your classroom, and lock the door. Sugawara stood behind you, the grin not yet leaving his handsome features. “How the hell are you single?” you joke, the two of you making your way to your car.

“I haven’t the foggiest clue,” Sugawara giggled.

 You took your keys and unlocked the vehicle. “You didn’t drive here?” you tugged the handle of your car.

“Oh, I did. I just wanted to walk you to your car. Was that not okay?” he looked worried.

You shook your head and smiled once more. “You’re so sweet, Sugawara. Do you need my address?”

“Yeah,” he typed your address on your phone, double-checking to ensure everything was correctly spelled. “So, I’ll see you in thirty minutes?”

You nodded and got in your car, turning it on and driving away. Once you were out of the school’s faculty parking lot, you screamed joyfully as the radio played your favorite band. Your manicured fingers tapped on the steering wheel with the tune of the music, and the windows rolled down. You felt like you were in a romantic comedy, and it felt fucking incredible. 

You entered your apartment, checking out your reflection in the mirror. There wasn’t any use in changing into something more presentable; it was supposed to be a casual date. Your thoughts began to wander, focusing on Sugawara’a’s handsome features. The way his gray hair swayed when he walked, the beauty mark under his left eye. He was beautiful, and he wanted to date you. Your hand caressed your cheek, your face breaking into a smile that rivaled that of a lovestruck schoolgirl. Did the hands on the clock suddenly get slower, or was it just the anticipation that filled your stomach with dancing butterflies?

The thoughts that raced through your mind made you groan, sliding down onto the chair in your kitchen. “Hm, I should probably put out some wine…is wine casual? No, right? But we’re both adults…so maybe it’s okay?” you grew frustrated, staring at the bottle that had been gifted to you by a coworker for your birthday. “It’s a special occasion, after all…what’s wrong with a little wine and Chinese food?” 

Your eyes wandered back and forth, following the tail of your cat clock until it was around when Sugawara said he would arrive. You waited anxiously by the door, excited to hear a knocking. Were you being too weird about this? You shook your head. Absolutely not. This was perfectly normal. Just two coworkers on a date—what could go wrong?

Knock-knock. You jumped out of your thoughts and gulped, carefully turning the doorknob. Sugawara stood in front of you, still in his teaching outfit. Green sweater, white shirt, black tie. He held a small bouquet of roses in his hand, blushing softly. “I missed you,”

You leaned against the doorway, inviting him inside. “It’s only been thirty minutes,” you said, trying to keep it cool. Then, shutting the door, you walked away.

“It was still way too long. Where should I put these?” he kicked off his shoes.

“I’ll get a vase,” you said, taking the roses and bringing them to your nose. Their scent was extraordinary—smelling of romance and morning dew. It was no wonder they were such a romantic flower. “These are pretty, by the way. Thanks, Sugawara.” You grabbed a tall, empty glass and filled it with water, placing the roses into it. 

“Koshi,” he insisted, standing behind you. “You can call me Koshi. I insist,” his hand trailed up your arm. “Please, call me Koshi.”

You squeaked, goosebumps appearing on your arm. “W-wow, we're on a first-name basis already. You must really like me.” You tried to use humor to cope with the ever-growing tension.

“Maybe I do,” his husky breath whispered into your ear. Forgive me if I’m being too forward,” he snuck his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. But I want you to be as close to me as possible.”

“Koshi!” you squealed, nearly dropping the vase. “I-I thought you were a gentleman!” your bottom lip trembled.

He hummed, resting his top atop your head. “I am, but I got the sense that you don’t want me to be a gentleman right now,” he purred, his fingers snaking to the hem of your top. “Ever since I saw you, I felt you wanted the same thing I did. We just never had the means to interact, at least not before today.”

“What are you saying…?” you turned your head to gaze into his eyes.

“I’m saying,” his hands slid under your top, his fingertips burning your skin. “Even though I want to sit on your couch and eat Chinese food with you,” his lips hovered above yours. “I’d like to kiss you first.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the words you were about to say dying on your tongue. You could only nod, your face cartoonishly flushed as Sugawara held you closer to his form. 

He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you gently and softly. His lips were plump and plush, faintly tasting of caramel and vanilla. Your lips rolled along with his, smiling into the kiss. He turned you around so you were pressed against the counter, your hands gripping the granite countertops. His hands rested snugly on your waist, rubbing the tiniest bit of exposed skin. 

Sugawara broke the kiss after several blissful moments, snickering. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in that classroom with my students,” he said, pulling you further into his chest. Your hands gripped his sweater. “It took all my restraint not to pull you into a janitor’s closet and make out with you. All. Of. It.” he punctuated his sentence with pecks on your nose. “Did you…did you feel that way about me, too?”

You chuckled. “Of course I did. I was just too nervous to say anything,” you assured him, leaning upwards in the hopes that he would kiss you again. “Now, are we going to get back to what we started, or are you gonna keep teasing me?”

Sugawara smirked, slamming his lips against yours with newfound confidence. His hands roamed further down your torso, landing on the curve of your ass. He squeezed it, earning a cute little moan from your pretty lips. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, pulling away after a second. He only took a moment's pause before forcefully tilting your head to the side, brushing your hair out of the way so his pillowy lips could better pepper your neck in kisses.

You gasped, your fingers finding purchase in his silvery locks. He groaned against your neck as you tugged, biting down gently onto the spot just above your collarbone. He relished in the noises that escaped your lips, sucking a perfectly circular bruise to mark you as his. “Y’can just cover it up with a turtleneck or something, right?” he mumbled, slapping your ass. “God, you look so fucking sexy right now. Do you know that?”

“Koshi, I wore this to teach today. How the hell is it sexy?” you breathed. 

“Because it’s on your body,” he growled, nipping at your bottom lip. “This kitchen isn’t the proper place for what I wanna do to you. Where’s your bedroom?”

His words made you weak at the knees. “A-around the corner,” you pointed.

“Fantastic,” he grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the kitchen with a devious smirk. You giggled, both nervous and excited. He flung open the door to your bedroom, scooping you up in his arms and throwing you onto the neatly made bed. 

You landed on the plush pillows behind you, giggling as Sugawara climbed over you. His hands landed on either side of your head, another smirk decorating his lips. “You have an eye for decor,” he leaned down, hovering his lip against yours. His husky breath was like a drug. Who knew someone who seemed too gentle could be a completely different person in the sheets? 

He crashed his lips against yours once more, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as his tongue explored your mouth yet again. He groaned, sending shockwaves through your body. He was gentle yet dominant, making you want him all the more. Sugawara pulled away with a harsh smack of his lips, breaking the saliva strand connecting your lips. 

The pads of his fingers danced on the hem of your top. His brown eyes bore into yours for permission to take it off. He thanked you with a peck on your now exposed abdomen, tossing your shirt aside. Sugawara’s voice rumbled in his throat at the gorgeous sight of your bra, black and lacy. “Fuck,” he cupped your breasts, the lace dancing with his fingers. “You look so fucking pretty. Did you wear this just for me?” he leaned down, pecking the exposed portion of your pillowy breasts. 

“Maybe,” you purr, gasping as his hand slid around your back, fidgeting with the clasp. “D’ya want me to take it off, Koshui?”

“Please,” Sugawara moaned, loosening his tie to unbutton his shirt better. “I love it when you say my name, fuck.”

Your bra was tossed aside, your nipples instantly perking up at the cold air in your bedroom. Sugawara’s hands practically flew to your breasts, his shirt being tossed aside as well. His mouth found your pert nipple, sucking on one breast while his hand toyed with the other. He relished in your moans, but his brow furrowed when he heard you choking back the louder ones.

“Don’t be quiet with me, princess,” he growled, his tongue flattening across your breast. “I wanna hear those moans of yours.” he bit down on the supple flesh, sucking another perfect purple bruise on the delicate flesh.

You gasped and tossed your head back into the pillows behind you, letting out the guttural moans that Sugawara craved. He smirked against your breast, stopping his sucking with a wet pop!

“Good fucking girl, did you hear how pretty you sounded?” he purred, his thumbs in the loops of your jeans. “M’gonna take this off you, okay cutie?”

You nodded and sighed, shimmying your legs so he could throw your jeans behind him. He took in the gorgeous view, prying your legs apart. “Those are some pretty panties you have on,” he chuckled, nudging your clothed core with his knee. “What do you want me to do to you, baby? I wanna make you feel so fucking good. You deserve it. My girl,”

His girl. Those words rang through your ears, your pussy getting wetter. “J-just make me feel good, Koshi. Wan’ you so badly.” you looked into his eyes, your own filled with lust and desire for him.

He snickered. “Whatever my girl wants, she’ll get,” he pulled your panties down to your ankles, your goddess-like body now on display for him to admire. He took a thousand mental pictures of it, silently hoping you would stay like that forever. 

“You have such a pretty pussy. Look at her,” his fingers gathered some of your slick, bringing it to his lips. “She tastes so fucking good.” he shoved his face in between your legs, licking a fat stripe up your folds. You gasped at the sensation, your legs instantly squeezing his face upon reflex. 

“Fuck!” his tongue was somehow both cold and hot, eagerly lapping at your soaked folds. You clenched the bedsheets, your thighs securing his head between your thighs. He didn’t mind one bit, groaning into your core at every squeeze of your luscious thighs. He adored your taste; it was sweet and addictive. Sugawara couldn’t get enough of you. He needed more. He craved more. 

He ate your pussy like a starved man, acting like he hadn’t drunk in weeks, and you were an oasis in the desert. His nose brushed against your clit, the added stimulation ripping whimpers off your lips. His index and middle fingers slipped inside your soaked entrance, curling inside of you, searching for your sweet spot. You cried, bucking your hips into his face.

“That’s it, squirm around f’me, princess,” he demanded, his deep voice sending vibrations through your core. “Show me how good I can make you feel without even fucking you.” 

You hissed in pleasure, continuing to buck your hips into his face. Finally, his fingers curled inside you just right, acting as a catalyst. “M’gonna fucking cum, Koshi!” you sobbed, your release coating his fingers and lips. He pulled his fingers out of your pulsating core, replacing them with his tongue as he lapped at your release, the filthiest of sounds leaving his lips while his tongue fucked you through your high. Your thighs squeezed around his head, so tight and firm.

He reluctantly pulled away from your core, smiling while covered in your shimmering slick. Sugawara climbed atop you once more, slipping his covered fingers past your lips. “Can you taste yourself, princess? See how addictive you are?”

Your tongue rolled over his fingers with purpose. You knew what you were doing. “Mhm,” you let go of his fingers, licking your lips. Your chest moved up and down, still attempting to recover from that mind-blowing orgasm. “S’good, Koshi. You make me feel so good.”

“I’m about to make you feel even better, princess,” he got off the bed, unbuckling his belt to place on the vanity chair and his pants. There was a stain on his boxers, no doubt caused by his tip-gushing precum. The briefs were forgotten about as well. He stood before you just as naked as you were before him. 

Sugawara was toned, that’s for sure. All those years of playing volleyball had reaped their rewards, and he was fucking proud of it. He didn’t quite have the most defined six-pack, but his abs were prominent, accompanied by a silver happy trail. His biceps rippled along with his shoulder muscles; he was beautiful, and you both were. 

His cock slapped against his abdomen, glistening with precum. “Do you see what you do to me, princess? D’ya see how fucking hard I am?” he crawled above you, his hands caging your head in place. 

His cock wasn’t girthy, but it was long. Not so long that it would be painful, but long enough to make you see stars. It teased at your entrance, begging to push past your soaked folds. “Princess,” Sugawara kissed your cheek. “Do you want me to use a condom? I brought one just in case.” his voice was reassuring. Even though he wanted nothing more than to demolish your insides, he would do whatever made you happiest. Whatever brought you the most pleasure, whatever could turn your vision white.

“Condoms are in the dresser drawer,” you pointed to the table next to your bed. He lunged over you and rummaged through it, eventually rolling the foil packet between his fingers. He ripped open the packaging with his teeth, moving the latex over his cock with ease. He made sure it was secure, tugging at the base of the condom. 

“For what it’s worth, you would look so pretty covered in my cum,” Sugawara purred against your lips, teasing your entrance with his tip. “Are you ready, princess? How do you want me to fuck you?” he clenched the sheets beneath him with knuckle-whitening strength.

“H-however, you wanna fuck me s’fine, Koshi,” you assured him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I just want you to fuck me, please.” 

Shit, you sounded so pretty when you begged for his cock. Sugawara mumbled something incoherent and pushed past your entrance, slowly filling you up until the head of his aching cock touched your cervix. He hissed at the sensation of your tight walls fluttering around him, trying to pull him impossibly deep.

“However I want, yeah?” Sugawara leaned down, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “Then I’m gonna fuck you like you’re mine.”

He snapped his hips against yours, each thrust more brutal than the last. He bottomed out each time, the head pressing against your cervix so deliciously. “All fucking mine,” he groaned into your neck, sending electrical pulses throughout your core. Your legs locked around his waist, not letting him escape. Not like he wanted to, he could fuck you forever. 

“Koshi! Oh, fuck, Koshi!” you sobbed, your hands clawing at his lean back. Your long, rainbow-colored nails left wild, catlike scratches that would likely be sore tomorrow. Sugawara fucking loved it. He loved how you reacted when he bullied his cock into your cunt, how it squeezed around it shamelessly. He fucking loved your pussy. Why did it take him so long to get the balls to ask you out? “Love y’dick Koshi, fucking love it!”

“I love you do, princess. You’re being such a good girl and fucking taking it.” his hands moved your pelvis, hovering it over the bed so he could better pound into you. This new angle somehow made you take him even deeper, his balls slapping against the cleft of your ass. “Your pussy feels even better than I could have imagined, fuck.” he moaned as your cunt fluttered around his cock, driving him closer to the edge. 

Suagwara’s punched forward over and over again, getting drunk off your sickly, sweet heat. He left an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin until you were covered with his teeth marks. He pistoned in and out of your weeping cunt with reckless abandon, whispering filth into your ear as he approached his release.

“Fuck, is my cock stretching you out, baby? You’ve been, oh my God, you’ve been whimpering all this time. Am I too much for you?” he teased, squeezing harshly on your breast. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m gonna give you what you need, I promise. Just lemme keep fucking this cunt, yeah?” he rasped against your neck, desperately chasing his high. His hips lost all sense of rhyme or reason, throwing sloppy and uncoordinated as his cock twitch deep inside of your core. 

“Fuck, I’m close. Y’feel so fucking good, baby, fuck. Got me addicted to this pretty pussy, shit.” he whimpered, setting a relentless pace. The sound of your sweat-covered bodies slapping against each other in unison filled your apartment, the atmosphere thick with the scent of sex. 

“Koshi! Feels so fucking good, need more,” you choked back tears, cupping his face to bring his lips to yours. Sugawara rasped against your lips, his kiss bruisingly passionate as he fucked you both through your lustful tremors. 

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking cum, fuck. That pussy’s milking me for all I’m worth, princess,” he tore himself away from your lips, his hips snapping once, then twice, then stopping their motions completely as he came. He moaned, his seed spilling into the condom. 

He pulled out of you, tying off the condom and tossing it onto the floor. “I’ll get that later,” Sugawara whispered before slumping onto your chest, burying his flushed face in your tits. You giggled and lazily kissed his forehead, treasuring this moment.

“I can confidently say that this has been the best first date I’ve ever been on,” you giggled, your thumb rubbing across Sugawara’s beauty mark. “I mean, I’ve only ever been on a couple of first dates, but this has been the best one by a long shot.”

“I’m so glad, princess,” he groaned, pulling his face from in between your breasts. “I’m so lucky you’re all mine. T-That is if you still want to be.” his brows furrowed.

You chuckled and brushed his hair to the side. “Of course I do, Koshi. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now, dummy.”

“I’m not a dummy. I’m a teacher!” he joked, a bright smile gracing his features. Sugawara’s expression then softened. “I’m so glad you’re mine. This feels like the best dream ever.” he lazily pecked your lips, pulling up your comforter to warmly envelop you. 

“Do you wanna just order food and lay here for a bit?” you mumbled, giggling as Sugawara repositioned your body so he was holding you.

“I would love that, princess,” his voice was soft and warm. “I can’t wait to go on more dates with you,” he pecked your cheek. “And I especially can’t wait to see my sexy new girlfriend at work wearing those cute little outfits.” his hands squeezed your breasts, causing you to yelp.

“Koshi!” you pretended to scold him.

“Sorry, princess, I couldn’t help it. You’re way too pretty.” he giggled, pulling you closer to his chest. You heard his heartbeat; its smooth rhythm instantly made you calm. The two of you lay there, cuddled under your covers as you talked the night away.

Art did have a way of bringing people together, after all.

[one-idea]

Here's an idea: time travel fix it, but the time traveller is Zeff.

Casually fixing what he can for his Eggplant's future Nakama, like bribing Mihawk with a nice wine to mention what Arlong is up to to Jimbe.

I love a time travel fix it with an unlikely hero. Because the Strawhats have a lot of information about what needs to be fixed. Their time travel fix it’s make sense. But the fun ones are their allies who know major events but don’t know everything.

(I saw someone try this with Mihawk and like the man only knows major events that the strawhats get into. Also he’s way more likely just to show up and watch the chaos while drinking wine.)

Zeff being sent back is so fun. 1) he’s a great character who obviously loves Sanji and would want to do what’s best for him. But also 2) he has no idea what half the inciting incidents are! How will he ever know what to stop?

He does have some information though. So let’s say he gets dropped 21 years in the past. He’s still a pirate. Ohara was just burnt last year and Rodger died 3 years ago (fact check me)

Most importantly Sanji is about to be born. His little eggplant is about to be born into one of the worst family on the sea. Well not if he has anything to say about it. He’s still Red-Leg Zeff, the pirate captain.

He knows they can’t do a full frontal assault but some sneaking around gets him to Sora. And a quick “how do you feel about taking all the kids and running?” She’s in. Anything to get them away from Judge.

And it’s stupid easy because they are babies who are only a few days old. Judge only cares about their test results he isn’t watching them. So Zeff and a few of his crew just nab Judges wife and kids, and quite a bit of loot.

Zeff is booking it out of there. But not without kick judge through at least one wall durning the escape.

He makes the decision to quiet the pirate life early. He’s got Sora and the kids to worry about. They open the Baratie early. He knows exactly which cooking staff he’s hiring.

As he separated from the crew he tells them that if they run into a girl named Nico Robin to bring her to him.

He starts establishing the Baratie as a location for all to dine in. But this time he’s focused on making connections. Keeping his thumb on the pulse of both pirate and government movement.

Raising the five kids he’s acquired along side Sora, the genetic programming takes but without it being supported as they grow eventually gets out of their systems. Sanji being the most in touch with his emotions followed by Reiju. Their brothers struggle with emotions but are a lot better and more adjusted than they are in cannon.

About two years into this restaurant one 11 year old Nico Robin is delivered by his old crew. The girl is super freaked out but he sits her down and tells her that’s she’s safe, he’s got ears everywhere and will know if the governmental coming after them, and he won’t let them take her. Plus who’s going to be looking for her at a high class restaurant. It also helps that he’s got a gaggle of children already so she can stay off the floor hanging out with the kids. Sora also dyes Robin’s hair purple and that with age is enough to make people not immediately recognize her from her bounty poster.

5 years later the red hair pirates a bouncing around the East blue and Zeff waits. Waits until one day Shanks comes in one arm short and bragging about his son. (It helps that Sanji and his siblings are helping out so Shanks and Zeff are just casually talking about their kids.) He grabs the captain and pulls him to the side and tells him that Luffy is in danger and that there is another little boy on that island, a boy who is the son of his old captain. Shanks thinks he’s crazy at first but he knows things about Luffy. The scar under his eye, and other things.

Enough to make shanks curious enough to turn around and find Luffy and his TWO new brothers. He quickly collects three children and returns to the Baratie. (Kicks door open while holding three children “you were right!” Zeff surprised by the third child but not mad) (I don’t think he knows about Sabo)

Luffy and Sanji get on like a house fire with Luffy loudly declaring that Sanji will one day join his crew as his chef. And Zeff is standing there watching them with a proud smile, because somethings are just meant to happen.

Meanwhile Shanks as turned to look at Zeff

“anything else I should know about?”

Zeff just snorts “a lot. You still friends with Hawkeyes or have you to made it official yet?”

(With the Baratie around earlier he had to witness young Shanks and Mihawk flirting, it was painful)

Shanks gets sad “he’s mad about well you know…” the missing arm. And Zeff feels bad about that but he had no clue how the man lost it in the first place so there was no way he could stop it.

“If you run into him tell him there’s a crazy kid in the east blue gunning for his title. If he wants to keep things interesting he might want to train him.” (The Baratie is Mihawk’s favorite establishment Zeff could also tell him but he has a feeling the swords master would listen to Shanks over him.)

This is how Mihawk shows up at a dojo where a 10year old Kuina and 9 year old Zoro are training. (A year before Kuina’s death) he sees their skill and hears Kuina’s father’s opinion about females and training. He knows it’s an opinion that is also popular in Wano where this man is obviously from, but it’s not the way the rest of the world works. He approaches and offers to take over the training of the girl “who won’t make anything of herself” and the “feral gremlin using sword handles for teething.” Kuina’s father isn’t to sure about all this but he can’t really refuse the greatest swordsman in the world nor will Kuina or Zoro stay once they hear about the offer.

Mihawk has now obtained one verbally polite girl who will break every rule the moment his back is turn and one backpack leash gremlin.

He and Shanks are regulars at the Baratie for parenting advice. Luffy meets Zoro’s and again claims him as part of the crew. Years later Zoro and Sanji argue over who will be the first official member (Sanji: Luffy asked me first! Zoro: but I was the first one to physically join the crew!)

But currently the three run a muck on the Baratie pulling pranks on their older siblings (Ace, Sabo, Kuina, and Reiju are all the same age) or just Sanji brothers (they are still learning emotions and will sometimes join in on the chaos, other times they are a rival faction but if they ever get to mean Luffy and Zoro put them in their place)

but eventually Luffy runs into Robin (she tries to stay out of the way as much as possible to not get the Baratie in trouble. Zeff tells her she doesn’t have to but Trauma is a thing) Luffy loves her instantly. She quitely reading a book and Luffy joins her for story time and she never gets mad at his interruption and is so patient with him. He looks at her with a grin of a small sun and tells her “when I’m captain you’re going to be on my crew!” Robin is a little freaked out because she doesn’t want to bring the world government down on this little boy. But Zeff talks to her later and tells her that Luffy isn’t a force that can be stopped. It takes time but in the next ten years Robin comes around to the idea of being on Luffy’s crew with Zoro and her little brother Sanji. As soon as Luffy claimed her he told the others. Sanji was pumped! Zoro just accept it but he comes around to really love Robin.

At the same time that the boys are all being adopted Zeff is making some calls and contacts. The Baratie has been open for over 9 years he’s got some high connections. He eventually gets a hold of Jimbei and tells him that Arlong is in the East Blue and causing trouble. (Arlong has just started in the East blue, Zeff has no clue of the time clock) he points Jimbei in the direction of Cocoyashi.

Jimbei gets their right at the time of Arlong raid in the village. He walks in right as Arlong and Bell-mére are having their confrontation. I don’t know exactly what happens (I haven’t met Jimbei yet) but he’s able to stop it.

Bell-mére asks how he knew they were in trouble and he tells them about the Baratie. The village wants to thank the man who alerted Jimbei so Bell-mére goes (she is a retired Marine and probably the best sailor.) and takes Nojiko and Nami with her. Of course Shanks is visiting with the boys and Luffy and Nami instantly hit it off. “This is my Navigator!!!” Shanks is laughing because the kids going to have a whole crew before he has a boat.

Once Luffy is ready to set sail he meets up with Zoro and the two head to the Baratie to pick up Nami, Sanji, and Robin. Zeff points them in the direction of Suyrup village to “get a ship” where they pick up Usopp and save Kaya. (This absolutely does not make Usopp’s feeling of inferiority worse by the time they get to Water 7. No way. It’s not like everyone else on the crew until Vivi and Chopper have known each other for 10 years. He’s not the odd man out in any way.)

Zeff doesn’t have a lot of information about their adventures so he can’t truly stop anything but he does know some thing. (Nami leaving the crew. Luffy and Zoro being from the east blue and having connections with Shanks and Mihawk (Mihawk totally goes the the Baratie to drink during the time skip. Zeff knows Zoro is his kid) he knows Ace is Roger’s son and that he dies. But he doesn’t know anything that isn’t in Sanji’s letters or the news paper (which is full of lies)

He makes the best decisions he can for Sanji.

He saves Sanji from Zeff as soon as possible

Accidentally saving Sora, Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji

After Sanji set sail Zeff decides to expand the Baratie. It’s a chain

Patty and Carne take over the East blue branch

Reiju runs the one in the grandline.

Ichiji runs one in the west blue

Niji runs one in the south blue

The north blue doesn’t get one until Judge is dead they all agree on that

Yonji bounces from place to place helping as he is needed

Zeff and Sora open one in the New World.

Zeff might not know everything the Strawhats went through but he knows the major events and by having a home base in almost every sea he’s got ears everywhere. His old crew is still out there acting as ears for him and bring him news.

Anything he can help the Strawhats avoid or remove from their path he sends word

He tells Shanks about Ace.

Accidentally getting Luffy, Ace, and Sabo adopted

Saving Sabo from the Celestial dragons

Giving all three boys the chance to train with the Red Hair Pirates and learn Haki early while also getting a feel for the Grandline and New World

Ace’s death is prevented because he knows about Blackbeards plans and tells Ace to watch out for the man and to not trust him. It helps that Ace grew up with Shanks who never liked Blackbeard at all.

He tells Mihawk about Zoro

Kuina is accidentally saved

Both get to train with Mihawk far before their adventure. Mihawk loves it because the two are “trying to kill him” but they are also competing with each other and it’s MESSY they are so dramatic in their own weird way and he’s living for watching this gremlins fight while he drinks wine. When Perona shows up he finally has a goth child who wants to dress presentable and drink wine while making his other children. The family is complete.

He puts out feelers for Robin having no real hope she will show up

Accidentally gave her a loving home and help her feel safe while also preparing her for the adventure ahead.

He points Jimbei in Arlong direction. He has no clue what Arlong is truly up to.

Accidentally saves village

Saves Bell-mére’s life and kick starts the Strawhats.

The Strawhats still have a lot going on but because of advance trading some received as children and the stronger bonds.

He can’t do anything to Chopper, Franky, Brook or Usopp because their trauma is already passed Franky/Brook or he doesn’t know their stories well enough to intervene, Usopp/Chopper.

But he does make the safest home possible for his little eggplant.

[lukeskywalkersrighthand]

☀️Luke Skywalker Headcannon ☀️

Luke Skywalker is the BEST teacher ever!!

He ends up slowly building his collection of force sensitive children. Eventually resulting in a gaggle of children who all adore him.

He was at first nervous as he has never really been around kids before but he finds that he is a natural.

His naturally casual tone and demeanor was naturally calming. The children, many who have pretty intense trauma, feel comforted by Luke’s calm presence and careful attention.

He is funny and creative. He loves showing his students new things. Besides just the force, Luke shows his students new food, music, and tells stories. He remembers the joy of finally being able to come with his uncle into the dunes to check the converters. The pride and enthusiasm he felt as Owen showed him exactly what made the machinery work. He saw the same wonder and joy as the children stood around him watching carefully as he adjusted a part of his lightsaber.

He is always patient and gentle. Letting the youngest of the bunch climb up his legs and swinging from his arms. The children always looping him into a game or quest that they created. He shows them card games and activities. The same ones he learned during his time in the rebellion. They have tournaments where Luke always looses in the first few rounds.

He is focused and determined. He always supports his students but never pressures them. When a particularly difficult skill seems impossible Master Skywalker always has that perfect joke or comment to help ease the tension. He tries his hardest to be honest. He works everyday to avoid the same distant superiority that some of the Jedi teachers in the past preferred.

He wants his students to talk to him. He wants to know them. What they like and don’t like. He memorises each of their favorite foods and makes them special for each of them. Taking the time to help them in their studies making unique plans for each of their training.

Instead of channeling Yoda or Obi Wan his teaching relies first and foremost within the teachings of his adoptive parents. He hugs his students often, holding their hands and rubbing their backs. Slowly rocking them back to sleep when their own nightmares wake them at night.

At night, when the school is quiet and calm he looks out to the stars and thinks to his aunt Beru. The quiet gentle nature of his own childhood a sweet memory in comparison to his more recent adventures. He knows that when he goes to sleep the nightmares will come. The flashing images of burnt bodies crawling out from the Lars farmstead, grabbing him and pulling him into darkness.

Until his eyes ache from the tiredness he will sit there instead. Looking into the setting sun and thinking about what he will be getting each of the children this year for life day.

He will not be the distant teacher of the Jedi past but instead a mentor and friend to his students. Even a parent if needed.

[seoafin]

hi

wc: 3.7k

(cw: oc!children, rampant vile misogyny, stsg as dads!!!!!)

Nagi is ridiculously bored. She wishes Satoru and Suguru would hurry up already, and stifles the urge to look at her wrist and the watch that isn’t there. Riko on her left, looks similarly dissatisfied, ready to give the two a tongue lashing when they come to collect them. Hiroto is content to look out the window and stare at the leaves falling from a tree like the boring person he is, but she isn’t. The three of them sit in silence, unwilling to talk to each other where they could easily be overheard. 

Her first instinct upon being asked to accompany her fathers to some higher up’s house had been a resounding no, but you had overheard. Or maybe it had been intentional on Satoru's conniving part. You smiled and told them they should make friends. Satoru grinned, sensing weakness, and well, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your mother, would you now?

Useless, mundane chatter fills the room. Out of the corner of Nagi’s eye, she catches a boy looking at her. She slowly turns her head, lets her lips lift in a coy smile, and takes some satisfaction in how red he gets before he quickly looks away. Like a tomato.

Nobody talks to them. Nagi can see the girls huddled together in groups, their gazes periodically turning to Hiro every couple of minutes. Hushed whispers. Stare. Giggles. Like a clockwork. The boys are similarly huddled into groups talking about what she assumes to be politics. Nagi cannot recall any names. She does not know these people and she does not care about these people.

There’s a boy in the corner, surrounded by a gaggle of girls and boys. The haughty look plastered to his ugly face had Nagi immediately despising him on principle. The type to take excessive interest in the bloodlines of those he surrounds himself with. He’s been glancing at them, from Riko, to Hiro, to her.

Exhaling, she turns to her sister, about to ask her to accompany her to the garden. Nagi does not particularly feel bad leaving Hiro to the wolves. She feels more bad for the girls than Hiro.

“How many siblings do you have again?” The boy calls, just as Nagi is about to open her mouth.

Nothing gets Hiro’s attention quicker than the mention of Tsuki or Suzu. Except the boy does not look particularly inclined to talk about the dragon drawing Suzu had given Hiro the other day, to which Satoru had tearfully asked her, what about me!? Papa wants a drawing too!

Hiro’s cool gaze rakes over the group. The snickers die out immediately. Some nervously shuffle. Riko doesn’t even bother to give them her attention, staring at the wall.

When it’s clear nobody is going to answer him, momentum lost, anger cracks open his face.

“Tell me,” he says, louder, ignoring the nervous looks given to him. “Who are the men your whore mother opened her legs up for two more times?” Miraculously emboldened, a crass look crosses his face. “Does she take appointments?”

The room goes silent.

Riko freezes. The slow turn on her head forewarns a storm. Her gaze is chilly, blue eyes crystal clear in their divine judgment. “What did you just say?” 

Her fists are white with anger. The air sparks with the billowing cursed energy.

Nagi’s eyes catch on the glinting hair ornament in Riko’s tied hair (a present from Suguru), and idly wonders how easy it would be to stab the boy to death with it. Her own mounting anger is nearing a simmering boiling, despite the apathy of her face. Hiroto is ominously blank faced. 

The boy puffs up his chest, despite the danger gathering around Riko. He can’t yet fathom what Riko will do to him. “Haven’t you heard?” He mocks. “Your mother’s nothing but a cheap whore—”

Whore, whore, whore, whore. She thinks. Mama’s always the whore in these stories. 

Nagi hears the sick crunch of bones, eyes easily following the blinking movement of Hiroto’s body. Limitless. Because in the next second, blood is splattered across the floor and Hiroto’s fists are coming down heavily on the boy’s face. 

Girls scream. People scatter in a shuffle. Nagi stares.

Hiroto isn’t the violent type. Or the angry type. Hiroto is rarely moved in general—

But he loves his mother. They all do. 

In the end it’s Riko who pulls Hiroto back. Hiroto, who has never been one to be provoked so easily. That odd twin-sense-thing they’re prone to doing where they barely have to speak. He doesn’t put up much of a fight, but instead easily stands as if he had merely been picking something that dropped to the floor. Blood stains his fists, dripping onto the tatami flooring. Hiroto looks down at the boy, at the mess of his disfigured face. There are specks of blood on his face, his white hair, and nobody says a single thing.

Riko and Hiroto, the firstborn twins of Gojo Satoru. Nagi thinks that even though Riko inherited the most from their father, all of them only see Satoru in Hiroto. None of them were all that much welcome in the Gojo Clan, least of all her, the firstborn daughter of Geto Suguru, but for Hiroto they made allowances. The son that looked an exact replica of the boy-God they spoiled and coddled.

If only Hiroto cared about any of it.

The boy’s face is nearly disfigured, swollen with blood and bruises. Hiro isn’t even breathing heavily. A wheeze leaves the boy’s mouth. He got what he deserved, Nagi thinks, leaning down to examine him, careful not to get blood on the kimono her fathers had picked out for her. Satoru had been grinning so widely the other day, holding the kimono open and spinning around like a fool while Riko threw bird seeds at him.

Her long black hair brushes his face, the floor, but Nagi doesn’t mind the blood. 

“Don’t you ever call my mother a whore again,” she states calmly, staring down at the boy through the puffy slits of his eyes. Behind her, cracks fracture the air, like glass splintering. A long clawed hand creeps out of the tear. A single wide eye encompasses her back. “Next time, I’ll cut your tongue out, and leave the rest of you to my curses.”

Riko snorts. “Don’t think that matters. It’s not like he’ll be using his tongue any time soon,” she says cruelly.

Hiroto looks on dispassionately.

The door slides open with a slam. Men rush into the room, including their fathers. Her father is immediately at Hiroto’s side, hands grasping her brother’s fists. Her other father raises an eyebrow at the sight.

A man gasps, running to the bloodied boy. “Akito! Akito!” He cries. 

So that’s his name.

A man turns to them. “Just what is going on here!?”

“Oh dear,” Satoru sighs, intrinsically unbothered. “Your mother isn’t going to be happy.”

——

Her mother is a frightening vision when upset.

“What were the three of you thinking?”

The three of them stand across from her in the wide living room of their home. You stare them down, demanding them to speak. “You could’ve killed that poor boy!”

Nobody speaks. You look devastated, and Nagi’s stomach turns at the sight. Riko and Hiroto are also similarly looking green in the face. But Hiro is sweating, wetness gathering at his temples. He’ll be the first to crack, she knows it. Hiro’s never been good at being at the receiving end of your disappointment. A mama’s boy, through and through.

You’ve never been one to raise your voice. Growing up, discipline had mostly come in the form of a curt tone or a gut wrenching disappointed look. Or silence. Despite what people think, and Nagi knows that too many people think about her family, disciplinary measures in the family have always fallen on you. Riko often disregards Satoru’s ire, shrugging it off like second skin. Suguru doesn’t even try, either too doting or too amused. Your opinion has always mattered the most to Hiro, and everyone knows it. Nagi plays the dutiful daughter, but it’s you she’s always listened to above all else. Satoru and Suguru give good advice at times, sure, but that doesn’t always mean they always know best.

The silence is the worst, that, they can all collectively agree on. The instances when you can’t even formulate the words to your anger because you’re too busy internalizing their behavior. It’s your fault. Your inability to parent. All your vulnerabilities rising to the surface. 

The car ride had been silent. When Satoru cheerfully asked how your day was, you had given him such a cold, furious look that he had meekly closed his mouth and spent the rest of the ride meditating. Even Suguru couldn't help him out of that one. It was only their Aunt Shoko’s presence in the car that had given you some semblance of peace.

Upon reaching home, the two of them had immediately bounded for Suzu’s room, eager to see their youngest, and tuck her close to their sides.

Cowards.

“What do you three have to say for yourselves?” Your voice turns sharp. “Is this how I raised you?” You turn to Hiroto. “I thought you were better than this. All of you.”

Nagi’s aunt puts an arm on your shoulder. Riko and Hiro straighten. Aunt Shoko to the rescue! “I’m sure they had their reasons.” She eyes them. “They’re smart kids.”

Riko hides her smile.

You frown. “Shoko, this really isn’t the time to be taking their side. That boy’s face—”

“—is all better now,” she says calmly. A touch of her hand, and the boy’s breathing had evened out, much to the relief of his father. “It’s like nothing ever happened.”

No permanent disfigurement. But he’ll remember, and for now, that’s enough.

You remain unconvinced. You turn away from them and close your eyes.

Her Aunt Shoko gives them an I tried shrug. She gives you a brief hug. “I’ll see you Thursday.”

“Be good,” Shoko says to the three of them, smiling as if she hadn’t been the one to tell them: ask your mother for forgiveness, not permission.

And with that cheerful nonchalance, their only chance at salvation strolls out the house.

You look at the three of them, gaze decidedly less severe, and exhale. The set of your shoulders make you seem older. It’s an odd contrast. Suguru and Satoru seem to get younger as the years pass, but you’ve always taken on worries too easily. Fragile in a way the three of them always understood, even as children. A shaky mirage in your ever encompassing sadness.

Your mother’s different, Satoru said to Nagi once, when the two of them had been walking home from her ice skating lessons. You had spent the day, listless in bed, Hiro curled up at your side, ever faithful. Suguru had grasped your hand, stroked your face with another, and given you a kiss on the head before making breakfast. She gets lost sometimes. People are meant to overcome their pasts, but some never leave it. You’ve always treaded that line precariously, much to Satoru and Suguru’s constant worry.

“I don’t—” you break off, biting your lip. Gone is the momentary anger, replaced by a deep sadness weighing in your eyes. “Not on my behalf. It’s not worth the trouble. I don’t want you, any of you, to get hurt.”

Hiro bristles, all righteous anger. “If they have something to say about you, they can say it to my face.”

At the same time, Riko surges forward. “They’re—”

“No,” you cut her off, looking right into Riko’s eyes. Then Hiro’s. Then Nagi’s. “No.”

Protests immediately burst from Hiro and Riko, but you’re looking at her.

Nagi meets her mother’s gaze, and nods.

You soften. There’s a history there, in her mother’s eyes, and she knows Hiro and Riko are too impassioned to see it. People will say what they say, even with the threat of her fathers bearing down on them. Entrenched tradition and prejudices making tongues loose, even at the risk of dismemberment.

You are a whore, a seductress, a vile wench who doesn’t know her place. A promiscuous, morally loose woman who can’t stop getting pregnant despite the fact that men are expected to have broods of children with different women. Had Satoru done his duty and taken a high ranking wife, Jujutsu society would have been better off, blessed even. Suguru was inevitable. Even the higher ups held their tongues at what was the most unorthodox relationship to have graced Jujutsu society, appeased only by brute strength. If marriage was out of the equation, then at least a mistress of their choosing, paving the way for children they could mold to their liking.

In no satisfactory outcomes are you kept within the bounds of that equation.

When Nagi was nine, a similarly aged son of an honored guest from Okinawa had told her his father was looking for a whore, and someone had pointed him her mother’s way. Riko had been outside climbing trees. Hiro, glued to your side. Then he proclaimed his intentions to marry her, despite her whore mother’s blood. Nagi never saw the man or his son after that meeting. People were suspiciously quiet in the aftermath. You never made appearances in high society as often after, and you were happier for it. And if you were happy, then everyone was happy.

Footsteps from the corridor. Nagi’s younger brother skids into the living room, football jersey still plastered on his back. He looks wildly at the scene before him, and grins.

“Oh, you guys are in troubleeeeeeee.”

Riko rolls her eyes, folding her arms. Tsuki sticks out his tongue.

You beckon to Tsuki, and he wraps his arms around you, face nuzzling into your side. “You need to take a shower,” you reprimand lightly. “What did I say about leaving your dirty soccer cleats in the genkan?”

Tsuki pulls himself away. “Yes, mama,” he replies obediently, looking thoughtful. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving! Is Papa cooking tonight? When are Mimi-nee and Nana-nee visiting again? Megumi-nii said he’s coming over soon. Did you invite him tonight? Is he bringing his girlfriend this time? Satoru says Megumi-nii doesn’t actually have a girlfriend and he’s lying because he’s hopeless at love. Have you met her?”

He pauses. Looks to his three older siblings. “Have you guys met her?” Then he blinks, the shade of his eyes, peculiar in their color. “Why is everyone in trouble again? Satoru and Papa won’t say anything.”

Tsuki’s brand of hyperactive questioning is nothing new. Questions since he could speak, you reminisce fondly. 

You laugh, the sound a relief, wiping a grass stain off Tsuki’s face with your thumb. Riko opens her mouth, then closes it.

Hiro sighs. “Katsu. Yes. Next Thursday. Yes. Don’t know. Yes.”

Tsuki brightens at the information. Before he can respond, you pat his cheek. “Go take a shower,” you say lightly, smile growing on your face. Maybe they’ll make it out of this one thanks to Tsuki’s timely intervention. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Fine,” he chirps. Approaching Nagi, he smiles, her kid brother, still all gawky limbs and uneven teeth. “You look really nice Nagi-nee. It’s nice to see one girl in this family who cares about dressing up.”

“Ex-cuse me?” Riko squawks.

Hiro chuckles, before an elbow lands itself in his gut. Nagi can’t resist a smile. There’s no underlying jab in the statement, just a plaintive truth most children grow out of. Except Tsuki never had. Nagi thinks it’ll either make his life very easy, or very hard.

She ruffles his hair. “Mama’s right.” She holds her nose. “You stink. You’ll wake up Suzu with that smell of yours.” If Satoru and Suguru haven’t already.

Tsuki lifts his arm to his nose and makes an affirmative noise, nose scrunching. “Tell Suguru I could eat enough for three!” 

Riko snorts. “You pregnant?”

Tsuki frowns in mock-disapproval, holding his hands protectively to his stomach. “I could be,” he says seriously. It’s the last thing he says before hoisting his gym bag on his shoulder and scrambling off to his room in search of his shower.

You sigh, the fight in you long gone. You turn to the three of them, gaze unreadable. In a way, Nagi thinks you are even more indecipherable than Satoru and Suguru. The two of them have never been unfaltering or uncompromising in their wants. In many aspects the two of them are open books people refuse to read. You on the other hand. 

Everything Nagi knows about you is from Suguru and Satoru. 

“I love you three,” you say quietly. “There are better things, better causes to fight for. Just remember that.”

It’s plain on their faces that Hiro and Riko want to argue. Hiro’s gaze flickers to her’s, just for a second, and Nagi shakes her head. Hiro glares at the floor.

“Now,” you say, clearly ready to be done with this once and for all. You smile. “Get ready for dinner, okay?”

——

“You know,” Satoru starts in that deceptively light tone that tells Nagi she should prepare herself for whatever words proceed next from his mouth, “Your mother never wanted children.”

Nagi stares at him.

The seconds pass, and Satoru sighs happily, unfazed. “You really look just like your mother when you do that.” He slips the sunglasses from his face, and places it on the floor of the engawa, fingers grasping at his temples.

Nagi stares at him.

Satoru’s smile touches his eyes, bright in their joy. It’s hard to reconcile this silly go happy fool with the stories, all the myths uttered in whispered awe, but this myth is a reality. Her (unfortunate) reality.

“When your mother was pregnant with the twins, it was really hard for her.” Satoru unfurls his limbs in all their grace, getting comfortable. The evening summer air feels nice on her skin. She watches the leaves of the trees in the large yard flutter. Nagi wonders if the convenience store near the house is still open. She’s craving melon ice cream.

She’s curious though. You’ve never made any mention of this. You wouldn’t. And Satoru doesn’t lie. Especially not when it comes to you. Hiro thinks you’ve compartmentalized your life into before and after, at least that’s his theory.

She stays silent, urging Satoru with narrowed eyes to continue.

“It was so difficult to get your mother to settle,” Satoru sighs in a woe-is-me manner. He grins, sharp. Nagi almost does a double take to make sure it isn’t actually Hiro in front of her. “Then she was pregnant.”

Nagi makes a face. She really doesn’t need a play by play about how her kind, beloved, mother had been essentially baby trapped into marriage. She knows. Riko and Hiro know. All the pointed remarks about babies and pregnancies. Satoru had brought up vow renewals the other day, and Suguru, an all too casual comment about Suzu growing up. Nagi inwardly retches.

“The point being?” Nagi asks coolly.

The amusement falls from Satoru’s face, so easily, Nagi stills at the sudden appearance of Satoru’s grave expression. “She was terrified because she didn’t want them to inherit anything of her’s.”

The gravity of the moment fades, as Satoru’s face regains his usual liveliness, just enough to inject levity into the atmosphere. “Thank god they inherited my looks,” Satoru says, much more cheerily. He twirls his index finger. “Your mother would’ve gone down a dark, dark hole had they looked anything like her.”

Nagi isn’t sure what to say. You’ve never once treated Suzu with anything but the careful consideration that is your love. She can’t imagine you casting your gaze away from the youngest. From her, from Riko or Hiro. You love them with everything. You would die and kill for each and everyone of them. That’s undeniable.

But Suzu especially. Her younger sister who just lost a tooth. Suzu likes fairy tales with princesses and princes, a dreamer at heart who will grow up wanting for nothing. Nagi can already see that. Satoru and Suguru’s favorite. The apple of their eye. Doted on by the entire family. Hiro already frets about what people will say when they see her, the child that takes after you the most. Suguru and Satoru have never taken her to see Satoru’s family. Or anyone really. To Suzu, jujutsu sorcery is a fun family secret to keep hidden from people that aren't her family. 

“Mama loves Suzu,” Nagi says confidently. 

Satoru’s features go soft. “Of course she does. She could never hate any of you. Never in a million years.”

He goes silent, and she can’t help but think it’s rare to see her father so deep in thought, without his characteristic flamboyance. 

Nagi doesn’t realize Satoru is gazing at her until she catches his eye. The look on his face is so fond, the glint of his eyes, proud, that she can’t even find it in herself to be exasperated. She can confidently say she’s never grown up without love. For all that Satoru and Suguru exasperate her, she is fortunate to have not one, but two fathers who love her. Satoru’s unwavering faith. Suguru’s steadying hand on her back.

“Everything good about you comes from your mother.”

And Suguru would agree is the unsaid statement.

Nagi meets her father’s gaze evenly, easily. 

There are many things to be said of Gojo Satoru. People cower and curse and worship. But if anything can be said of Satoru as a parent, a father, let it be this: his children have never known fear in his presence.

Not everything, Nagi thinks. But that’s neither here nor now.

“I know.”

——

extra:

“You two should’ve taken a mistress,” Nagi says, later. She’s only half joking.

The two of them are spread out on the engawa, soaking in the remnants of the summer sunset, watermelon seeds on their tongues. In three minutes, Suzu will join them, excitedly jumping into Satoru’s open arms while he peppers her with kisses as she beams. Tsuki will join them next, clutching a football in his arms, Riko following soon after. Then Suguru, you, and Hiro. Everyone will pretend to be interested in and listen to Suzu point out shapes in the cloud and fabricate inception stories, except Satoru and Suguru won’t actually have to pretend. You will stop Satoru from doing stupid like letting Suzu’s whims dictate what shape he should change a cloud into, and confusing meteorologists for the next week or so. And Suguru will rectify Suzu’s pout with a curse that changes shape into anything she wants. 

Her father frowns, looking more disgruntled than she’s ever seen him. “Suguru and I have enough competition!”

[roanofarcc]

THE FIRST DATE

pairing: pete martino x fem!reader

summary: pete hadn’t planned a first date in a long time, but he wanted everything to be perfect. unfortunately, nothing could seem to go as planned for pete. but fortunately, you never minded a bit of chaos. 

warnings: dead!reader, first date mishaps, children 

word count. 1.7k | masterlist

“I had to die in tall socks, didn’t I?” Pete sighed, peering down at his outfit with a self-conscious itch. He’d never paid much mind to the death outfit that he was stuck in, even when his fellow ghosts made their jabs. He liked being a troop leader, and even though that brought him his untimely death, he liked that his outfit reflected his passion. That was, until he was trying to freshen up for his first date as a ghost only to realize how ridiculous he looked. 

From the other side of the room, Trevor scoffed. “At least you have pants, man.” 

That was fair. But Pete still felt grossly under-prepared to be going on a date. From his outfit to his overall rustiness in the dating game, he was riddled with doubt. It must’ve been obvious because Sass approached him with a somewhat sympathetic look. 

“You’ve got to relax, buddy,” he said. 

“I know,” Pete sighed once more, hanging his head. “I just want this to go well because if it doesn’t, it’s not like it’s easy to avoid each other.” That was the thing about fraternizing with your fellow ghosts, whether things went wonderful or were a disaster, you all were stuck there with each other. However, if Pete made a big enough fool of himself, maybe retreat to the basement and spend the rest of eternity with the ghosts down there. 

Trevor joined Sass, both of them standing in front of Pete with any tone of friendly mocking gone and replaced with a brotherly kind of support. Pete had friends growing up, fellow nerds that he got along with enough to survive high school with. But Trevor and Sass, if they’d all been alive at the same time probably wouldn’t have spared each other a second glance. Yet, there they all were an odd but nice collection of friends. Pete was forever thankful for that. 

“Everything will be fine. But if you freak out, you’ll freak her out,” Trevor said. 

“You’re right,” Pete said. He rolled his shoulders back and tried to smooth out the wrinkles forever pressed into the fabric of his shirt. “I think I’m ready.” 

“Yeah you are!” Trevor smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go get, ‘em tiger.” 

Pete tried to keep his composer as relaxed as he as could as he walked out of the room and into the hall. He bee-lined for your room. It wasn’t like he could pick you up in a car, so a simple walk from upstairs to downstairs was the best he could do. He also couldn’t bring you flowers or, well, anything, but Sam had bought some and put them in a vase on the table that she and Jay had set up. 

Pete was almost to your room when a gaggle of children came sprinting up the stairs. Confused, Pete didn’t even have time to move out of the way before the kids ran right through him. He doubled over in the strange pain that flooded the ghosts’ bodies when livings passed through them. The kids were quickly followed by a flustered Sam not far behind. She huffed, slightly out of breath as she stopped in front of Pete. 

“Oh, Pete, I’m sorry,” she rushed out. “New guests. And they brought their kids who are, apparently, the devil incarnate.” Just as she spoke, the sound of glass shattering startled both of them. A vase lay on the ground at the feet of laughing kids, probably no older than eight or nine. 

From your room, Hetty, Alberta, and Flower emerged, with you with them. “What in the world is going on out here?” Hetty asked. 

“New guests and their kids,” Pete answered, watching as Sam quickly tried to pick up the pieces of glass off the floor before taking off after the kids again. 

A look of disgust fell across Hetty’s face. “This is no establishment for children. Could they not have left them at home or at work?” 

You smiled gently with a shake of your head. “People don’t usually leave their kids alone anymore, Hetty. And they don’t have jobs.” 

Hetty scoffed. “Ridiculous. How will they learn discipline?” 

“Clearly they don’t have any if they’re runnin’ around like this,” Alberta said. 

“Shall we?” you said to Pete, trying to ignore the chaos the children were causing. 

Pete nodded quickly and offered his arm. You laughed lightly as you took it. You felt nerves twist around in your stomach, but it was outweighed by the excitement bubbling up. You had been secretly pining after Pete for as long as you could remember but never acted on it since he was still loyal to his wife, even in death. But once he mentioned he would be interested in dipping his toe in the ghost dating pool, you tried to subtly hint that you were interested in him. It took a little while for him to get the hint, but once he did, your first date was set in motion thanks to the help of your fell ghost mates. 

You’d been waiting all week for your date, excited to have a first date after years of ghost hood. It had been ages since you went on a date, but with Pete, it didn’t feel as nerve-wracking because you two were already good friends. 

As you made your way down the stairs, you heard echoes of loud chatter from the dining room, where your date was supposed to take place. At the bottom of the stairs, you two shared a confused look. Heavy footsteps sounded from behind you, and you quickly shoved Pete to the side as the kids raced down the stairs. Sam followed, breathing heavily and face flushed with frustration. 

“Geez,” she wheezed out, approaching you and Pete. “I didn’t know owning a B&B would mean becoming a temporary babysitter.” 

“Um, Sam,” Pete started, gesturing to the dining room. 

She let out a huff and took off toward the dining room, you two quick on her heels. Pete’s heart sank when he saw two people seated at the dining table, enjoying a meal he had picked out for your date, wine glasses filled, and the bouquet of flowers picked apart by the eager kids plucking their petals off with giggles. 

“Oh, Sam, isn’t it?” a woman said, waving around her wine glass carelessly. “This meal is fantastic! Not our usual choice for dinner, but we have been saying we’ve been wanting to step out of our box, right sweetheart?” 

The man across from her swatted one of his kids’ hands away from his plate before he made a big show of wiping the food from his chin. “Yeah, everything’s great.” 

“Tiffany, darling, don’t eat that,” the woman said to her daughter, who had a flower shoved in her mouth. “You don’t mind throwing on a movie for them or something, do you? Mark and I would love a little longer to ourselves.” 

Sam got that look on her face she often did when a guest was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t say no for fear of losing the business they desperately needed. It was a tight-lipped smile and hands clasped in front of her. “No problem,” she said stiffly. “Just give me one second.” She hurried into the kitchen, prompting you and Pete to follow. 

Jay was standing at the stove, tapping his foot against the ground. “Are they here?” Sam nodded. “Ah, man. I’m sorry guys. That meal was supposed to be for you! I mean, I know you can’t eat it but…you know. These people just showed up, no reservations or anything.” 

“It’s okay,” you said. It wasn’t like they could turn down business and Jay had a point; you and Pete couldn’t eat the meal he made. 

Sam glanced at Pete, frowning. “We can reschedule?” 

He looked conflicted, a series of emotions flashing across his slightly scrunched face. “Yeah, I guess,” Pete said, disappointed. You looped your arm with his once more, an idea flickering to life inside your head. 

“Maybe we don’t have to.” 

Pete furrowed his brows. “There’s no dinner, no flowers, no-” 

“I don’t need any of those things,” you interjected, pulling him closer to your side. “I just want to hang out with you.” 

“Aw,” Sam cooed from a couple feet away, but she quickly quieted herself and gestured for you two to keep talking. 

“Wait, what’s happening?” Jay asked. 

“Come on, I’ll fill you in.” Sam and Jay left. 

Pete still looked unsure. “We hang out every day. I wanted tonight to be different like a real date. But I should have known something would go wrong. First, I’m stuck in this stupid outfit-” 

You cut him off once again, unhooking your arm before placing both hands on his shoulders and looking him right in the eyes. “Hey,” you said quickly. “I happen to like your outfit. Tall socks and all.” That earned a small smile from him. “And I think I know a way we can still have a real date.” 

“How?” 

With a wide smile, you laced your fingers with his and tugged him out the back door and into the backyard. It was still under renovation, but Sam and Jay had restored a little corner just off the back door where guests could sit when the weather was nice. You enjoyed the small corner, but the other ghosts didn’t visit it as much as you did. 

You led him to the bench and pulled him down to sit beside you, your legs pressed against one another. “It may not be a ‘normal’ date, but we're not exactly normal, Pete.” 

He seemed to relinquish some of his disappointment and leaned back into the bench, still holding onto your hand. “Yeah, but we could’ve pretended for one night.” 

“That’s no fun,” you replied. “I like this.” 

Pete was quiet for a moment, a comfortable stretch that allowed you to take a breath of fresh air and admire the scenery between the feeling of Pete’s cold hands clasped in yours. 

“I like you,” he finally said, his voice quiet in the still evening air. 

You turned your head to face him, your smile stretching wider. “I hope so.” He matched your grin and playfully rolled his eyes. “I like you too.” 

“I hope so.”

[hoardcloneheadcanons]

Stone & Robotnik's Gaggle of Robot Children P3

Stone meets up with an old colleague and keeps his temper mostly in check.

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Ch 9- Stone and Metal Amsterdam Part 3

The improvements that Stone made to Metal were slow and groggy. Bit by bit.

He'd started calling the project Metal when he thought about it and talked about it. He preferred not to think of the blue hedgehog when he didn’t have to.

Besides, it deserved its own name.

Metal was an impressive wonder as a semi-independent automaton, but he still could not go very fast.

Stone had a rigged a treadmill rinside the hideout to track the little robot as it ran, making it run until failure, adjusting its joints and then trying again.

They added 10 mph after trying out five different lubricants on his joints. Another 20 mph after changing his fasteners. Another 10 after changing the weight around in his chest-plate.

They'd gotten to 80 mph. Fast for a bipedal creature of his size. But not Sonic fast, not even close. And they still hadn't tested him on turns.

Stone could feel the self-hatred creeping in, his failure to protect Robotnik coloring the way he felt about all these tests, about his lack of progress.

There was a little part of him that had expected this to be easier, and he felt guilty for it existing. How dare he thought he could replace the great Doctor Robotnik? How dare he think he could just slide into a project he couldn’t finish, and get it swiftly done?

It's-just-

Towards the end? Robotnik's experimental design had sucked. It truly had.

Robotnik was still as smart as ever, but his self-destructive tendencies and impatience with himself leaked into how he did experiments. It wasn’t careful, it wasn’t cautious, it wasn't measured, there was no room to collect data.

He'd use walls as turning barriers for obstacle courses instead of traffic cones, and crank the treadmill up to speeds higher than they'd proved Metal could go,  going in units of 50 mph with each trial instead of 5 or even 10. Either he'd been too eager to get affirmation that his design worked or he simply desired to express his frustration on something and Metal was there.

So was Stone.

Stone had always been there for Robotnik's yelling and destruction. The weeping had been new. And it both delighted him that the Doctor was trusting him to see such a delicate piece of vulnerability and terrified him how much everything he’d relied on was shifting and changing through his fingers.

In the present day, Stone adjusted the weights in Metal’s chest to allow him to slightly tilt forward without falling over. He breezed through 10, 20, 30, 40 mph with complete success.

Stone was sleeping more these days. Fitfully, but he was in bed on schedule. He was jogging again. Half measures. Struggling to move things forward.

50 mph, stable 60 mph, and Stone could see some of the vibration in his legs.

He was tempted to shave his beard off completely so he didn't have to think about it anymore, but he didn't want to admit defeat against his own facial hair. He rubbed his hand over his face, thinking about it, and one of the badniks turned to look at him.

They did that now- tracked his emotions. They watched him if they saw his shoulders tensing or his breathing quicken, and they flew closer to him waiting for... something. A command to fire maybe?

They used to do the same for the Doctor when he was alive.

He'd watch them gather near Robotnik and know that it was time to get him a distraction, or coffee or a punching bag.

Often a verbal punching bag. Someone else if he could find them, but himself if he couldn't.

They did it for Stone now. And he didn't know how he felt about it.

Metal hit 80 mph on the treadmill and his leg fell off again.

Stones' teeth clicked, and all the badniks turned to look at him, a dozen and a half unblinking red eyes turned towards the two of them.

Stone caught Metal as he fell off and turned off the treadmill.

He inhaled.

Exhaled.

"A failed test is not a failure, simply a gathering of more data."

It was something Robotnik said in one of his better moods after he'd blown up his lab. He'd said it was a burnt sleeve and a maniacal laugh.

(It’s fine Stone, It’s the necessary damage of progress, we’ll bill it to our budget, have some of these idiots clean it up and do it all again tomorrow. Maybe with less fuel.)

Stone said it now to keep his temper in check.

"You did fine, we learned more, we'll try again in the morning"

He didn't know if he said it to himself more or Metal, but someone needed to hear it. His voice was still tense, restrained.

"I'm going to take a walk."

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Ch 10 - Stone and Future Plans

Whenever Stone felt like he was going to blow up in his (Robotnik's. It was always still Robotnik's) lab, he took a walk back to Crab and scavenged for parts.

He'd bought an old boat with the last dregs of his old coffee shop funds. He was planning to take it back to the States. It would be good for Metal to have a place to run around somewhere other than a treadmill, somewhere where they wouldn't be seen,

A desert would work. There was a small safe house in New Mexico that would do.

He went to the junkyard he’d hidden the crab in.  Its claws were hidden under old cars and washing machines, exposing the half-wrenched off doorway only. Hidden in plain site.

He was in his head about it all. It was all going too slowly. He knew he was comparing himself to an unreasonable standard, but at this point it would take years to get Metal up to his expected design. He'd have to study microelectronics and jet-propulsion, and possibly alien anatomy to begin to understand the kind of upgrades he could make.

He had a rough knowledge of each, but enough to do maintenance, not innovation. He'd been relying on his knowledge of mechanics and he was quickly using up the extent of his expertise. He’d have to study each. It would take years. And any progress would be delayed as he found ways to acquire more funds.

He would do it even if it took years, that wasn’t a question, but could he even finish it before he died? And were the practical logistics of survival and day to day living during that time?

It's what he was thinking about as he was carefully extracting one of the larger motors from the crab, acting every part of the carrion all in black.

It was his focus on his task and his thoughts that prevented him from seeing the subtle shift in light as someone slid into the doorway behind him, took aim and shot one tranquilizer dart into his neck.

He felt the sharp bite in the vein, and the sudden heaviness of his limbs before he realized what he had missed

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Ch 11 - Dust and Stone

He awoke still in the crab, but with a lot more zip-ties around his ankles and wrists.

In front of him was the collection of cheap liquor that he'd left in the Crab, far away from where the badniks could see it.

One of the bottles sat squarely in the hand of the Agent in front of him. She was a tall, blond, woman with her hair in a ponytail that perpetually had small strands coming out of it. The lid was off and she'd taken the liberty of helping herself to some of his supply.

“Hello” She said, taking another swig, heavy slavic accent cutting through his groggy hazy “Are you awake?” 

"Agent Dostoyevsky”

"So formal, and after all the missions we've had together. Please, call me Dost"

......

She'd said the same thing when they met 12 years ago. "Please, call me Dost."

Stone didn't see the point in picking a long code name if you were going to shorten it at every opportunity. If she wanted something short she should've picked it at the beginning.

He said as much to her when they first met.

"Our employer is going to ask us to give up every part of our friends, family and all past history for the job, let me keep my favorite author." She'd responded, "Besides, it keeps a separation between my friends and bosses. My friends call me Dost, my employers call me Dostoyevsky, and I get to see their tongue trip over the word."

She said it with a smile, and the implication of “look, I’m letting you into my friend group, don’t you feel special.” He didn’t. He’d simply felt manipulated, and like she was over-reaching.

Stone and her had worked together as field agents when they were both in a probationary period of employment. They both specialized in espionage and targeted assassination. Covert work.

Stone was on probation because he liked to reuse the techniques he found were most efficient and he gained a noticeable signature. 

Dostoyevsky was on probation because her timetables were awful. She treated each one of her assignments like a vacation and would take time to try the local food, wine, and women. Sometimes men but mostly women.

 For six months Stone put up with every minor tawdry affair, and distraction. He pulled her away from restaurants and flirtations and back to the assignment, and, due to the fact that he was adapting to her natural chaos, he was forced to use new techniques. Both of them improved.

Which is why it still, to this day, confused him that he'd been taken off of field work, and reassigned lab-work with Robotnik. He liked the end-result, but he didn’t understand what his superiors were thinking. He’d done what they’d asked. He’d changed his techniques, he’d even learned some from her. Why had he still been removed from field work?

In his more optimistic times, he suspected that the Agency had used him to keep Robotnik on task after he'd done so admirably at keeping Dostoyevsky on task.

In his less optimistic times, he suspected Agent Dostoyevsky had said something about his behavior in their post-work assessment that that poisoned the well with his commanding officers.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 47

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Today's tea: Masala chai!

Some days we are thriving and other days we are messy. Today was messy (having a sick fur babe is hard yall), but that is okay; Xie Lian still almost had a worse day LOL

Comforting vibes for everyone today!

Let's go chapter 47!

Bro almost used the "I can't get it up" joke in front of all his peers and literally god. p353

We once again have Shi Qingxuan speaking the most sense. If Xie Lian did commit such a crime, why would he bring her here indeed. p354

The audacity of them to ask Xie Lian if he knows where any of 40 belts are when this man had half a steamed bun to his name for almost 800 years. p355

Oh no! LOOOOL "I bet he's never even held anyone's hand" ... "I bet he's never even kissed anyone" ... pp356-357

A very convenient virgin detecting sword LOL p357

Lan Chang is really pointing her finger at every "man" she sees to blame them p358 I mean good for her hustling, but like, this is not going to solve her problems.

Okay but my first thought when the blame was tossed at Mu Qing was not that he was the father, but more likely that this woman was part of his street family (and I suspect he knows who the culprit actually is). I have been clowned before with my predictions so we'll see though LOL p362

Xie Lian out here collecting rich followers. Honestly good for him! p363

LOL he specifically adjusts the placement of his sign in the hopes the rich merchant will donate. p363

omg. Xie Lian has now collected 3 children. With Qi Rong leaving with this kids dads flesh vessel this kid has been added to the gaggle. p364

Wait oh no!!!!! Why is Eming here?!?!?! p365

Another solid chapter!

I still need the conclusion of the Jerry Springer episode but I am here for it all. Though I am a wee bit stressed about Eming showing up out of nowhere!

[iliketangerines]

Lord liu kang or like- bi-han with a male reader who’s a himbo. Like very big and squishy pecs and he’s like a puppy- he’s taller and had more muscles than them but is an absolute bottom. Very eager to be praised by them and he’s good with children ((which makes the boys want to breed him-))

hands off! pt. 2

a/n: RAAAH, BREEDING KINK GOING CRAZY RN FR

pairing: liu kang x amab!reader x kung lao x raiden

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, denied orgasm, blowjobs, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, slight degradation

Raiden and Kung Lao set off to find you

you had disappeared halfway after lunch, and they wanted to train against you because well, you were the best fighter here besides Liu Kang

they travel around the Wu Shi Academy, looking into various rooms and wandering through half of the base before they find you

you’re standing in the front of your room, demonstrating very basic skill sets against Liu Kang, and a gaggle of kids watch with wonder as you easily throw down the god

you tell them to go and partner up and practice their moves, and you walk around the room, correcting their posture and giving out sweet compliments

your eyes are bright, and there’s dopey smile on your face as a kid laughs when he’s correctly executed the move

Liu Kang goes over to stand next to Kung Lao and Raiden, and they all watch you teach and interact with the kids

you wave at them, grinning widely, and you look so beautiful surrounded by kids

as class ends and parents trickle in to collect their children, the kids all go and hug you, climbing all over your broad shoulders and clinging onto your thin waist

you laugh and drag them around easily and pass them off to their amused parents

when the last kid leaves, you trot over to them and envelop them in hugs, and Liu Kang tells you that you look beautiful today, glowing even

you laugh at the compliment, telling him that you just like working with the kids and that they make you smile, that they’re so cute and that maybe you’d like some of your own one day

Kung Lao’s dick twitches at the thought of you full and round with their children, and it seems the other two have the same thought

you remain oblivious to the growing debauchery in their heads and go off to take a shower and wash off the day’s sweat

but Liu Kang grabs onto your wrist and drags you to back to his bedroom while Kung Lao and Raiden follow in tow

you let Liu Kang guide you, a little curious as to why he would bring you his bedroom, but when he presses his lips to yours and gropes at your chest, you melt into his arms and stop thinking

Raiden and Kung Lao watch, palming their erections, as you go limp in Liu Kang’s arms, head tilting down as you kiss him and moaning at how Liu Kang squeezes your chest

the god walks you backward to the bed, and you fall backward onto it, Liu Kang never once leaving your lips

he grinds his hips into yours, and you whine into his mouth

Liu Kang pulls away and grabs at your training uniform, pulling it down to reveal your muscular chest, and he latches onto your nipples, sucking and biting them

you whine, hands gripping onto the god’s hair and tugging at the strands as Liu Kang presses long firm licks into your nipple and nips at the sensitive nub

he continues teasing your nipple with his tongue, his other hand pinching and rolling the other nipple between his deft fingers, and you moan for more

he detaches himself from your chest and tells you to be patient before moving his mouth to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention until it’s swollen and puffy

finally, he stops and gestures for Raiden and Kung Lao to come over

they two happily come over, and Liu Kang pulls down your pants to reveal your hard cock, tip flushed and red as you moan

he goes off to grab some lube as he leaves you to the other two

Raiden and Kung Lao kneel down, a mutual understanding passing between the two, and the both of you lavish your cock with attention

they kiss up and down the shaft, giving kitten licks to the tip and running their tongue along the veins in your cock

your hips buck up as you beg for more, but Raiden tuts at you and tells you to take it and be good for them

you whine but keep your hips as still as possible as they kiss up and down your cock

their lips suck on either side of the tip, tongue pressing into the sensitive flesh, and you moan and beg to cum, please please

Liu Kang returns and tells you not yet, and he pulls Raiden and Kung Lao off of you, the two letting out a disappointed groan

the god moves you so that your face presses into the sheets and your ass is high in the air, and he squeezes lube out from the bottle onto your asshole and his fingers

you shiver at the coldness, but Liu Kang quickly warms his hand and traces the rim with his fingers

you wiggle your hips in anticipation, and Liu Kang chuckles at your excitement before inserting a finger into you, making you whine

he fucks you slowly on his finger before slowly adding in another as you continue to relax

you whine, hands gripping onto the sheets as your cock leaks pre-cum on the sheets, and Liu Kang curls his fingers into your prostate

you arch your back and keen loudly, begging him to please please cum

he tells you to wait, and you tell him you can’t but that you want to be good for them, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes

Liu Kang smiles, telling you that you’re so good for telling him that you can’t handle it by yourself, and he fists the base of your cock as he continues to fuck you on his fingers

your hips tremble as you try to stay still for him, and he adds in another finger, stretching you for his cock

finally, he retracts his fingers, and you whine at the loss of stimulation

he squeezes some more lube on his cock, smearing it around before lining up with your entrance and pushing in slowly

you cry out at the intrusion, hips bucking forward as the stretch burns

Liu Kang rubs circles into your ass, going slowly until his cock is fully seated inside of you, and he praises you, telling you that you’re so good for taking him so well

Raiden and Kung Lao pump at their dicks at the sight of your teary eyes, and the way your cock slaps against your stomach as Liu Kang starts to thrust in and out of you

once you start to moan, whining as Liu Kang bullies your prostate with the tip of his dick, he sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping into yours and filling the room with obscene sounds

he squeezes at the base of your cock and uses his other hand to press into the small of your back and force you into a deeper arch

he tells you that you’re so good, that you’re going to be a great parent, that you’ll look so pretty full of their child, that they’ll breed you full of children, make sure that it takes

you whine at his words, and you clench around him

Liu Kang groans at the feeling and presses deep inside of you and cums inside of you

he doesn’t pull out until he’s made sure you’ve taken every single last drop, and he gestures for Raiden to come over

Raiden replaces Liu Kang, fisting the base of your sensitive dick, and he thrusts into you in one smooth stroke

you moan at the feeling, and Raiden groans at the feeling of you clenching down on him

he fucks into you fast and hard, gripping on your hip with his other hand and telling you that you’ll be a good breeding bitch for them, that your hole will look so pretty filled with his cum

you cry out at his words, hips jerking forward as you try to cum, but with the way Raiden grips tightly at the base of your dick, you can only shoot out blanks and sob

Raiden groans as he cums deep inside of you, and you can feel yourself getting full

your drool and tears soak the sheets as Kung Lao comes up behind you, and he slides into you easily

his thumb presses into the slit of your cock and spreads your pre-cum all along the shaft as he slowly thrusts into you

you cum quickly, keening loudly and crying as your cum spurts out onto the sheets, and Kung Lao laughs and strokes you through your orgasm

you whine as you finish cumming, but he continues to stroke you dick, bringing it back to full hardness

he tells you look so pretty like this, full of their cum, and that you’ll be so beautiful carrying his heirs and taking care of their children while you’re round with the next

you sob at his words, cock still so sensitive as he continues to pump it slowly, and his thick cock drags along your prostate

he grunts and cums into you, and your mind goes blank as he strokes you to another orgasm, overwhelming pain and pleasure shooting through you

you pant into the sheets when Kung Lao pulls out, but he keeps your hips in the air as Raiden hands him something

you don’t have to wonder about what it is when you feel cool metal slip into you and nestle snugly into you

Kung Lao brings you into his arms, looking comedic at the way your larger form completely covers his chest, but his strong arms bring you to the bathrooms where Liu Kang waist, heating the water with his hands

you’re set gently into the water, and the both of them groan at the sight of a small bulge in your stomach

you head lolls back as they wash your hair, and you feel so full

the plug rubs against you, and their cum stays inside of you as they wash you and bring you back to the bedroom with freshly-changed sheets

they tuck you into bed, and you reach out for them

they can’t deny you and get in bed, and you grip onto Liu Kang as he warms his body for you to snuggle up next to him

they trail their hands over your body, pressing into the bulge in your stomach, as you drift off to sleep, telling you how pretty you look filled with their cum, how pretty you’ll look with their heirs

you dream of children running about you, one with glowing eyes, one with much too confidence, and one as sweet as honey

[hot-patootiee]

Steddie with my dumbass projected onto them.

Getting together, violence against plates.

Rating T (sexual flirting)

Steve had begun attending DnD nights which quickly spiraled into them being held at his house. Now every Friday night a gaggle of high schoolers made their way into his house and raided his pantry.

Eddie on the other hand was always already there as he came early to set up. He simply watched Steve prepare snacks occasionally heckling about his motherly tendencies while he draped himself across the couch.

“Doesn’t that make you their father then?” Steve finally snapped back at Eddie.

Eddie, instead of shutting up or cringing away, smiled. He perked up from the couch and made his way over to Steve who was cutting strawberries.

“When are we getting married then? I’m not the type of guy to leave the mother of my children alone.”

“We already are, that’s what you signed in the hospital.” Steve responded, laughing wistfully and sprinkling sugar onto the cut strawberries.

“Oh, really?” It nearly seemed like Steve had just given Eddie permission for something. But, he wasn’t quite sure what.

“Yea” Steve affirmed. The door swung open and a gaggle of children entered.

Before a single one could actually greet them Eddie called out.

“Come give your mom and dad a hug!”

Steve’s face flushed, only having a second to turn before the kids came running. Dustin collided with him first, and all the others split between Steve and Eddie. They pushed their parents together into one group hug. A chorus of “Hey mom” and “Hey Dad” was uttered by giggling children.

“Mike come say hi to our parents!” Dustin yelled, scolding the outlier who stood awkwardly by the entrance with Gareth and Jeff.

Mike slowly made his way over and gave a half hug to the group. They disbanded quickly, satisfied, and bumbled over to the table leaving Steve in the kitchen.

Steve didn’t quite understand all the hubbub they ran through as the Campaign continued. Words like “Advantage” or “Perception check” flew past his ears and failed to sink in and create any meaning. He shook the cut strawberries covered in sugar then deposited them into separate bowls for each kid. He grabbed the whipped cream and blueberries, dumping a healthy amount blueberries with a small dollop of whipped cream into the bowls. He then filled glasses with water and began to ferry the glasses over to the table. He handed one to Eddie who downs it in one gulp then hands it back to him before he can leave.

“Please bring me some more water, I can’t help being so thirsty around my wife.” Eddie says quietly as to not interfere with the players’ discussion.

Steve’s face went red and scrunched up as he temporarily forgot how to breathe. All his muscles tensed and suddenly the glass was shattered 5 feet away from him.

The entire table turned to the broken glass and Eddie stared at him in vague confusion.

“Sorry, muscle spasm” Steve hurriedly justified, face still flushed. He hopped to quickly finish his job ferrying the snacks and waters to the table before grabbing a dustpan and quickly cleaning up the glass. The group went back to their campaign easily enough.

Steve cleaned up the kitchen, wiping strawberry juice off the counter and putting containers away. He peeked his head out of the kitchen to see a majority of the bowls had been cleaned out. He went back out and collected the bowls the next time Eddie wasn’t presenting to the group and allowing the players to plan a response to whatever he threw at him.

Steve piled plates in his arms leaning over the table next to Eddie.

“You know there’s another kind of cream I’d like from you, Darling.” Eddie whispered in his ear.

Steve promptly dropped the stack of bowls onto the floor, shattering the bottom one. The attention of the table was turned on them again.

“Steve what the fuck?” Mike shouted.

Steve face blazed red and his hands shook, vaguely making a throttling motion towards Eddie. He squealed, sputtering at Eddie in gibberish and half formed words. He gave up and just groaned stomping out of the room.

“Eddie clean it up!” Steve yelled as he departed.

“Okay everyone, quick recess while I sort this out.” Eddie spoke to the group before slamming his book shut and quickly cleaning the broken glass off the floor.

By the time he was done and went after Steve, Eddie found him fuming in his room, face still flushed.

“Why- no- what?” Steve sputtered at him.

“So, I’m taking it you did not enjoy my flirting?” Eddie tentatively asked.

“No- yes? I don’t know!” Steve shouted, waving his hands nonsensically.

“So, you decided to take it out on the bowls?”

Another incomprehensible restrained screech was Steve’s only response.

Eddie put his hands on Steve’s shoulder in an attempt to steady him.

“Are you interested in this, and what I said?” Eddie asked broadly gesturing at himself.

Steve paused, face somehow getting redder before nodding.

“Do you need a moment to like scream so we can talk properly?” Eddie asked, stepping closer.

“N-no, I’m fine.” Steve stuttered out.

“So if I were to kiss you…?” Eddie leaned in closer.

Steve promptly screeched again which dwindled into a groan. He took a few deep breaths and the color of his face evened out.

“Okay- okay sure, plant one on me.” Steve pushed out.

“Uh” Eddie replied dumbly.

“Are you serious?” Steve scrutinized.

Eddie’s face bloomed red.

“What about the hanky thing, aren’t you good at this?” Steve asked gesturing at Eddie’s pants.

“It’s Hawkins! Everything I have done is just fun foreplay, flirting, cuddling, ect! Not kissing or anything that could actually be “gay”.” Eddie stressed.

Steve surged forward and kissed him. It was a quick, chaste kiss that Eddie didn’t have time to respond to. Eddie stared at him dumbly before speaking.

“My cute little plate breaker.” Eddie laughed out.

“No this is not becoming a thing.”

“Fuck being my boyfriend, you can be my little plate breaking wife.” Eddie teased.

Steve groaned as Eddie kissed him on the cheek.

I had a plate throwing problem, got flirted with and launched a plate across the room. This occurred multiple times. Rip that glassware. I was Plate Breaker ❤️ in her phone.

[lavendergardenwrites]

Luckiest Man on the Planet (g.d. x fem!reader)

pairing: graham dunne x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k (whoops, had fun with this one haha)

warnings: talk of having children, use of "she/her" pronouns, Billy (if he counts as his own warning)

a/n: I miss when djats was popular on here so I decided to hopefully help the revival by adding the to the graham fic collection! hope everyone enjoys, this one's just cute. also REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You wanted-no needed- this moment to be perfect. You were not going to be happy if the money you had spent on plane tickets was going towards a ruined surprise, so you absolutely needed this to be perfect. It felt weird complaining about your long distance relationship when it wasn’t long distance all of the time and you knew other couples had it worse, but you’d be damned if your heart didn’t sink a little every time you thought about how far away Graham was, and would continue to be, for the next few months. That distance wouldn’t last forever though, thank the universe, as the people at the gate’s front desk were announcing that your flight to New York would start boarding shortly. 

“Ok, they’re about to start boarding, but I’ll call you when I land ok?” You hugged the phone to your ear, peering over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t missing anything and twisting the spiral cord with your finger. 

“Yeah, sounds good. I told Rod that we’d need an extra car to be sent to the airport so you won’t need a cab or anything,” Eddie replied through the phone. 

“Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” you laughed, flattered by the effort. 

“Oh yes I did. I-We’re not having you come all the way out here just to get stuck in New York traffic”. 

“Anything that gets me to Graham faster. And you guys of course,” you quickly added before saying your goodbyes, noticing the boarding line was getting smaller. 

The plane was incredibly boring, and the baby two rows behind you did not shut up the entire time, but you realised you managed to make that about Graham too, wondering how you two would handle it differently if it was your child screaming in a crowded plane. Luckily you had brought a book with you to zone in on, but nothing holds more power than the lungs of an upset child. You couldn’t stop your knee from bouncing, meaning you accidentally bumped too hard and kicked the seat of the person in front of you, earning some not so polite stares from the elderly man who sat there. Relief flooded over you when you heard the pilot announce that you would soon be landing, so much so that you kicked the seat once again, gaining another dirty look. 

As you stood up to exit your row, you looked across the plane, making eye contact with the previously screaming child. The little girl stopped wriggling around in her mother’s arms, staring at nothing but you as you gave her a little wave with the hand not holding your carry on. You smiled before the man behind you got impatient and cleared his throat as an indication that he wanted to move forward, so you only widened your smile with one last wave before hearing the baby laugh as you left the area. You and Graham hadn’t even had the talk about whether you wanted kids, not to mention how you would raise them or what kind of life they would lead. You had no doubt he would be a great father, but with the band already raising Julia, you figured you could push that thought out of your head for a little longer. 

When you were able to escape the gaggle of people who were standing in the boarding area you had just entered, you visually located the nearest phone, putting your backpack and suitcase aside to call Eddie. You glanced at the hotel’s phone number you had scribbled on the back of your boarding pass when you called from L.A., and started tapping your foot once again as the phone rang aggressively in your ear. 

“Hey, you made it,” you sighed in relief when Eddie answered the phone. 

“The most boring cross country flight of my life, but yes I made it,” you chuckled. 

“The only cross country flight of your life if I’m not mistaken. You rode in the van with us from Pittsburg, remember?” 

“How could I forget the bumpy roads and almost running out of gas in the middle of nowhere Missouri?” 

“But it was more enjoyable than what you just went through?” 

“Well yeah. Anytime with you is more enjoyable than by myself,” you glanced out the window at the line of planes waiting to take off as there’s an awkward pause on the line. “I mean, the band makes everything more fun,” you continued, hoping the conversation hadn’t died. 

“Right, yeah for sure,” Eddie came back to life, informing you soon after that there’d be a taxi driver waiting for you. He shouldn’t be hard to spot, you had been promised, and with how much you just wanted to run into Graham’s arms right now, you hoped for everyone’s sake that that was true. The taxi driver was easy enough to spot, holding a white sign with your name scribbled on it and an uncomfortable look on his face in the crowded area. He reached out his arm to you, which made you chuckle in response before shaking his hand, trying to keep your backpack atop your shoulder. 

“Your bag, miss,” he gestured to the suitcase you currently were wheeling behind you, and you realised that he really didn’t want to shake your hand and now his sweaty palm was awkwardly entangled in yours. You quickly let go before clearing your throat in embarrassment and handing him your bag, after which he quickly made his way to the exit doors so you two could finish this journey as quickly as possible. You used the time in the taxi to take in all the sites of New York. You had been as a kid, but it felt different now, like there was something new in the air. The hotel crept into view as the traffic was touch and go, but soon enough you were informing the lady working the front desk that you had a reservation and picked up a spare key to Graham’s room. You and Eddie agreed that you could use the time the band would be soundchecking at the venue to settle into Graham’s room for after the surprise, and you had thanked him again profusely when you heard Billy yelling down the hallway that they were all going to be late. Billy’s yelling was not something you missed while they were on tour, but if it came as a side effect of being in Graham’s arms again, you would listen to it again and again. 

The buzz in the venue was palpable when you walked in through the side entrance, trying to keep yourself hidden as much as possible given your mission. The bar at the back of the venue seemed like a great place to hide, and you kept yourself occupied by browsing the alcohol choices and chatting with the bartender until you heard three familiar voices making their way over. Warren, Eddie and Graham had decided to come up to the bar and you quickly ducked down under the bar, hoping the bartender wouldn’t expose you while they were there. You kept your back against the main island, facing the wall of bottles and mirrors, just being able to see the top of the familiar head of curls from your angle. The thin bottles distorted him a little bit, but your heart swelled at the sight of Graham just as it did every other time. 

“Tonight’s gonna be great man,” Warren commented, the bartender sliding a glass over to him. 

“Yeah, the fans aren’t even outside yet and the energy is killer,” Eddie replied, and you thought of the line of people you had passed out front on your way around the building. Thankfully no one had recognized you, and it only filled you with pride to see everyone who was there to support them. 

“Yeah,” Graham nodded, sounding more sullen than usual. 

“Come on man, lighten up. You’ve been acting weird since we got in the van this morning,” Warren nudged him, and you heard a leg kick the supporting wall of the island. 

“He’s just upset that his usual good luck call didn’t go through,” Eddie added. 

Graham got in the habit of calling you before every show as a nervous tendency, as the sound of your voice usually calmed him down better than whatever cheesy peptalk Billy wanted to give. 

Warren whistled when Graham didn’t reply, and you figured he made a face of some kind, exposing that Eddie was right. “Man, she has got you hooked, lined and sinkered”. 

“And what if she does? She always answers, so I feel out of sorts I guess. When you guys find people to love, you’ll understand,” Graham replied, trying to keep it light hearted at the end. 

“Hey, that was personal”. 

“Woah dude, what was that for?” He had set the boys in a defensive spiral. 

“We get it, you think she’s the one or whatever,” Warren teased. 

Your cheeks heated up, and it took all of you to stay in your crouched position, hoping nothing was going to squeak or hiss and give you away. The boys finally decided to walk away when Karen called them, saying they had to clear out before they opened the doors. You let out a loud sigh of relief when the bartender gave you a thumbs up to say they were gone, as being able to move your legs from their cramped position was a god send. 

“That kid seems to really love you,” the bartender commented as he gave you his hand to help you up. 

“Yeah well, I really love him too,” you said, not looking at him but at the stage where your boyfriend and his band would soon be standing. 

As the crowd shuffled in, you tried to stay relatively in the middle, hoping that whatever part of the stage Graham stood on he would be able to see you eventually. There was a hushed sensation in the crowd as people chatted and got drinks, but as the lights dimmed, the excitement grew, and a few people started whooping and cheering prematurely. Pretty soon the band was running on stage to an enormous eruption of applause, and the smile on each of their faces made you smile even bigger. From Chuck’s garage in Pittsburg to selling out venues across the country, you could not be more proud of the people in front of you, and you hoped all your efforts today proved that. 

“Well hello there everybody,” the familiar redhead greeted the audience, gaining even more shouts and cheers of joy from the people in front of her. “We’ve got a very special performance for you tonight, so we hope you’re ready to rock just as much as we are. How’s everybody feeling tonight?!” She yelled into the microphone as people clapped and hollered back. “Alright well, let’s see what you’ve got!” She smiled as Warren counted everybody off from his spot on the back of the stage and it was like the gates were opened at the Kentucky Derby. The energy radiating off of the band members and the audience was infectious, but you had your sights set on one person. Graham always did look his happiest on stage, getting to do what he loved with people he loved, and you were always excited when you got to witness that pure, unbridled joy on his face. 

A few songs in, you noticed Karen scanning the crowd, and as she landed on your section, you gave her a small wave. Your hopes that she noticed you were answered as a large smile broke out on her face, glancing back at the keyboard in shock before looking back to make sure it was really you. You laughed and gave her a big thumbs up in confirmation, and she was quick to call Billy’s name, nodding her head in your direction. The second band member to notice you, Billy’s eyebrows went up in shock when he spotted you, a smirk and an eye roll being his secondary reaction before he turned back to the microphone. After you had confirmation that at least half of the stage knew you were there, you kept your attention on the other half, staring at Graham as he shredded the guitar. A light sheen of sweat had gathered on his forehead, and as he wiped his curls back with his sleeve, Billy took a few steps back to get his attention. You saw him whisper something in Graham’s ear before his eyes went manic, scanning the audience with intense feverency.

Once his eyes landed on yours, everything stopped. The people around you seemed to be dancing in slow motion, and the music sounded like blurred-together lines of nothing as you saw the biggest smile form on your boyfriend’s face. Everything might have stopped a little too abruptly, as you saw Daisy look back at him in confusion when there was suddenly no guitar part being played. He shook his head and started playing again, quickly making eye contact with you again; a state he would remain in the entire show. 

When the show was over, security scurried over to you as people filed out, informing you that you were to be taken backstage. You got a few odd looks from a couple of girls who had been standing around you during this invitation, but all you cared about was that the moment you had been waiting for was finally here. You followed behind them until you could see the group of familiar people chatting and packing up their equipment. Graham had his back turned to the door, but Eddie had spotted you first, shoving Graham’s shoulder and pointing to the door. It was then that you couldn’t contain your excitement anymore and you brushed past the security guards, breaking into a full sprint as Graham waited with open arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you jumped to wrap your legs around his, his grip tightening with every second as if you’d disappear when he’d let go. He laughed as he leaned his forehead on yours, the shock from your appearance having not quite worn off yet. 

“Oh my god I can’t believe you’re here,” he mutters, leaning his neck further back to actually see your whole face. 

“You didn’t think I’d miss seeing my favourite guitarist did you?” 

“I thought that was me?” Eddie teased from his spot against the wall, which earned him a slap on the bicep from Karen and a strict instruction to shut up. 

“How did you even? What? How are you-?” 

“Eddie and I arranged it all. I missed you too much to be stuck in L.A. all by myself”. 

“Oh my god, I’m so in love with you it’s not even funny,” Graham let out a breathy laugh and your heart almost stopped. Even though you two had been dating for a while, you had said that you wanted to take things slow, given that your last relationship didn’t end so well. This meant that even though you and Graham were both in agreement that you loved each other, this agreement had been almost exclusively nonverbal. Neither of you had said anything yet, partially in fear that you’d take things too quickly and someone would feel pressure (at least that’s what you felt when your ex wanted to take things at what felt like a million miles an hour). So, in an effort to keep things calm and relaxed, neither of you had said anything close to the L word, and this moment took you by surprise. 

Silence fell between the two of you, as Graham was waiting for you to say something and you were frozen. As if just realising what he said, Graham’s face fell into one of panic as he gingerly placed you down on the ground. “Oh no, I didn’t mean-. Please don’t take that to mean you have to say anything back I just-” 

“Graham?” You stopped him rambling as you saw Karen and Daisy corralling the boys out of the room. 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you,” you said without looking at him, mostly because you were scared he would bolt the other direction and you would fly back to L.A. in tears. 

You felt two fingers gently grab your chin, and Graham tilted your head up to look at him. “You sure? Cause I don’t want you to say it just because I said something”. 

You nodded, “I’m sure”. 

He smiled and let out another airy chuckle as he leaned down, grabbing both sides of your face before capturing your lips with his. The electricity between you started buzzing as it always did in moments like these, and he was quick to tap his fingers on your lower back, signalling you to jump up and wrap around him like you had previously. The two of you laughed in between kisses until you heard a gagging sound from down the hall. 

“Get a room!” Eddie yelled. 

“Where do you think we’re going?” Graham yelled back, causing you to laugh in embarrassment and bury your head in his shoulder. 

“I love you Graham,” you commented, though muffled from his shirt fabric. 

“What was that?” He teased. You knew damn well he heard you the first time. 

“I love you,” you said a bit louder, still in his shirt. 

“I’m sorry, one more time. I couldn’t hear you”. 

“God damn it Graham, I love you,” you finally lifted your head and said it while looking directly in his eyes. 

“I love you too, I just wanted to hear you say it again,” he laughed. “I’m the luckiest man on the planet!” He yelled for everyone to hear, gaining groans and yells of embarrassment and annoyance from his bandmates. Not that he cared though, he was just telling the truth.

[okeiglxg]

5 fanfics about JLA meeting the BatFam with plus one Day 2

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Just Here For The Popcorn by Lumeleo

-dick grayson/wally west (bg relationship barry allen/ iris West)

- 1,696 words , 1 chapter

Summary- Some members of the Justice League are worried that Batman might not be able to handle Gotham alone. Batman makes a point of showing them that he is not, in fact, alone. Of course he has to do this in the most dramatic way possible.

Barry's just here for the popcorn. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55824742

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google search: are bats mammals? by graveltotempo

-no ships

- 3,255 words, 1 chapter

- batkids de-aged

Summary- Clark liked to think that years of being a superhero and being part of the Justice League had prepared him for everything.

What else could the world throw at him that he hadn’t seen before?

Well, apparently the world could throw Batman walking in with a child in arms, a huge purse on his shoulder, and a gaggle of children chatting and following quick behind him.

Your obligatory 'the batkids get de-aged' fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55251988

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Batman or Batdad? By flowers_must_rot

-clark kent/bruce wayne

- 7,733 words, 7 chapters

Summary- Batman isn't always great at turning off the Batdad, when he's with the JL. This is just a little collection of that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53651890?view_full_work=true

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Terribly Terrific by orphan_account

-no ships

-8,647 words, 6 chapters

Summary- Hood get's captured by the League while Batman's off-world. what's the worst that can happen?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52810042?view_full_work=true

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familiarity by redsray (reigned)

-Jason Todd/ Roy Harper, Dick Grayson/Wally west, Tim Drake/ Kon-El (conner kent)

-12,550 words, 1 chapter

Summary- Roy (5:59pm): JAY

Roy (5:59pm): DID YOU SEND A THREAT TO THE WATCHTOWER

Roy (6:00pm): ?????

The reply came just a minute later, Roy sparing one glance to the chatting Justice League before looking back down.

Jay (6:01pm): Nah

Jay (6:01pm): Was I supposed to?

Jay (6:02pm): Also, that’s not a dinner dish. Try again, Ed Sheeran

Or: How Wally West, Roy Harper, and Kon-El Kent remembered that not everyone just knows the Batfam.

Or or: Three times the Justice League needed Batman but conveniently couldn’t get a hold of him. Good thing he has trained bat associates! Wait, what?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53177941

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Plus one

That One's Jason, Right? By batsandthebirds

-No ships

- 11,325 words, 4 chapters

-Dick and Jason get De-aged

Summary- The girl and magic staff were nowhere to be seen, instead a fine layer of blue, shimmering dust covered the ground. In the center, where Red Hood and Nightwing should have been, was what looked like a pile of yellow and black fabric until it started shifting and moving, revealing itself to be two human forms.

Tim stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping in the dust, causing Robin — who was apparently right behind him — to crash into his back.

Robin mumbled a few curse words directed at him, but stopped short when he saw what was in front of them.

It was two young boys, both with messy black hair, both covered in a fine layer of glittering blue dust, and both wearing the old Robin costume. It was Dick's design, the brighter one, closer in color to what the Flying Graysons had worn, and with a startling lack of pants. But it was the one that Jason had worn too.

Or, Dick and Jason get de-aged by some magic, assumptions are made, and those assumptions are very, very wrong.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54131665?view_full_work=true

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[sarkofagos]

ok ill bite. what do you hate about patho 2 so much? :)

I will start off by saying this: I hope this ask was sent in good faith and that you actually care to listen to my criticisms about pathologic 2. If not, I hate to remind you this, but sadly people enjoy different things in life. I don't need to be corrected or scolded for my opinions, which I am well within my rights to express in my personal blog. Nor is my aversion to Pathologic 2 a personal attack against you if you personally enjoy Pathologic 2. If you want to avoid seeing my opinions on pathologic 2 in the future, I suggest unfollowing and/or blocking me. It's for the best.

That being said, beware of significant spoilers for Pathologic Classic and Pathologic 2 below.

I am going to start with things I believe are objectively bad about the game, irrespective of the space it occupies within the Pathologic franchise:

Treatment of the Kin and Biracialism: I am not going to go into too much detail about this point, since as a person who is neither biracial nor racially oppressed, I feel there's people out there who are better equipped to discuss this point. However, the way the game asks you interact with the Kin is absolutely deplorable. Prior to me playing P2 myself, I was really hoping people online were exaggerating about this point, but sadly that was not the case. From the text likening the Kin to a hive, a pack of beasts or a gaggle of children completely devoid and incapable of individual thinking, in desperate need parent-like figures to guide their collective consciousness, to the game asking that you flat out murder the Worms who refuse to recognize you as their leader, to the overt sexualisation of the Herb Brides, there is not a single thing done correctly when it comes to the treatment of the Kin (except maybe furthering the diversity of the in-game models). Neither is the blatant racism of people like Lara, Rubin or Bad Grief against THEIR FRIEND Artemy ever properly acknowledged, since that would spoil the Happy-Ever-After, Best-Friends-Forever dynamic in the Diurnal Ending.

Mechanics: I am going to be very blunt about this, Pathologic 2's mechanics are stupid and make for a very unsatisfactory player experience. I get what the death penalties are supposed to signify thematically and meta-narratively and I cannot claim I am opposed to the mere concept. But pairing that with only being able to save your progress in specific locations spread out on the map is simply too much. Yes I know that technically there are 14 clocks, which should be more than enough, however you would likely have to go out of your way to access some of them (the Trammel, the Shelter, the top floor of the Cathedral), while buildings with quests where you are likely to die or to need to reload a save (the Termitary, Isidor's House, the Theater) are entirely devoid of them. This is even worse considering the fact that even walking outdoors is a risk most of the time, due to infection or looters wandering around, so you can't even safely transverse from one save point to another. This is annoying and what prompted the post which likely prompted this ask.

Moving on to the things I don't think are objectively bad game design, but were still a downgrade from their Pathologic Classic HD counterparts:

The Endings: So much to say about this... As I've said before, I feel that choosing between two endings specifically tailored to Artemy and his arc took from some of the thematic complexity of being able to pick from your co-protagonists endings. For example, in PC, a lot of people seem to agree that the Utopian ending is best for the Haruspex Route. This is largely due to the controversy surrounding what Artemy's Udurgh is (the Earth? the Town? Simon Kain and the Polyhedron?), which Pathologic 2 entirely removes by spoon-feeding you the fact that the Udurgh you are meant to protect is unambiguously the Earth. And PC only grants you the "We acknowledge the victory of the player" if you choose another protagonist's (or the Bad) ending (*with An Exception which is besides the point, so I won't discuss it here but iykyk), cementing that not only are you are meant to overcome your character's inherent short-sightedness, but it is also the only way you can truly win the game. This is the furthest thing from the case in P2, where the game caters to Artemy's storyline in the worst way possible; these are not my words but sadly I cannot find the original post/comment right now, but: any interesting point the game makes about biracialism, it negates by essentially asking you choose between the two aspects of your identity through the endings, both of which are extremely narratively unsatisfactory. There is honestly a ton of discussion on this point already, which I suggest looking into.

The Vibes: this is more of a personal preference rather than anything substantive, but I simply liked the Vibes of PCHD better. The outfits and aesthetics (Major for me) were better for the most part, even if historically inaccurate. The soundtrack was better by far. The atmosphere was immersive in a mesmerisingly grotesque way. The dialogue? Lord, the dialogue and the plot and the interweavement of it all was miles ahead in PCHD, despite the text being several thousand words longer in Pathologic 2. It was simply a different type of experience and one I personally appreciated more.

That being said, allow me to redirect you to some additional Pathologic 2-critical posts that make excellent points. [x] [x] [x] [x] [x](might add more in the future but I've already spent too much time answering this ask).

I am giving Pathologic 2 the benefit of the doubt still, since perhaps Pathologic 3 and 4 will foster a miracle and somehow pull it all together in a thematically concise threefold gameplay experience. After all, if you only played the Haruspex route in PC and then never toughed the game again, you most likely would find it pretty shitty as well. But I am not very optimistic about it, it looks like we've got off on the wrong foot with Pathologic 2 and any statements made by IPL members concerning Pathologic 3 are discouraging if anything.