#he's just going to keep acquiring names until i finish this thing

[poppy-in-the-woods]

Sneak Peek

Plot: Inspired by this post. Set during the lockdown, Noah's been ignoring you, and you're gonna make him pay.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 1534

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: smut, teasing, sexting, oral (male receiving), double penetration, anal sex, somewhat public sex/exhibitionism.

Author's note: Some of you said you wanted a story about that idea, and before I knew what was happening, my fingers were furiously typing, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy it!

2020, the year the world came to a halt. You and your boyfriend, Noah, were trapped inside your shared apartment, and it was beginning to get kind of boring. There’s only so much stuff you can do inside before it gets repetitive. Even sex had started to get kind of predictable and uninteresting.

Lately, he had taken to streaming on Twitch, so that night, while he was streaming, you were on the living room, browsing the web on your laptop, desperately searching for a way to spice up your bedroom life. Then you found an article that seemed helpful and elaborated a plan.

Step one: buying some new risqué lingerie.

Step two: acquiring a new toy.

Step three: wait until they arrive and put on a show for him while he’s streaming.

Step four: success?

You managed to keep the packages a secret from him after they arrived, even when you had to thoroughly clean and disinfect the items, and wait a week after that so you could use them.

That evening he wasn’t looking at you. He hadn’t been looking at you for a while now, but you were going to make sure he’d look.

Noah had been streaming for half and hour now when he got the first text from you. Glancing at the screen he saw what you had written:

Babe [19:40]: I’m horny, come here.

He trailed off what he was saying while typing a response.

You [19:41]: I can’t, I’m streaming.

You didn’t stop at that, though, and he had to pause while going back and forth with you for a couple more messages.

Babe [19:43]: ☹ Pretty please? ☹

You [19:43]: I can’t right now.

Babe [19:45]: Your loss then.

He didn’t receive another message for ten minutes. The next one was a picture of your cleavage in a sexy red bra he was sure he hadn’t seen before. He smiled and pressed his lips together, but didn’t respond. He continued the stream as if nothing happened, though the picture was still on the back of his mind, like a splinter.

“No reply, bitch? Then it’s game on”, you said to yourself.

You snapped a few pictures in quick succession: a full body shot that showed your new lingerie set, one without the bra and completely nude.

You sent them, but he didn’t respond, and he didn’t even open the last message. Time to bring out the big guns.

Noah shifted uncomfortably on his chair. The increasingly sexy pictures you were sending were starting to make concentrating on the conversation pretty difficult. He didn’t open the last message, imagining what you would send next. He understood himself well enough to know that if he opened it, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, and he couldn’t leave his friends hanging now that the Mario Kart game was on, could he? No, sir, he was a man of his word and he was committed to finish.

But when his phone started buzzing insistently, he lost on purpose to look at it.

The nude picture wasn’t the worst (or was it the best?) you had for him in store.

Babe [20:23]: Wanna see my new boyfriend? Since you don’t pay any attention to me anymore, I had to get him.

The next message was a picture of a pretty realistic dildo, with a water bottle next to it, just for scale. Noah was a big guy, but that thing seemed bigger.

Babe [20:25]: How shall I name him? Noah II?

Next picture was the dildo, nested between your breasts, your tongue darting out to lick the tip.

He covered his mouth, stifling the unholy sound that was threatening to come out of his lips, shifting again on his chair. You surely had caught his attention, and he was starting to get hard. A new subscription popped in, distracting him. He lifted his eyes from the phone to look at it. The robotic voice read it before he could stop it:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: Look at your phone, you coward.

And then, right after, a donation of ten dollars:

UnsatisfiedGirlfriend06: I dare you to ignore that. I double dare you. Bitch.

He looked at his phone. A new message had arrived. It was a video this time. No sound, just a close-up of your glistening pussy being penetrated by the dildo, going in and out, in and out, your fingers caressing your clit. Noah’s cock twitched in his pants, fully hard now. A new message popped in:

Babe [20:33]: Think you would be able to fill another hole? Or should I get another replacement for you?

He furiously typed a reply. If you wanted to play, he was going to play.

Your phone dinged.

Prettyface [20:35]: Replacement? Ha! You wish. Come here right now, and don’t forget to bring your new friend with you.

You looked at your laptop, with Twitch open on his streaming. It was still going on.

You [20:36]: But you’re still on streaming.

Prettyface [20:37]: Who’s the coward now?

You bit your lip hesitantly, looking at your laptop again. The camera showed that the door was not inside the frame, you just had to be sneaky and nobody would know you were there.

Noah didn’t turn around when he felt the door opening, but he backed his chair up a bit, opening some space under the desk. You crawled up to him, getting in that space. He pretended to drop his phone.

“Just a second, guys”, he said. Bending over, he put his face mere inches to yours. “You’ve been a very naughty girl”, he whispered. “To make up for it, you’re gonna suck me off while riding your new toy. And don’t you dare touch yourself or make a sound. Understood?” You eagerly nodded. “Good.”

He straightened himself, phone in hand, and left in on the desk. He lowered the seat and shifted once more, facilitating you pulling his pants and underwear down. His cock was already leaking some pre-cum, angry that it had been teased for so long.

You positioned yourself, guiding the toy back in your cunt, and once it was fully inside you, you took your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth, watching intently at how he reacted. Noah pressed his lips together, muffling a moan.

You kept sucking him, bouncing on the toy, using a hand to stimulate the rest of his shaft, and the other on his thigh to steady yourself. Thank god for microphones that filtered the unwanted noise, because even you were being quiet, there were still some sounds you couldn’t avoid producing, like the wet sound of your mouth over him, or the faint slaps every time you snapped your hips.

He abruptly closed the stream when he was about to cum. One of his hands flew to your head, keeping you in place while he came down your throat with a loud moan he was unable to suppress.

“Happy now?” he asked, still panting.

“Not yet. This was only a sneak peek”, you said, smiling. “I also bought a harness”, you informed him.

“What?” he said, confused.

“For Noah II. You always say you wished you had another cock to fuck my ass at the same time. Now you have it”, you explained.

He reopened the stream, acting like his Internet connection failed. He apologized to his friends, but said he was tired and was going to leave it there for the day.

He took your hand, helping you up and led you to the bedroom, where he proceeded to fuck you nice and hard doggy style, just like you wanted. Having him filling you up like that, in two holes at the same time, was a weird, albeit exciting, new feeling. Not so long after, your orgasm hit you harder than a demolition ball, leaving you exhausted. Noah still thrust a bit more, until he reached the climax too. You collapsed on the bed as soon as he was out of you.

“Okay, Noah II can stay”, he said, his breathing still shallow, his chest still rising rapidly, while lying next to you. “But don’t you ever dare to pull a stunt like that on me again.”

“Don’t ignore me for days at a time, and I won’t feel the need to”, you pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re right. This is pretty much my fault. I am sorry, babe, but I see you now”, he promised you.

“You better see me after what we just did”, you joked. You could almost still feel him inside you, like the ghost of a sensation.

“What about we shower, we clean everything, put on new sheets and go to bed early?” he suggested. “I want us to cuddle for a bit before sleeping.”

“Deal.”

“By the way, you looked so beautiful while I was fucking you, but next time I want to see your face, ok? The dildo goes in your ass, that way I can be on top” he whispered into your ear, once you were under the sheets again and his arm was around your rib cage, hand possessively grabbing one of your boobs.

“Missionary+!” you joked. “Fine by me, you know I love to see your pretty face while you come.”

“Same, babe, same.”

[chimivx]

That one fucked you over last year, this one is fucking you over this year, you had no idea she was involved with him, someone over here has been lying to you, you didn't mean to end up in that ones bed, he told you he loved you... Does anyone even trust anyone anymore?

👫 -> college!teez x fem!reader/oc {frat/sorority} #️⃣ -> 6k (part THREE of ten) ‼️ -> 18+, sexual content, drugs/alcohol, college life, all the drama, heavy angst, infidelity adjacent moments, mean boys, mean girls, mentions of anxiety/depression… IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

march 9th ~ saturday ~ last semester ~ 2:39 p.m.

“Do it like this instead.”

Tori’s quiet voice filled the air in the corner of the library you occupied. Around one of the black metal tables on the second floor of the Conoscenza you were surrounded by open books, notes, loose sheets of random paper blowing around, and a plethora of pencils and highlighters. Smack in the middle of the semester, with spring break less than two weeks away, it was crunch time. Grades needed to be high, you were about to be the upperclassmen of ITZ, and you needed to impress the current upperclassmen of ITZ.

Leaning over the blonde boy slouched over the table to her left, Tori laid an arm over his back for reassurance and took his pencil from him, marking some things on his paper that made his pout disappear. He stared at what she did, blinked a number of times, and sat up with a sense of shock. Gulping, he reached out his hands and grabbed her face, pulling her close for an abrupt kiss before he let her go to finish his work.

Tori, with a giggle, wiped the corner of her lips and shoved his shoulder, though he wasn’t paying attention any longer. “You’re crazy.”

Mingi turned his head from where he had it hanging over his book and shot her wicked smile. “You’re hot.” She had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep her laughter from echoing against the walls throughout the space. 

Shaking your head while you marked your paper, you kept your smile to yourself. Their relationship had been the best thing to come out of Nasara thus far in the almost two years you’ve been here. In fact, joining ITZ and meeting the ATZ boys from the brother fraternity down the street from the sorority had been the best thing to come out of Nasara.

The classes were great, sure, and the campus was stunning, yes, but those boys… They were something else. 

Yunho joined the fraternity this year, he and Seonghwa were freshman recruits last year just like you and Tori were. Mingi was as well, but he and Tori didn’t meet until recruitment was over and the sibling houses had the annual dinner. The look on their faces when they both realized they had the same last name… Priceless. They were close in an instant.

Turns out Yunho and Mingi were inseparable as well. Those two met freshman year, sharing a requirement class like you and Yunho had. Mingi was majoring in marketing like you and Tori, which made total sense for his involvement in the fraternity, quickly acquiring his role as Social Chair like Tori. The two had the brain power and the creative ideas on hand, they could whip them out of thin air, the roles were made for them.

Yunho was majoring in history, the type of major that’d have girls nodding off on the ATZ couches if he started yapping about it. Not you though, you quite enjoyed listening to the gorey details of why the world is the way that it is today, he had a specific way of telling it like a story, his own passion for the subject evident in his honey brown eyes. Some nights he’d call you if his homework sparked the verbal throw up, apologizing for the two o’clock wake up call, but I have to tell somebody about this or I’ll freak the fuck out!

He was at the ATZ house right now, having turned down the study and homework sesh invite Tori sent out to the group chat the four of you have. Something had come up with Mina, one of the ITZ freshmen recruits. They were getting coffee after her afternoon class, or something like that. It seemed like an excuse to ditch another hang out you girls orchestrated, he’d always show up to one, then wiggle his way right out of another.

Within the last couple of months since everyone’s been back from winter break the two of them have been closer than they were at the start of the year. Granted, they didn’t know each other until Mina attended the dinner after being recruited, so it’s plausible they’ve just grown toward one another since she’s been working with the sorority. It’s been great having Mina around, she was exceptionally smart and always on time. Always dressed nicely, she was cute too, you guessed. Her hair was always done, her nails were never chipped, and she was never caught lacking.

This is the third time he’s used her as an excuse to ditch you guys.

“Do you think Yunho likes Mina?” you asked, scribbling words at the very bottom of the page of your notebook, flipping it over to start fresh on the back of the sheet. Looking up at them, Tori and Mingi having gone very quiet, they were both looking back at you with squinted eyes. “What?”

“The freshman who always wears skirts?” Tori raised a brow, her eyebrow piercing catching the light from the large windows to your left. You nodded and Mingi let out a laugh.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” he said, catching a glimpse of Tori. “She’s exactly his type.”

“She is?” You scrunched your nose and Mingi rolled his eyes with a dramatic nod.

“Duh, hello,” he said, his raspy voice springing off the walls. “Have you seen her?” Exchanging glances with Tori who waited for an explanation as well, Mingi sighed. “She’s studying pre-law, she’s eighteen, she’s always in a skirt, she’s got that good girl look about her, and she works like he does.” 

Tori was speechless, her lips parting without a sound. Narrowing her eyes in thought, her gaze traveled to the table. “I get it,” she whispered.

“Okay?” you sneered, shrugging your shoulders. Leaning onto the table, slapping your pencil down, you said, “I study marketing, I’m twenty, and I work like he does.”

Mingi shook his head, eyes going wild. “Do you want a date with Yunho!?”

“No!”

Several heads turned toward your table shutting you and Mingi up. 

Taking a breath, you laughed within it and shrugged again. “He’s always ditching us for her,” you muttered. 

Tori frowned, tapping your foot with one of hers. “He’ll come around,” she said, trying to ease the obvious upsetness you were trying your absolute hardest to hide. “Let him have a crush,” her eyes flickered to behind you, “You know what that’s like.”

Hands covered your eyes, the world going dark for all of three seconds.

“Guess who?” That soft voice could lull you to sleep any night.

Taking his hands into yours, pulling them from your face you whipped your head over your shoulder and smiled up at the dark haired boy nibbling his bottom lip. When you met his gaze, his slender upturned eyes sparkling toward you, he laughed that wonderful laugh that fed your smile.

“What are you doing here?”

Wooyoung laced his fingers with one of your hands and slid into the empty chair beside you. Scooting it closer he rested an elbow on the table and let his cheek melt into his fist.

“I wanted to see you,” he said, pouting his lips, toying with the fingers he held. His soft skin sent a chill down your spine, his thumb tracing yours with a careful tenacity. “And I knew you’d be here with these two.” Nodding his head toward Tori and Mingi both focused on their work. Wooyoung pointed his gaze to your fingers before they popped back up with a question. “No Yunho?”

Sighing, you shook your head. “Mina.”

Wooyoung tilted his head the other way and his other hand slid over your thigh, his body leaning over yours. “Awh, I’m sorry,” he breathed, his voice so low neither of your friends would be able to make it out. His honey colored skin, smooth to the touch, was unbearable this close. The curve of his nose, his full, round lips, insatiable.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, and he furrowed his brows.

“Not okay,” he mimicked your tone. “You want me to say something to him?”

“No, God, please don’t.”

Wooyoung shifted his jaw. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, “Don’t make me one of those girls, please.”

One of his fingers touched beneath your chin. Opening your eyes to look at him, he smiled once he had your focus, and he whispered, “You’re my girl, Ro.”

september 6th ~ saturday ~ 2:41 a.m

Pulling the door closed ever so quietly, not making a single peep, a single squeak, you exhaled through your nose and twirled on your wobbly toes to start down the staircase. The mission was to find Tori, acquire Mina, wherever the hell she may have ended up, and then bolt the fuck out of ATZ until further notice. You’d make it down the stairs, gather your friends, and nobody would ever know that you were ever here!

Except Seonghwa.

Still drunk, you felt great. Really, really great. Like, you’d need to thank Seonghwa for the full body factory reset. Later on when nobody would hear you, of course. Vice President Seonghwa made you feel things you couldn’t make yourself feel. Your chest warmed at the thought of it like you hadn’t just had it for an hour.

Pushing air from your lips as you turned, an electric jolt went through every vein your body possessed, freezing you in place in seconds. Wooyoung was standing at the top of the stairs.

It looked like he was heading down, his body was partially turned around the post where the railing began and the stairs went down. He had a hand on the post, the other hanging by his side. He looked good, and it sparked that dreadful feeling in your gut, the I like this boy feeling. Dressed in all black, head to toe, black baggy t-shirt, big black acid washed denim jeans, black sneakers… His hair was awful, hanging loose in waves around his face, parted in the center, framing his insane profile.

He was devastating, and he took you by absolute surprise. Usually one would hear him before they saw him.

Judging by the way he was looking at you, you took him by surprise too.

He definitely wasn’t expecting to catch you sneaking out of Seonghwa’s bedroom tonight, much like you weren’t expecting anyone to be there to catch you sneaking out of Seonghwa’s bedroom tonight.

Taking the smallest breath, putting your hands by your side, you grabbed fistfuls of blue fabric. Wooyoung let his eyes drift down your body. When they came back up your cheeks were flushed, your heart beating a mile a minute. He was unreadable as usual. The way his eyes were always pointed made it hard to assume what was going on in his brain even if being under his gaze typically made you blush. 

This time, you did not like how it felt.

He didn’t move, and neither did you. 

Standing in the hallway for what felt like an eternity, it wasn’t until you heard noise from the bedroom behind you that you knew you had to leave. You needed to walk away, to get the fuck out of the house.

But, he’s caught you. The boy with the biggest mouth at ATZ.

You knew what you had done. Now that you’ve sweated out some of the drunkenness, you were fully aware of what had happened. You had sex with Seonghwa. Just this afternoon you were kissing Yunho. And, all week you’ve been indirectly lying to every one of your sisters you’ve spoken too, especially Tori.

Yunho was a secret, and he always will be. How hard could it be to keep another?

Parting your lips, you took a breath and swore Wooyoung’s eyes widened.

“Please don’t say anything,” you whispered.

It took him a few seconds to process. He seemed to retreat inside himself for a moment, his eyes glued to yours. Taking in your appearance once more, he gave you the smallest nod, and waved you down the stairs with the hand at his side.

Exhaling heavily you hurried past him, gripping the railing with a vengeance, attempting to barrel down the stairs as fast as humanly possibly. 

Halfway down, his voice shoved a knife into your gut. “Hey, Ro?” You paused and turned your chin, finding him leaning over the bannister, watching you. Without a change to his stoic expression, he sighed. “You look good.”

Oh, god. Oh god.

He didn’t deserve an answer. Whipping the other way you continued your pursuit down the stairs, ignoring the crinkling of your chin or the welling up of tears in your eyes. He wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Though, you’re unsure if these tears were really for him.

The bottom of the stairs had a few boys sitting on them, a couple standing in front of them. They were laughing, a red cup or a can in all of their hands. None were recognizable, so you plowed through them, using the shoulder of a boy with dark cropped hair and a beautiful jaw to guide you through. A noise was shared between two of them, the one you grabbed and the blonde one he sat next to. You didn’t bother to look back.

Dozens more people must’ve arrived in your absence. Pushing down the hallway toward the kitchen you were chest to chest or chest to face with most, the eyes following you as you brushed past the sweaty bodies. The air was hazy now, and getting hazier the closer you got to the kitchen, and the smell grew stronger as well, which only meant one thing.

Turning into the kitchen you dodged a sophomore with a cup in his hand, his entire body turning to watch you rush to the back of the room. A couple girls were sitting on the island, a boy leaning against the counter across from them, his arms folded over his chest and he spoke arrogantly loud. Both girls seemed into him for the time being.

As you passed through the space between them you heard him mention he was a part of the fraternity, clearly lying to the girls twirling their hair around their fingers. When they showered him with praises of admiration, you paused and backtracked. The girls, definitely freshmen, looked down at you from where they sat, their eyes lighting up. They exchanged whispers of your name, and the boy two feet away from them shot you a scowl.

“He’s lying,” you said, complete deadpan. Looking at the boy, he could pass for a member, he had the muscles, the face, the aura… But, he’s failed to get through. He’s tried twice. Yunho warned you about this boy before. “He can’t get in.” If looks could kill he’d have you on the floor. You smiled, then turned to the girls who hadn’t looked away from you. Putting a hand to the side of your mouth, you said loud enough for everyone around you to hear, “Think his dick is too small.”

Together the girls giggled, and the way they fell into one another reminded you of you and Tori. They were adorable, and they seemed nice. Clearly they already knew who you were, so you took two steps closer to them and put on your best sorority sister face.

“Will I be seeing you two soon?” you asked. Sitting up straight, they both composed themselves and nodded. You made it a point to scope out what they were wearing, making sure they noticed, not that you cared. It was for the bit. The bait. Pull the freshmen in, make them want to stay. On the outside of it all it’s a mystery, but that’s the ploy. “Good,” you looked them in the eye and smiled. Taking note that the boy had hurried off elsewhere, you cocked your head toward where he was standing and cringed. “Do yourselves a favor… From experience, stay away from the boys.”

The girl with shorter black hair and the cutest button nose lifted her hand for a quick second, catching your attention for a few moments longer before you rushed away. “Is there anyone else from ITZ here?” Her eyes were full of hope, as were her friends. “We’ve been coming here almost all week hoping to see you guys.”

You popped your bottom lip, expressing your regrets. “We haven’t been around,” you said. Because our president banned us from coming here. “We’ve been… busy.” That wasn’t a lie.

The girl nodded. “Oh, okay,” she said, sharing a look with her friend. “We’ll see you soon, then!” Both girls put on their best face, one you returned.

“See you soon,” you said, and then you were off, weaving through the kitchen toward the table where the nightmare of this night began. 

“Vernon left, I told you already, listen dipshit.”

If you could hear him before you saw him that meant he was pissed.

Hongjoong stood behind a chair, his eyes flashing wildly around at the brothers and other boys sitting around the table. He looked nice, he typically did. He and Seonghwa were the two members to always show up and show out. Button downs, sexy slacks, impossible shoes and accessories to flash their money… He looked expensive, especially with his caramel hair pushed backward. 

Grabbing onto the shoulders of ATZ’s Treasurer, Jongho, a massive boy in a denim jacket, Hongjoong shook him and leaned down to whisper something in his ear, his eyes pointed across the table at a junior who liked to hang around at these parties. The crappiest rolled joint you’ve ever seen was being passed around from boy to boy, from mouth to mouth.

“He left because he wanted to,” Jongho said, hitting his president with a side eye. He was a sophomore like Mina, but with much, much bigger balls. No one messed with Jongho, he was ATZ’s main muscle. Kid didn’t fuck around.

“He left because he can’t fail a drug test, smartass,” Hongjoong hissed. 

When it came to Hongjoong though, Jongho obeyed.

Stretching across the table, half standing, he snatched the joint from between the juniors lips and jammed it on the table, putting it out. The moans, groans and protests from the crowd around them were agitating, and Hongjoong felt it too. It took one snap of his head around the circle for everyone to shut up. Jongho smirked and sat back in his chair, turning his head your way as you approached their side.

“Get up,” Jongho muttered to the boy in the chair beside him, nudging his shoulder and waving him away. “Up, go.” A warning filled his tone, one he only showed once before things took a physical turn. Most knew, and if they didn’t, they were gonna learn.

“Jongho, it’s okay,” you said, attempting to give him and his president a smile. Hongjoong tipped his chin backward and narrowed his eyes.

“The hell are you doing here?” He had a way of making someone feel so incredibly small without even trying.

The boy in the chair disappeared in seconds, but was sure to take a look at you before he stumbled elsewhere, flinching as Jongho nearly jumped out of his chair with a fist clenched.

“Sit,” the sophomore said, nodding to the chair. 

“I can’t,” you breathed, “I need to find Tori.”

Hongjoong remained unchanged. “Go find Mingi, she’s sure to be there,” he said, a curiosity pooling in his sharpened eyes. “What the hell are you guys doing here?” It was a genuine question.

“We… snuck out of the house,” you mumbled, and Jongho snickered.

“Is Yuna here?” Jongho asked, his straightened brows softening with his question. You answered him with a head shake and a tilted frown.

“Me, Tori and… Mina.” Her name came out of you in a whisper. Both boys snickered, their hands connecting to one another in some way. “I know,” you sighed.

“Yunho’s girl,” Hongjoong nodded, looking at you with a sharp turn of his head.

The words made your heart squeeze. “Yeah,” you pushed from your lips, flustered. “Yunho’s girl.” Jongho smirked.

“So, you’re here, and Yeji doesn’t know you’re here, and you’re not supposed to be here,” Hongjoong said, slapping a hand back to Jongho’s shoulder. The sophomore shot him his smirk, then it found you again. “I like this,” he said, matching his brother's face. “Where are you coming from right now?” Hongjoong nodded his head around, questioning your route.

“Why?” you asked, flickering your eyes from him to Jongho and back.

Hongjoong’s gaze traveled down your body some. His smile was small, then he shook his head. “Just wondering,” he said. “Tori’s in the living room with Mingi, Yunho and Mina.”

“Thanks,” you sighed, spinning around to exit the kitchen, missing the way Hongjoong looked at Jongho and tapped his neck, the amusement on their faces sparking laughter.

By the archway to the kitchen San stumbled inside completely shirtless with a boy beneath his arm equally as trashed as him. The two were mumbling to each other, smiling and giggling. Passing by, you grabbed Sans arm and gave it a squeeze. He looked up from his toy with his lip between his teeth, the knockout’s eyes drunk and utterly fucked.

“Aurora,” he slurred, facing you, bringing the boy with him. Taking a hand softly to your jaw he grinned, his head shaking, “I love you, I love you!”

Taking his hand in yours you returned it to him and smiled. “I love you,” you teased, leaning toward him. Glancing to the boy beneath his arm, the cutest blonde thing, definitely a freshman, you winked and started away from them. “Have fun.”

Yeosang was in the dark hallway just outside the kitchen, a girl inches shorter than him attached to his front with her hands on his arms. They were speaking things to each other only they could hear without a care that chaos ensued around them. The gentlest smile rested on his lips, the boy just as pretty as the one San was currently dragging around. One of his fingers pushed the girl's long brown hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He was so entranced, he didn’t even see you pass by.

There was no time to say hi, you had to leave. Seonghwa probably made it back downstairs now, you were not sticking around to say goodbye.

ATZ’s living room was huge, much like the rest of the house. Through the archway to the right when one came in through the front door, it stretched all the way toward the back of the house in relation to the kitchen, separated by the hallway. Couches lived in the first section, crowded with bodies, male and female, either on top of one another or trying to get into whatever was happening on the inside.

This was the room the music blasted from. The boys got the speakers on the walls within the last two or so years, changing the game for every party to come. Lights dimmed in this room, everyone was lit up by the softest orange glow, making one squint to make someone out. Faces were blurry to you, and it’s partially because you were still drunk.

The air was sticky, hotter than the rest of the house, and everything smelled like beer or liquor. Making your way past the couches and hordes of bodies on them, you sunk through the more open archway into the second side of the living room where the tables of games were set up and the leather couches were pushed to the walls. Pushing through two guys who were moving opposite you, you clipped a shoulder on accident and whipped around to apologize, the tiny smile familiar.

“You’re good,” Vernon bobbed his head. His curly brown hair framed his forehead, his rich brown eyes peeking beneath it. “Tori’s in there, she was looking for you.”

“Thanks,” you said, then furrowed your brow. “Hongjoong said you left.”

Vernon rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh. “I’m going to my room. No one told me they’d be smoking. Just wanted Yunho to know where I was.”

Pouting your lips a bit, you said, “It was good to see you.”

His smile was charming, the most adorable smile of all ATZ. “You too, Ror. Tell Isla I’m thinking about her, okay?”

“Sure,” you nodded, and he was off.

“Aurora!”

A wave of comfort washed over you. Tori’s voice. Finally one you were fine with hearing.

Following the sound you found her beside Mingi in front of a table with red cups littered all over it, bottles laying on the floor around it. She had one in her hand and lifted it in the air as you hurried to her side. Bumping into Mingi’s chest, you latched your arms onto Tori’s and yanked her away from the table, her face screwing up in confusion.

“We need to leave,” you spoke over the music, both you and Tori nearly shouting at one another with how loud the chatter and music was. 

“What are you talking about?” she asked, sipping her cup. Her hair was flipped to the side, the waves looser, fluffier. “Where have you been? Me and Mina have been looking for you for like an hour!”

Mina.

“Where is she?” Avoiding her questions you picked your head up to search over her shoulder. Her boyfriend was at the table flipping cups, knocking drinks back like it was nothing, shouting at his friends and banging his fists on the flat top when his side of the table won. Behind the table Mingi commanded there was a couch, the leather one you were stuck to a few nights prior. Through the mass of people you could make out a little brown bob. “Come on,” you mumbled, grabbing Tori’s hand. 

She was throwing the questions at you again, telling you all about what she and Mingi have been doing and how much fun she was having, how happy she was to be back here. Pushing through a group of girls hovering by the end of the table, Tori made sure to let them know that Mingi was hers, passing by him with a kiss, grabbing a fistful of his hair, yanking him lower so he’d reach her lips. He parted from her with a whoop, pointing at her as she threw him a smile over her shoulder.

“When we came back down we found Yunho and Mina in here, and they said you left them,” Tori said, stumbling into your back as you redirected your path around the living room, avoiding the pong players.

Huffing, you shook your head and said, “This is Yunho’s house, I didn’t leave him anywhere.”

“What happened?” she asked, trying to turn you around. Pushing her hands away you shook your head again. “Aurora, you’re not okay.”

Whirling around, your hair falling into your face, you pushed it away with both hands and shot her a glare. “I saw Wooyoung.”

It was the first thing you could think of that was safe enough to get her off your case. Everybody knew about Wooyoung. He made the perfect alibi. No one would find out about Seonghwa. If people found out about Seonghwa, then Yunho would find out about Seonghwa. Sobering up now, none of this should have ever happened in the first place, and you regretted every second.

Somewhat.

“Oh,” Tori frowned, her brows softening above her big eyes. “I’m sorry. Did he say anything to you?” Clenching your jaw, you averted your eyes from hers for a moment, and opted for a headshake. “Did he see you?”

“Yeah,” you said, gulping, feeling a lump forming in your throat. “Tori, we…” She nodded, reaching for your hand, encouraging you to keep speaking. “We haven’t even been here a week and I feel like so much is fucked up.”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean? Wooyoung? Or, with the house?”

“Both,” you breathed, shrugging your shoulders a few times. “I'm so overwhelmed.”

Tori straightened out and held your hand tighter. “Okay,” she said, setting her gaze over to Mina on the couch next to Yunho. “Let’s go, we’ll leave. I’ll grab the kid, do you wanna head outside?”

“No,” you said, voice quiet. She glanced to the grip you had on her and then set off to the other side of the room, keeping you close by.

The sight of Mina hanging off of Yunho's lap was nauseating at best, you’re certain you turned green. Her hands were to herself, but he had one of his around her back, his fingers grazing the softness of her pink sweater. She leaned into him, but not too much. 

It totally gave prude. Sorry, Mina.

Yunho, wedged on the edge, angled toward her, had his other arm along the couch, moving it as he spoke. His lips were moving a mile a minute, and his eyes were darting about. He was talking about school. He was telling her a story, and she was listening, eyes full of stars as he made her laugh.

Those were your stories.

Everyone hated Yunho’s stories, they called him boring. You were the only one who liked them.

She wasn’t supposed to like them.

“Hey, Mina,” Tori said, catching both of their focuses, Yunho stopping mid sentence. They looked up at her with smiles, Yunho’s faltering when he found you cowering behind your best friend. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh, sure,” she said, glancing over to her boy who had his eyes stuck on you.

Sitting forward, taking his arm from Mina he stood up with her and came closer to you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his brows worried. “What happened?”

“Do I look that horrible?” You tried to laugh, but he wasn’t having it. 

“No, it’s just,” he paused, his eyes traveling down some of your body, eyeing the bare skin you were showing off tonight. All at once his energy shifted. His lips tightened ever so slightly, and his eyes flickered up to yours like you had slapped him across the face but Tori and Mina weren’t supposed to know. It was a quiet anger. “Nevermind,” he muttered, turning around.

“I’ll see you soon, I guess,” Mina said to him, having to tip her chin all the way up to look at him. “I don’t know when-”

He grabbed her face and kissed her.

Taking her by complete surprise, he cupped her cheeks, pressed his fingers up into her hair, and engulfed her lips with his own. Not once, not even twice. She melted into it, her entire body forming to his, her hands slipping around his back. You knew what these kisses felt like. You knew every thought going through her pure, little genius brain right now. He’s got her wrapped around his finger.

Just like you.

Tearing your hand from Tori’s you disappeared into the crowd, bumping into the pong table taking out a few cups. Pushing past people, physically pushing them, you bit down so hard on your bottom lip to keep from crying that you’re certain you drew blood. Flying past Mingi, he called after you, but you kept moving. Nothing was going to be able to stop you.

Through to the first half of the living room, you kicked cans with your feet, dodging bodies like it was your job. People who recognized you tried to stop you, tried to ask you what was wrong. The rage made you blind, made you deaf to anything other than your rampant mind, the thoughts that wouldn’t cease. 

Why the fuck did he do that?

In front of you? What the fuck happened?

Bolting out of the living room into the hall, you bumped face first into the chest of what happened. His arms caught you, and once he realized it was you, he dropped his hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I… Ror?” Seonghwa put his hands to your shoulders tentatively, dropping his chin to catch a glimpse of the tears streaming down your face. “What… What happened?”

“Hwa,” your words were jumbled, broken, a mess. “I don’t even know, I can’t think about it, he was in there with her, and he just, I don’t know…” You shoved your arms beneath his, wrapping them tight around his back. He slid his around your neck, one in your hair and the other over your shoulder. He let you cry.

Feeling him take a breath, he brought his lips to your ear and whispered, “Fuck him, Ror. He’s not worth it.” 

Turning your head to the side, you sucked down a breath and shook your head. “I can’t, I can’t… I like him. I like him a lot.”

Seonghwa sighed, his fingers dragging through your hair calming you down. “I know,” he whispered. “They’re coming this way, Tori and Mina.” Letting him go in an instant with a step backward, you looked up at him and he pouted his lips. His hair, slightly disheveled, was pushed to the side. God, he was gorgeous.

“I’ll see you,” you muttered, gesturing to the door behind him.

His eyes did the thing that Hongjoong’s did. The thing that Yunho’s did. And, he smiled. “Call me, okay?”

“Aurora?” Tori shouted from behind you, the two girls closing in on you.

Returning his smile, you nodded and wiped your cheeks. “Thanks, Hwa.”

He stepped aside for you to pass by, bowing his head as he did. “Anytime.”

september 6th ~ saturday ~ 5:13 a.m

Seonghwa sat on the edge of his bed, pulling his shirt over his head, kicking his shoes off. Shaking his hair out as he threw the button down on the floor, his eye caught on the piece of fabric it fell on top of. Taking himself over to it, unbuttoning his pants as he did, he lifted his shirt and picked up the piece of lace with one finger.

Aurora’s.

His door opened without warning. 

Closing his hand over the lace, the entire thing fitting in his palm, he lifted his head and shot the intruder a wild look. Yunho, shutting the door behind him, gave Seonghwa the nastiest look. Clearly there was a fire burning within him, the smoke pouring out of his ears as he took wide strides toward him.

Seonghwa didn’t flinch. Instead, he simply laughed at his question.

“Did you fuck her?” 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Yunho grit his teeth. “Rory,” he said. “Did you fuck her?”

Seonghwa, amusement in his eyes, wet his lips. “Why do you care if I did?”

“So you did,” he snapped. “You’re sick, Seonghwa, I saw her neck, you gave her that nasty ass hickey.” Seonghwa smirked, his teeth poking out from his lips.

He left his mark. That was his thing.

Messing with the panties in his hand, he shifted his jaw and thought to himself for a moment, then said, “I didn’t take you as a two timing jackass, Yunho.”

Incapable of holding his own in a match like this, Yunho blew air out his lips and shook his head. “What are you talking about? Rory’s a friend, I’m checking on her.”

“Are you?” Seonghwa raised a brow.

“I am,” Yunho nodded, taking one step closer. “She’s not gonna be one of your girls, Seonghwa, she won’t do that. You’re… weird, man. Putting that mark on them like they belong to you now, that’s sick.”

“Sounds like you’re a two timing jackass, Jeong,” Seonghwa said, voice so low it boiled Yunho’s blood.

“I am not,” he sneered. “She’s a friend.”

“Is she?” Seonghwa lifted his hands, taking the little lacey thong from his palm, hooking it on a finger. The way Yunho’s face shifted into a fit of blind rage made Seonghwa snicker. “Two timing jackass.”

He let him take it. Yunho snatched the lace from his hand and took three steps backward. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he exchanged a look with his higher up and sighed.

“What’d she tell you,” he said, quiet as ever.

Seonghwa started back for his bed, pushing his pants to his ankles as he did. “Enough,” he said, kicking his feet free. Rolling onto his bed he pulled himself beneath the blanket and searched for his phone. “She loves you, bro.”

He started to tap away at his screen, leaving Yunho to wallow in the shock himself. 

“No, she doesn’t,” he breathed, tiptoeing to the door, toying with the fabric in his hand. Seonghwa hit him with a side eye and scoffed.

“You’re an idiot,” he said. “She’s been in love with you for a long ass time, Yunho. That’s why Wooyoung dropped her, he couldn’t get through to her. Aurora was the first girl he’s felt something for, and he had to hurt her. You know, I’m not even sure she knows she’s in love with you. This makes you a two timing jackass. How long have you two been fucking?”

Yunho glanced at his feet. “May,” he admitted, and Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“Well, congratulations, she’s spectacular,” he released a breath and focused back on his phone. “I can see why half of you are obsessed with her.”

With a hand on the doorknob, Yunho shook his head and pulled the door open. “Don’t ever talk about it.”

Seonghwa looked at him. “What, you and Aurora’s affair, or me nutting in her?” The smile that pulled at his lips made Yunho curl his.

“Both,” he snapped, and flew from his room, the door slamming behind him, leaving Seonghwa in pleasantly satisfied laughter.

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Another unhinged buddie fic idea - amnesia Eddie at his best and dumbest

So Eddie gets hurt, hits his head, is unconscious for like two weeks and when he finally wakes up, he thinks it's 2018, he's almost finishing fire academy and his parents are still saying he should let them take Chris away permanently.

To say he panics is an understatement — his muscles are weak after the lack of stimuli but he still puts a fight with the nurse that's trying to take his blood pressure.

He keeps on asking about where he is and where is Chris, only gets a you're in Cedars Sinai MC in Los Angeles and doesn't take for answer anything that tells him to stay still or to be careful with the IV, until the nurse says, "Your partner is right outside, I'm sure he's arranged something for your son."

He freezes. "My partner? I don't have a partner. Who is taking care of my kid?"

The nurse's face changes and there are suddenly more and more questions about what he remembers last, what year he thinks is, and does he remember his partner's name. He tells her - he fell asleep in his bed, 2018, he doesn't have a partner because he's been separated from his wife for a few years now.

Apparently, the year is 2023, he was on a call with his fire crew and got hurt, his partner is definitely his partner because he's his power of attorney, next of kin, and has been taking care of his kid.

So the nurse leaves to talk to the doctor and his partner who is still outside, with said doctor.

(Eddie doesn't know that but the nurse was either absolutely sure this is what Buck is because there are assumptions and there are legal medical documents or she is sure this is the mythical firefighters' bond and they're just very close work partners - your pick. Either way, Eddie thinks she means romantic life partner.)

Meanwhile, Eddie goes through all stages of grief because his apparent partner he acquired in the past five years is a he and apparently such a sure thing he's in all of Eddie's medical documents.

A guy. What kind of a guy he would have to be for Eddie to choose him as his partner?

Then the nurse comes back with a very tall, very handsome guy built like a brick wall but also making a face that makes him look like an eager but sad golden retriever and—

Oh. That explains some stuff. If just looking at him makes Eddie feel like it, then he can't even phantom what being with him feels like.

The guy stops mid-room, not going for a hug like Eddie expected him to. "Heard you don't remember me."

And he sounds so sad that Eddie reaches his hand out and the guy — his partner — is instantly at his side, gripping his hand, and Eddie doesn't let him go until he gets the point and pulls a chair closer and sits with him.

"I don't. So a name would be nice."

"Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck."

And like, Eddie's never been big for pet names but even in this short moment Buck seems so bright he wants to call him mi sol. "I call you Buck?"

Buck chuckles. "Yeah, you call me Buck. Unless you're really serious, then you call me, you call me Evan."

"Evan," he tests out. "Sounds like you're in trouble."

And Buck smiles at him so softly Eddie is melting in that bed, warmth hitting him where he's still holding Buck's hand hostage and traveling up. "Not to me."

Bobby, who is apparently their captain — even though Eddie has a feeling like he's talking to his in-laws again the whole time he is there — brings Chris to the hospital and he's so big, already eleven, and so sassy with Eddie.

He's also very, very familiar with Buck, which calms him down - he talks about the funny sandwich cutters Buck's been using the whole time Eddie was in the hospital to cheer him up and tentatively admits how they slept in the same bed the first week because Chris had nightmares.

And even though his dad landed in the hospital — again, apparently? — Chris seems very, well, very well-adjusted to the situation at hand, even if Eddie can see he's being a bit clingy with both Eddie and Buck. Like the adults in his life are doing a good job at shielding him.

Buck is the one who has all the hard conversations with him, about Shanon, about his parents, about his abuela moving to Texas because of a whole pandemic, about the accident he had at work, and what will happen once he leaves the hospital.

It's really reassuring, that it's Buck telling him all that.

If he had any doubts about Buck being a very, very good and very, very close partner, all of it disappears when they go back home from the hospital.

His whole house has signs of Buck living their best lives in there — there are photos, cookbooks, cooking utensils Eddie doesn't even know the names of, Buck's clothes mixed in his wardrobe, cards from Chris for the both of them. It's very clear Buck is not only a big part of their life but also lives with them full-time, too.

He knows where everything in the kitchen is — "I have a system, Eddie" — and he knows where all Eddie's insurance paperwork is, knows the PINs to his phone, his cards and accounts, he knows all about Chris' medical needs. He knows how Eddie likes his coffee, how Chirs likes his toasts, which shaving cream Eddie likes, which toothbrush is Eddie's, which pair of shoes Eddie's only bought because they were on discount and never worn, which of Christopher's notebooks is the one for math.

He doesn't remember the past five years but he can't imagine not having Buck as his partner. Knowing he is there doesn't make him anxious like he thought it would — it makes him calm, settled.

So he's offended when the first night comes and Buck tries to bring spare blankets onto their couch. He wants him in their bed.

He gets that Buck is trying to give him space since Eddie doesn't really remember all the years they've been together, but that's a bit much. They're partners, and pretty solid ones at that, not just a new couple figuring stuff out, they must have slept together a million times.

So Eddie tells him to go off the couch and sleep in bed with him. It takes some convincing but eventually, Buck agrees. They lie down, Buck is being unnecessarily awkward, turning his back on Eddie in the dark. Eddie is not having this — turns towards him and spoons him, holding him in his arms. He's pretty sure Eddie getting hurt and forgetting five years is stressful on Buck, too, even if he doesn't show it. He deserves the comfort of his partner, even if said partner doesn't remember all of their life together.

It happens again the night after, and the night after that, until Buck stops tensing up whenever Eddie wraps his arms around him.

Because Eddie was unconscious for so long, he still needs PT, and Buck somehow manages to arrange that Eddie's and Chris' PT is at the same time and Buck oscillates between staying with either of them for the duration. There's one time when the receptionist at the therapy center asks him why he comes in so often when he looks fine — she's flirting with him, Eddie knows, which makes him glare at her, and Buck just tells her, "I'm just the chauffer for my boys." And Eddie calms down.

They assessed him at the hospital and he's supposed to have someone's handheld assistance or use a stick or a frame when he walks, until the PT gets his legs to the state from before. Using either the stick or the frame makes him feel like an old man, and the feeling doubles when Buck, the hunk of a man that he is, is nearby, so he refuses to use it when Buck is around. Which ends with Buck helping him around by placing an arm around his back and holding his hand with the other whenever Eddie needs to move.

Which is an absolutely amazing feeling because Buck is both the gentlest of giants, always knowing when Eddie needs reassurance and so freaking fit and big, Eddie can just rest against his chest whenever he feels wobbly or needs comfort from the embarrassment. It's a very contrasting feeling because it makes Eddie want to be held and pecked all over his face and thrown into the wall to make out.

Eddie's physical fitness improves and he misses Buck's touch the second his therapist says he can start moving without assistance.

That's the only problem Eddie has — Buck refuses to touch him. Again, he knows it's a bit weird with Eddie not remembering. At first, he thought it was just Buck giving him the lead on how much he wants them to do but then Buck keeps on ducking out any time Eddie initiates something.

He goes in for a kiss when Buck is drinking coffee and he dodges, standing up before Eddie can try again. Eddie gives Chris a kiss goodbye and goes to give Buck one, where he's standing next to their kid, and Buck skips out the door, telling him he's going to start the AC in the car. He tries to curl up against his side on the couch and Buck gets up with an excuse of making popcorn or tea or anything else possible. When Eddie slips into the shower while Buck is brushing his teeth, he leaves the bathroom with the toothbrush still in hand. Buck pretends to be asleep when he kisses his neck and swats Eddie's hands off when he moves them under his t-shirt when they're spooning, always calls out Eddie in the dark, like he isn't sure Eddie is comprehending what he's doing.

(Buck is pretty sure Eddie is trying to kill him — just make him have a heart attack or something — even if not deliberately. He isn't suspecting a thing about Eddie's partners assumption.)

It's like Eddie has a partner that loves him but without the bits that are funny. Like, he thought life-affirming sex is a thing and he is cleared for physical activity now and still out of work and going stir-crazy.

He doesn't get it and he can't talk about this with Buck because it almost feels like Buck is rejecting him, every time he ducks away from Eddie's affection or doesn't reciprocate it.

"Buck is—He loves me, right? He hasn't stopped after the accident, he's—He finds me attractive, he wants me, right?"

(Hen, sweet Hen, thinks he figured out Buck is in love with him now that he has a bit of an outsider perspective, and mutters, "Oh boy," cursing in her head because it's too early for this conversation. She isn't even suspecting Eddie heard partners once and ran wild with it.)

"I don't see where you're going with this," Hen says diplomatically.

"It's just, he's not doing anything about it," he explains. "It feels like he's barely touching me."

Hen is freaking out because of all times, Eddie had to realize now—"Do you... want him to touch you?"

"Have you seen him?" Eddie asks and then frowns. "Oh, right, playing for a different team."

"You just had a brain injury," she points out, hoping Eddie will find his brain somewhere, actually, and think.

"It's been almost two months, the doctors say I'm fine, memories aside," he says stubbornly.

"Eddie, I don't think Buck is going to make any first moves when you don't remember the past five years you guys—" She needs to change the track because she's saying too much. "Why don't you just talk to him about it?"

"And say what? Please bend me over our kitchen table? Please shower with me? Please give me kisses goodbye? Please hold me at night?"

"You probably should start with something more...tame," Hen suggests.

He's tried tame — he's tried initiating kisses and hugs and Buck doesn't respond. It's like he is afraid to touch him and Eddie isn't made of glass.

He needs to do something drastic.

So at night, he waits for Buck to come to bed, lights dimmed, and when Buck pulls the covers away to slide into bed with him, Eddie is naked — he can't be more blunt, if this flies over Buck's head, he'll be worried.

"Oh my god," Buck keeps on repeating, not looking at Eddie, blindly trying to put the covers over Eddie.

"Oh, come on, I can't be more obvious," he complains. "Why can't you just touch me, Evan?"

He's taking deep breaths, not looking at Eddie at all and this is the opposite of what he aimed for. "You don't want me, Eddie, you don't even know me."

"I definitely want you," he protests, irritated. He knows what he wants, it's Buck who's been missing the signals right and left. "And I know you, you're my partner, my Buck—I know you want this, too."

It's the truth — when he thinks Eddie can't notice, he looks at him like Eddie is everything he could ask for. He wants him to look at him like that now, too. He knows Buck, even if memories aren't there.

"We're not doing anything until you get your memories back and you actually know who I am."

"What if I never get my memories back?"

Buck doesn't reply and for a second Eddie think he got him, but then Buck stands up from the bed and says, "I think I should move out."

"What?" Eddie protests because that's definitely not what he was aiming for. Buck's place is with them, even if things in their relationship are a bit dry or stilled. "And where exactly would you go?"

"I do actually have my own place, you know?"

And how Eddie was supposed to know? He lives with them. He should not have a back-up place to go.

"I think I'm sending you mixed signals and you obviously don't remember enough to interpret them with clarity in your head," he tells Eddie and leaves.

He actually leaves the house, too, no matter how much he's asking to just sit down and listen to him. He spends the night trashing from side to side, expecting Buck to be back any moment but never getting him back.

(Meanwhile, Buck doesn't go to the loft because everything is dusty in there since he's moved into Eddie's place when he had to take care of Chris when he was still unconscious. Instead, he goes to Maddie's and complains to her over a glass of wine, aiming to stay on her couch overnight. "You didn't see him, Maddie, he was just lying there like a starfish, completely naked, going all, now you can touch me all you want—" and Chim wakes up Jee with how hard he drops the pans he was pretending to clean while eavesdropping.)

Buck comes back in the morning to take Chris to school — he doesn't offer Eddie to take him together and they don't talk at all.

Eddie needs to talk to someone about this because he might have somehow ruined the relationship with the man he's pretty sure he'd like to marry one day. By wanting him to touch him, of all things. But everyone is at work.

Pepa is retired, though. The problem is, Eddie isn't about to tell her Buck had threatened to move out because Eddie wanted him to fuck him.

So he asks the more appropriate question, "Why are we not married yet, actually?"

Maybe if they were married, Buck wouldn't have some secret place to escape. Maybe he'd feel like he can touch Eddie because Eddie is his on paper, too.

Pepa gives him a look that says he's crazy. "Who?"

"Buck and I, obviously." Forget crazy, Pepa stares at him like he's insane. "What? Does Buck—not want to get married? Did I say anything about this to you?"

"Mijo," she says, sounding like it pains her to do so. "You and Buck are not—you're not together, Eddie."

Eddie laughs because that's—that's not possible, they're partners, Buck's been taking care of him and Chris since Eddie woke up, and long, long before that even if Eddie doesn't remember it. He's Eddie's power of attorney and next of kin and he's in Eddie's will, he's all but a step away from adopting Chris, knows all of Chris' and Eddie's medical history, their allergies, their likes and dislikes. He's Eddie's partner.

Pepa is not laughing, just looking at him with that pitying expression on her face,

"But—he loves me, he loves Chris, he loves us," he says dumbly.

"Believe me, I know, we all know," she says. "We've tried stirring you in the right way but you're very stubborn, mijo."

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Hey melody, can I give a request for a reader who's also a gamer and accidentally ignores or forget about the boys for a bit. Can it have a little angst from the boys because they want her attention. Alot of fluff though please. If you can not that's totally OK, I understand <33

Hi babes, thanks for being patient with this one. I felt like this one would work best as a headcanon for each one so I set it up that way. I’m glad you asked me for this one, I’m a gamer too!

SFW, fluffiness, angst, talks about hyperfixation, reader is a little cold to the boys at times.

Word Count: 948

The latest game just dropped. The one you’ve been going on about for ages, and you’re posted up in the living room. You’ve got your favorite snacks, your favorite drinks, and you even managed to somehow get some time off of work and you planned to spend it right there, controller in hand. Nothing else mattered.

Marc

Marc, at first is intrigued by the game, he’s probably going to watch and ask questions.

He asks things like: “What’s that one's name?” And “Why does her hair look like that?”

At some point on the first day, Marc walks away and you don’t even notice. He murmured something, asking if you were going to eat anything other than chips to which you mumble incoherently and continue playing your game.

It’s 2am, Marc is waking up and you’re not in bed. He goes to the living room where you are still staring at the screen, dark circles surrounding your eyes. He wonders if you’ve even blinked.

Oh thank goodness, he thinks when you finally do blink.

“Come on baby, let’s go to bed.”

You don’t go to bed.

Marc would never admit that he was jealous of a video game, but he certainly starts showing it.

Little things start happening like your controller mysteriously going missing or Marc conveniently planning things to do with you that keep your attention off of your game.

It doesn’t matter though, the second you get back home, you’re playing it, and your attention is off of him again.

It starts with his arms wrapped around your torso and chin on your shoulder. You wriggle a little to try and nudge him off.

“Marc, babe if you don’t get off me I’m going to die and if I die I’ll-“

You died.

“Oh damn, sorry baby that really sucks.”

If looks could kill, Marc was dead.

You and Marc find a happy medium. Sometimes you’re sitting with either your back against his chest, on the couch so he could get SOME sort of physical affection - OR - He’s laying with his head in your lap while you click away on your controller.

He’s really happy when you either finish or get bored of the game you’re playing.

Steven

Steven loves when you both have hobbies that you like. He likes parallel play for sure.

As someone with a lot of his own hobbies, he likes that he can read a book or do some research on an interest he acquired without interruption.

That is until you jump him every time you yell after you’ve died.

At one point he slams his glasses on the table in frustration because he can’t focus on what he’s reading.

He stands in front of the screen and just furrows his brow at you. You try looking around him but you can’t see anything. You’re pissed.

“Steven, fucking move.” You say in frustration.

“No, I’m not movin’ until you look at me. We need to chat.”

In a huff you drop the controller on the floor, “what?”

“Darling, you know I don’t mind if you have your hobbies, but if you’re going to start being so noisy, you’re gonna have to stop.”

The argument ends with Steven upstairs in the office having a pair of headphones in so he doesn’t have to hear you shouting at the television.

Steven, being the touch-starved man he is, has a hard time falling asleep without you there.

The first few nights he’s okay, but after a week of you crawling into bed at 5am after an all night gaming binge, he can’t take it anymore. He starts begging you to come to bed a little earlier.

You try, but it’s difficult.

Steven will start playing the game with you and at first you’re excited, until you see how terrible he is at it.

You settle for playing the game less just so you he doesn’t feel obligated to play with you.

(And yes reader apologizes, I know I made reader a little mean in this one but if you’ve ever hyperfixated on something then YOU KNOW)

Jake

Jake loves that you have something to do that you like. The look on your face when you’re doing something that brings you such joy has no comparison. It’s when you give him an attitude that he has an issue.

The first time it happens he brushes it off, thinking it’s just “new game” excitement.

After a week of you being emotionally distant and a little cold toward him, he’s had enough and he doesn’t blink at the idea of unplugging your console.

Red…you only see red.

“Jake Lockley what the fuck did you just do?”

“Bebita, you spend too much time playing this game, and not enough time with me.”

“Jake I’m allowed to have hobbies, if couples spend all their time together then they get sick of each other. It’s a fact.” You tried to walk behind him to plug the system back in but he stopped you easily.

“I understand hermosa, the problem is that I never see you these days.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, I am just really into this game and it’s all I want to do. I can’t help it,” you were trying to explain hyperfixation in a way he could understand. “It doesn’t mean I care about you any less I promise.”

Jake cupped your cheeks, “ok, tell you what, I’m going to come up with my own little game, and if you can play by my rules…then I’ll let you play your game.”

Jake’s little game does, in fact, have you tied up in the bedroom begging for release while he teases you relentlessly.

Jake wins the game.

Moon Knight Headcanon Masterlist

Moon Knight Masterlist

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

🎀 asked ↺ HPLY SHIT FLAMEBRINGER HAS ME DOWN BAD. HIS VOICE. THE EDGE MIXED WITH A LOVE FOR FLOWERS... NEW SARKAZ BOY ACQUIRED /VPOS. i feel like he's either the sweetest lover or wants to take you from behind and fuck you into oblivion. there is no in-between.

cw. sub!reader, mean!flamebringer, rough sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), big cock, overstimulation, dacryphilia, possessive behaviors, size kink, strength kink, hickies, blood kink, mating press, full nelson, doggy style & sex marathons. MINORS DNI!!

art credit. (please go check 'em out, art is super good!! they do have nsfw art so minors beware!!)

he's the type of boyfriend who would use you as his personal armrest, but if someone else tries it, he swings at them then acts like he didn't just try to start a fight. honestly the man is so unpredictable but i'm pretty sure he'd be less of a menace to you at the very least, letting you fall asleep on his admittedly comfy chest without voicing a complaint once. and good luck trying to pry him off of you when he's fallen asleep on you, bc that man has an absolute death grip and he's not gonna let go anytime soon.

flamebringer can and will fuck you into oblivion, his calloused hands tightly gripping your waist as he slams himself against your backside over and over. his cock spreads you open far wider than what could be considered normal, reaching so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. each brutish thrust pricks at nerves that have you sobbing and babbling stupidly, erasing any figments of thoughts or cares. there's nothing to ground you, nothing to think of but the way flamebringer fucks you into the mattress until he finally cums, painting your insides white with thick creamy globs. but just once isn't enough to satisfy him — the sarkaz needs the entirety of rhodes island to know who's fucking you this good. he won't stop until his stamina has run out and he's emptied his heavy balls into you, even if you're beyond exhausted by that point.

the hickies and deep bites he leaves behind are the type that stand out like a sore thumb and take weeks to heal up entirely. all the makeup in the world can't hide the indents of his teeth against your collarbone, or the love bites decorating the sides of your neck. and that doesn't even begin to account for the mess he made on the rest of your body. his bites tear deep enough to draw blood, the pain triggering fat tears to stain your cheeks, and he watches with a primal sort of hunger when he watches you sob like that. it's gotten to the point where you've begun to become terribly aroused by the searing pain, your mind so fogged that you can only focus on the painful pleasure that flamebringer delivers. and all of it is done with a purpose, since he's got such a nasty possessive streak on him, smug arrogance filling his chest when he watches you make a feeble, and admittedly pathetically adorable, attempt at walking after he'd just finished blowing out your backside.

flamebringer's strength is the source of his fiery pride, especially since he can use it to his advantage when he wants to fuck you senseless. he can, without a doubt, fuck you in full nelson, arms hooked under your plush thighs, his self-control cracking with each warbled moan escaping your lips. mating press has to be his absolute favorite, however, since he can watch each cute expression you make and be able to crush you beneath him, snuffing out any hopes you have of attempting to crawl away from him. the position allows him to reach even deeper, his fat cock brushing against sensitive nerves that leave you jolting and desperately clinging onto him. he just finds it so cute that you're chanting his name — stupidly babbling it like it's the only thing you can even remember. and of course, each time he cums, each load will stay safely nestled deep inside your oversensitive hole. at least, until he pulls out, your gaping walls unable to keep his seed from dripping out.

keep being this cute and pliant for him and he really may never want to ever let you go. it's only a matter of time before he can truly claim you as his♡

[melodramaticatheart]

Buy Me A Coffee? - Lyra x Grayson

word count: 798

book: the grandest game

ship: lyra kane x grayson hawthorne

“You’re not going to say anything?” “You’re the one who wanted to meet up” Me and Grayson Hawthorne had been sitting in a cafe outside of the city for half an hour and none of us had said a word the smell of coffee and pastries was getting to me. We sat in the corner of the shop staring down into our coffees.  He had called me last night and made an offer for stupid enough coffee. I slowly recall the late-night call.

“What do you want blondie?” I answer the phone tired after a long study session “Well, Lyra Kane the truth is what do you want? You’ve been calling my number for three months now and I’ve just now learned your name and location.” I’m quickly taken aback at the sound of him using my full name “You know what I want Hawthorne boy. I’m hanging up now bye bye.” I say anger creeping into my voice. I just wanted this asshole to tell me what his family did to my father. I never once wanted him to get involved in who I was. I was going to hang up when he asked “Buy me a coffee?” God, why was he so confusing? “What, you’re serious right now? I am not taking you out to a cup of fucking coffee.” I was pissed now “Fine then I’ll buy you a coffee. Tomorrow the little cafe near the outskirts, I know you know which one I’m talking about. I’ll send you the time.” I was about to counter him when he hung up the phone. That little son of a bi- “Lyra?” “Yes,” I say looking at the boy sitting across from me I can tell he was speaking while I was zoned out. 

“Sorry, Hawthorne I would rather your voice not be the first I hear in the morning, probably not the last time I zone out during our conversation.” “What you’d rather I sing to get your attention.” I cock my head to the side and give him half a smile. He was amusing. Very amusing.

“Look unlike you I have a job the get to, so if you’ll tell me why I’m here drinking a cold coffee at 8 in the morning I’d be very pleased” I had work in a bit and class in the late morning if he didn’t hurry I would have to leave. But maybe that was a good thing. “Right because my one mission this morning is to please you.” He smiles, then says “It’s been three months and I have not been able to figure out your riddle.” He looks at me as he says it waiting for any sign of a reaction. He continues when I don’t say anything “Not even my brother who speaks in tongues can figure it out. So I’ve come to bring you a proposition: I think we should team up.” But by the time he’s finished, I’m laughing into my hands “No.” I shake my head not even hiding my smile “Why not? tell me what could be so bad about working with me to figure out your father's suicide.” I flinch my face falling at his words. I always knew my dad was dead I just never knew how, it was only until two years ago that the memory of his death started visiting me in dreams. It made the grief feel brand new.

 “Why would you even need my help you don’t think that if I had any way of figuring it out by myself I would, instead of asking a bratty rich heir who doesn’t know anything about real life?” I thought that would get a reaction out of him but he just set his hands on the table and looked at me “First if you don’t know the story I am not an heir and second we wouldn’t even have to work close, you can send me some photos of him to pass through my grandfathers' files. Some information that you can acquire from your mom-” “No, we are not bringing my mother into this” 

I interrupt him my mom and dad had divorced a couple of months after I was born but she still cared about him. I couldn’t imagine bringing up the raw pain of my father's death. “Fine, I’ll work with you but you will never show up to my city unannounced ever again,” I lift a finger to prove a point. “Nor will you keep any information from.” I lift a second finger up and wait for his answer. “Deal, can’t wait to work with you Ms. Kane,” He says with a smile and I have to look away. I get up and start to walk away, wondering what I’ve just gotten myself into

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requested by @reminiscentreader hope you like!

@art-of-fools

sorry this is kind of long btw

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 13)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

Part 12

Summer passes, Rosanna and Draco spend a fair bit of it building a defense strategy.

Scorpius, for his part, pretends he is none the wiser. That things will right themselves and the truth will set them free. But he knows better, this is bad. Debatably the worst it’s ever been.

“If you ask me, the most mishandled aspect of the wizarding war, will always be Rosanna McVay’s tragic entanglement to the Malfoy family.” The reporter’s voice booms over the radio.

Of all the things Scorpius considers his mother to be, tragically entangled is not one of them.

“Oi, give it a rest.” The cohost retorts.

“That girl was bred like cattle, she lost her entire life to that family. She fell in love with a monster and Draco Malfoy fell in love with the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He enjoys her the way a child does a toy.”

And of all the things Scorpius considers his father to be, a monster is not one of them. If these people ever met his parents, this entire debate would be null and void.

“And that is where we disagree. Draco Malfoy sold his soul to the devil, to save Rosanna McVay; and it’s people like you that’ve forced the reopening of this case, after over twenty years!”

“Pish, posh, the trial was rushed and we all know it. The imperious charm is listed as an unforgivable curse for a reason. The minister for magic, at present, recognizes that in a way that Kingsley Shacklebolt failed to.”

“Hermione Granger-Weasley would not open this can of worms of her own accord, but given the recent outcry, her hands are tied.”

This Scorpius knows to be true, Hermione is family, Hermione would never.

“Scorpius.” Another voice calls, not from the radio. This time addressing him directly.

“Mum, I was just-” bollocks, he’s been caught.

Rosanna smiles, kindly. “Finish getting ready for the train, it’s almost time to go.”

“Why are we leaving so early?” The train back to school doesn’t leave for hours.

“We’re driving down this year.”

“Driving?” They’ve always taken the floo.

“Photographers from the paper expect us to come through the floo network. This way will be better, less hectic.” Rosanna explains. “Plus, we have a chance for car karaoke.”

“Right,” Scorpius chokes out. Waiting until the door closes behind his mother to begin packing.

Rosanna’s cat, Lovey, sneaks out from beneath the bed. Perhaps she is now keeping watch, that or she is hiding from Draco. His father and his mother’s cat have always had a rather tumultuous relationship.

Eventually Scorpius trudges downstairs with his trunk and owl in tow. Her namesake is driven largely by the fact that she didn’t like to be kept in her cage, for any amount of time. She’d squawk terribly before she was trained.

“Oh, Lottie.” His father sighs.

“Lottie?” Scorpius repeats. He hasn’t given her a name yet.

Draco nods, “a fitting nickname, it means ‘free man.’ Some creatures are not meant to be tamed, they are wild at heart and long to remain free.” He unclasps the cage door, allowing the owl to climb onto his outstretched arm. “But, if we are lucky, they may choose to remain faithfully by our sides.”

“Lottie.” Scorpius finally settles upon a name.

He never took into account where his father might have acquired such extensive knowledge of caged animals. He never considered that this ideology may stem from interactions with a person instead.

Everyone is down on the first floor, waiting for Scorpius. The door left open as Rosanna loads Vega and Polaris’ trunks into the car, using her pointer finger. She rarely uses a wand for things around the house.

Corina must be having a morning. Her little fists are clenched around chunks of their father’s hair. Cheeks splotchy from crying as Draco bounces from side to side.

“Will she live?” Polaris jests, passing a hand over her youngest sister’s hair.

Draco half laughs, “I’m sure she’ll pull through somehow.”

“It’s hard being little, Coco.” Vega tells the little girl. “But soon you’ll be big, and wish you were little again.”

Corina doesn’t understand, resting her head against Draco’s chest. Clearly exhausted from her efforts.

“Scorpius, let your mother know your things are ready.” Draco jerks his chin toward the driveway.

Scorpius nods, heading out the open door.

Their muggle car has three rows of seats, a silver colored sports utility vehicle that sits in the garage, mostly for show.

“Mum, my trunk is ready.”

“Oh, good.” Rosanna pops her head out from the trunk. Her magic envelopes his school trunk, moving it into place with the twin’s.

Polaris’ frog, Persephone, croaks in protest.

“Are you keeping Lottie with you?”

“Oh, yes.” Scorpius forces a smile.

“You ok?” Rosanna closes the hatchback. Moving closer to ruffle his hair.

“I’m alright if you are.” He leans heavily against the trunk.

“I am.” His mother assures him.

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They approach the train station in due time, Draco begins pulling into a parking spot while his wife carries on about being too close to the car on her side.

“Baby,” she squeals, slapping at him blindly as the front of their car narrowly avoids the driver’s side door of the other car.

“Rosanna,” Draco all but growls, “close your eyes next time if it is too much for you. I know how to drive.”

Scorpius stops listening after that, their bickering is no more than white noise. It is not uncommon for them to row. They’re both opinionated and passionate in what they believe. But something about this is different, they seem worn down. As if everything has finally begun to eat away at them.

Corina kicks her little legs in her carseat, facing the rear of the car. Easily entertained by the butterflies Draco has charmed to circle near her head.

After a moment she stares up at her brother with wide brown eyes. Holding out the enchanted butterfly, trapped in her fist.

“For me?” Scorpius smiles over at her.

“Uh huh.” Corina smiles, releasing the butterfly. It circles Scorpius briefly, before landing on his nose. He’ll go cross eyed staring at it too long.

“Thank you.”

Their father swings open the door and the butterflies disappear. Draco unbuckles his daughter and promptly hands her off to Rosanna. They can’t use magic here, not until reaching platform 9 3/4, so Draco unloads the trunks onto a trolley.

Making their way through the train station quickly, they cross the threshold into the wizarding world. Scorpius reminds himself of the instructions he’s been given. Keep up with his family, don’t answer any questions, ignore any photographers. But they never discussed what to do in the event that they are separated. Which is exactly what happens.

Scorpius stands alone, swarmed by reporters, shouting at him. Snapping picture after picture.

“What are your thoughts about your father?”

“Are the wards around the Malfoy estate truly to keep intruders out? Or to keep you in?”

“Is it true that-”

“Scorpius!” That voice, his mother’s voice.

“Mum?” He can’t see her, but he hears her.

“Scorpius!” His father now. Of course they would come for him, they always do.

“Scorpius.” A cloud of smoke erupts between himself and the crowd, someone grabs his hand and drags him out of the chaos.

Once the fog clears enough for his eyes to adjust, Scorpius realizes that he is now in the corner, on the opposite side of the platform. Someone is there with him. “Delphi?”

“Scorpius, I’m sorry to bother you with this, but we don’t have much time.” The woman says, breathlessly. Fishing for something in her coat pocket.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure how much your parents have told you about what’s happening at the ministry…but in reference to your father’s case, things aren’t looking good.”

“I know,” Scorpius rakes a hand through his hair.

Draco is facing months, if not years, in Azkaban.

“There is something,” Delphi whispers, “something you could do.”

“Anything,” Scorpius nods, eagerly.

“You could use this.” A time turner, pulled from her coat.

“That’s illegal.”

“Of course.” Delphi drops it back to her side. “Forgive me for suggesting it.”

“It’s alright but I-“ Scorpius stammers, “I don’t see how that would help.”

“If you go back and change things, stop your father from using the imperius curse and prove that the outcome of the war would be different. Then put things back, exactly as they were. You’d return with the memories from the other timelines, put them in a pensieve, they’re admissible in court. Prove your father’s sacrifice was necessary, make him a hero.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Wish I could,” Delphi grimaces, “but the ministry has all employees on strict lockdown until the source of this breech has been identified.”

“Oh.” Scorpius lowers his gaze.

“I’m risking a lot even being here, but your mother is very dear to me. I’d hate to see her lose everything.”

Scorpius nods, taking the cool, metal, time turner in hand. “How will I know where to go?”

Delphi shoots him a grin, “all you need to do is turn it.”

Another puff of smoke, and she is gone.

Scorpius tucks the time turner away safely, in his own pocket. Rushing back to his parents, who are still frantically calling his name.

“Here,” Scorpius waves, “I’m here.”

Rosanna is beside herself, stroking his hair, checking him over thoroughly. “Are you ok, Scorpius?”

No. “Yes, I’m alright.” He hugs her to him. Scorpius loves his mother dearly, the sight of her so upset over him breaks his heart.

Draco tosses the arm not holding Corina around both of them, kissing his son’s hair. “Don’t worry, we will be pressing charges. I won’t have these imbeciles harassing you again.”

Scorpius realizes that his momentary absence scared them, it well and truly terrified them.

The train whistle blows, time to board.

“I love you,” Scorpius says, squeezing his parents a bit tighter. “I love you both.”

“Oh, Scorpius, we love you too.”

“We love you so much.”

And that is why he has to do this.

Part 14

[water-to-drink]

I Can Smile When I Ain’t Got No Money pt2

Pairing: Pantalone x reader

(A/n): The people have spoken and being the generous person I am I decided to fed you all good.

It truly baffles him that you refuse the gifts he suggests on buying for you, to be honest most of your habits baffle him

Mainly your propensity for keeping things until they can’t be used anymore, it takes him back to a time he would like to forget

The time where he would dream about acquiring a large sum of wealth so he would never be the starving child he once was

He would subtly ask why you have such mannerisms

Your answer that large quantities of money would bring too many problems and you preferred to live a carefree life brought a new perspective to his outlook on life

That don’t mean he doesn’t try to gift you expensive gifts which you refuse

If you make an off hand comment about using the money he was planning on spending on you towards something you think deserves it more, he will take it to heart

Don’t be surprised to see new a school, a hospital, or a retirement home with your name

You win some, you lose some

Since he’s a fatui harbinger he often dwells in dealings that would put you in danger if you knew anything about it so his office is off limits most of the time

But that doesn’t stop you from spending time with him (as if anything will)

The two of you spend most of Pantalone’s free time outside. The Snezhnayan climate gives you the most romantic background

Going on a carriage ride or walking through the forest admiring the way the snow blankets the trees

But those aren’t the only things you two do, building snowmen, sledding down a hill, or making colored snow with water that’s been dyed with food coloring (idk if they have that in Tevyat, but we rolling with that)

Though he’s not one for playing in the snow, he does love to watch you play in the snow. The youthful and carefree smile on your face makes him reconsider if he truly wants to just watch from the sidelines

“Pant! Look I made you in the snow!” You smiled as you pointed down at the art you made with the colorful water

“Beautiful work dearest and the hearts are a nice touch, but you missed one key detail.” Pantalone mused as he kneeled lower to get easier access to your drawing

“And what is that?”

Pantalone picked up a dropper from the bowl of dyed water and began to draw another figure next to your drawing. After the harbinger was finished you realized what it was meant to be

“You were missing yourself, my dear.”

[signaturedish]

Dude. I just re-read PA for the 4th time, and dang! I love it unreasonably lots!! You have SKILLS making me adore ypur whole cast of characters! I was wondering, if you aren't already planning to continue in the future, how did you see this story going, and ending? Selfishly, I hope it turns out Everything Is Good, Nothing Hurts at curtains, but what delights and terrors did you have smuggled up your sleeves?? Great work, and thanks for the beautiful masterpiece of a fic!

I got this ask a while ago and I really thought about. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go with PA until this year. I still really like what I wrote and I love you guys, but as of 2024 it’s safe to say it’s officially abandoned and I no longer plan to finish it.

As for where I was planning to take PA, of course I planned for a happy ending! I wasn’t half as vicious as some of the people who interacted with this blog lmao. PA was a tortilla chip for hurt/comfort fluff first and foremost!

The plan was bb-Harry hot potato. Raids and swaps and hostages while humans watched in horrified silence as these killer robots invading the planet seemed more occupied with capture-the-flag chrome edition than alien takeover.

Concretely, there was going to be a resolution to that whole growing-up thing. Decepticons were gonna cobble together a second frame for him via human raids (think OG cartoon and all the random raids to acquire resources) and finally conclude they might need a doctor to fine tune it.

Cue Ratchet who’s been trying to get conveniently isolated and captured for weeks atp getting captured (thank god). Harry would get a sick new form- which was more in-tune with regular seekers. Upturned wings, greater independence, durability, etc.

He’d get some fledgling flying lessons, there was going to be a concurrently running subplot about Starscream plotting to use bb harry as a hostage/king’s crown and delivering him to The Fallen for evil nefarious purposes. But of course melting at the last minute and dying to get Harry out of there.

Then being resurrected with the cube, etc etc happy endings because that’s my jam.

The big bad was going to be The Fallen who is Not Cool about this kid who

A. Is not one of the hatchling drones he’s been sinking millions into in order to win over desperate robots as the last option to keep from going extinct.

B. Is in possession of the allspark in such a manner that he can’t just grab it in the dark of night.

Eventually spurring decepticons and Autobots to take him out together as the final conflict. Probably after he successfully captured and almost murdered Harry. I was thinking about having him switch from using Decepticons after Starscream’s double cross and using humans and reincorporating those scientists.

They sneak in while the Autobots and deceptions are on high alert for EACH OTHER, and get their test subject back with the help of a powerful backer they don’t know much about.

Harry would get that one-two punch of being back in the lab, we can have some closure over those scientists and they can rough him up. Then deliver him to the Fallen.

From there, it could’ve gone a couple of ways. Harry, empowered, finding a way to hurt the Fallen with the allspark, maybe getting killed and resurrected, maybe regular old sabotage and halfway failed escape before a rescue in the darkest hour…. I wasn’t sure what tone I wanted for the climax….I was leaning on putting him death’s door and everyone needing to work together to get him out and keep him alive.

In the process of taking on the fallen and getting their baby back, Autobots and decepticons forge a very tenuous peace treaty in the name of Not Almost Getting Their Kid Killed Like That One Time With The Fallen Ever Again.

Somewhere in there we were gonna get second and third wave Autobot and deceptions refugees hitting the earth and Harry was going to find out he could use the allspark to bring more kids to life.

But yeah, post epilogue characters were going to end somewhere along the lines of-

Harry on his way to robot teenage-dom, strong enough and with enough resources that he no longer needs the allspark to live. He figures out how to remove it, but its decided that he should keep it.

Megatron and Optimus, now the most passive aggressive reluctant exes sharing custody of their kid you have ever seen at a PTA meeting.

Ratchet, dealing with his trauma via the deeply healing experience of seeing a pack of healthy kids out in the universe again. Eventually he might have one of his own, tho that wasn’t concrete.

Bumblebee and Starscream become big brothers of vastly different fonts.

Bumblebee is the one adored by all the little kiddies, ready to help with pranks and jokes. Starscream is the one worshipped fearfully from afar. Kids don’t act out in his presence, they act LIKE him and then furiously deny that they were mimicking him at all.

Arcee isn’t that invested in all honesty. Jazz and Ironhide are cool uncles. For basically everyone else I become Oprah- YOU get a kid, and YOU get a kid, etc.

There was going to be an explosion in the UK that no one pursues super seriously. We think it’s a robot stirring up trouble but nothing really becomes of it. Just Wizard World having A Time ™ and Voldemort and Dumbledore speed-running the series off screen.

In a very broad, probably embarrassingly hand-waved manner, they were also going to negotiate their way into owning land for their colony. No longer dwindling refugees, now an infant nation state slowly incorporating themselves politically as a technological power, trading for old relics and refined energy sources.

These were my rough outlines and ideas, which were nowhere near set in stone. So if you prefer a different end or would’ve liked something else to be included, by all means continue with that ending! That’s just what I had planned way back when, and I hope it doesn’t sound like total nonsense lol!!

[dindadjarin]

A Chance Encounter – 3

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: none

an: ok it’s here! this encounter isn’t as long as the ones before but you’ll see why. sorry for taking so long, i haven’t been feeling well and my stress wouldn’t let me concentrate but today was better and i had the time to finish this. I hope you like it! reblogs and feedback and very appreciated! 💖

masterlist – part two

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Insistent beeping comes from your utility belt, where your holo-comm notifies you of an incoming transmission. You frown, pausing just outside the threshold of your Harold’s shop in Lothal. All employees and Harold himself were summoned by the rebellion and asked to go to the star-port and grab a transport. With the news of the rebellion’s victory in Scariff but also of its consequences, none of you hesitated to pack your things. Your heart feels heavy, just as every step you take. Do we deserve it? You keep wondering. Do we deserve their sacrifice? You really hope you do.

“Give me a few minutes, I gotta check who this is.” You tell the other 3 mechanics who started to head towards the port, and though they seem reluctant, they nod. You don’t blame them, everyone in the streets keep whispering, and the fear that was already there seemed to triple overnight.

Your duck back into your office, dropping your bag by your desk and pulling out the holo-comm from your belt. A second later, you plug it to another device Harold had acquired to prevent transmissions to be traced and feel your mouth drop at the ID code on display. The same heart that felt like it couldn’t feel anything more after today’s news starts to beat faster. It’s for emergencies, he’d said and now you worry he got himself into a mess he can’t get out of. You answer the call hiding behind your desk so no one sees who you’re talking to should they walk in.

It is only a moment later, but if feels like hours to you before the sight of him, seemingly uninjured appears in front of you. It makes you breathless and you shake your head, pushing all those made-up scenarios of him injured out of your head.

The Mandalorian lets out a long and relieved sigh; he sounds tense when he speaks after. “Where are you?”

“In my office, I’m going off-world in a few minutes.” You explain, keeping your voice low to avoid eavesdropping.

“I’m coming to get you.”

“What the hell? No!” Your eyes widen at his sudden words as fear washes over you like a cold wave. “That’s too risky for you, especially now.”

The Mandalorian sighs and leans back on the pilot’s chair of the Razor Crest. He hasn’t changed, though you suppose you won’t be able to tell without seeing his face. But he’s still sighing, he’s still exasperated with you, still… himself. “I heard…”

“Scariff?” You ask, voice small until he nods, and you clear your throat. “That’s why I have to go, many repairs to be made.”

Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your throat tightens, and your lips start to tremble. His holo-projection blurs as your eyes glaze over with tears; tears you can’t seem to control now. It feels like the all the sadness you’ve tried to push through suddenly solidifies around you, leaving you trapped in an unbearable ache you can’t escape from. Sadness comes at you from all angles, paralyzing you on the spot for you to acknowledge it.

“I thought, you were with them.” Mando confesses, his voice going quiet like yours. It brings you out of your own thoughts for a moment until your mind catches up to what he said, and it causes a new wave of pain to go over you and leave you aching.

“No, I– I wasn’t” You mumble, tears finally breaking free and cascading your cheeks; a sob soon follows. 

Covering your face with your hands, you begin to cry –shoulders hunched as the weight of your emotions settle on them. Three years without seeing him, and this is how your meeting goes. No joking around, no friendly smiles, only you, crying your eyes out.

Mando calls your name, softly and with a worried edge to his words. “What happened?” He asks.

“Cassian –my friend from Ferrix– and some pilot friends, they– they’re gone.” Your bottom lips trembles as you try to hold back your tears and meet Mando’s eyes. You have to press your lips together and swallow hard to keep yourself from sobbing again. “They died in Scariff.”

A new stream of tears follows, as the memories of receiving the transmission with the news come to mind. “I’m just a mechanic, Mando. I go in when they need help fixing a ship. But my friends, they… sacrificed their life to give us a chance.”

“cyari’ka.”

“And I miss you.” You blur out, wiping at your eyes uselessly. You’re telling him everything already, so you might as well tell him this too. “So much.”

You don’t know what the word he called you means, and you can’t bring yourself to ask him. All you think about right now is him. Him being here with you, especially right now when you feel so… alone. Would he hug you and shield you from the world if you asked?

He nods once and looks away. “Me too.” His voice it quiet but coated in an unconcealed vulnerability that makes you squeeze your eyes shut.

Why did you let your walls down, weakened, for these feelings to barge in and make themselves at home? You wouldn’t be in pain at his memory if you hadn’t. But that’s not fair of you to say, because there’s joy in the memory too; a shining light when everything feels hopeless. The thought of seeing him again gave you something to look forward to when the fight is over, it was the hope you needed. It’s easy to understand what he’s feeling, the way he was tense when you answered the call. He was panicked, worried. The same panic you felt only moments ago, and the hopelessness you feel when you can’t comfort those who’re hurting.

“But I’m here.” He says firmly, his helmet tilting up just slightly. You imagine him pushing his chin out to show certitude and support. It makes a small smile break out of your face.

“I’m here too.” You nod, taking a deep breath and looking back at him; your tears are drying on your cheeks, and though you’re still deeply sad about Scariff, it feels like a load has been lifted from your heart. “You scared me when you called, by the way. I thought it was an emergency.”

The Mandalorian’s helmet tilts to the side, “It was.”

You look away to the side, surprised at the meaning of his words and at a loss for your own. How is it, that this seemingly stoic man can light someone up from withing, lifting their spirits in such a way that you crack another smile. Just for him.

You’re about to speak again when Roy, one of the mechanics outside, calls out your name. “Come on, we have to go!”

Mando sighs at the same time as you. “Go grab that transport, cyari’ka, and… be careful.”

“I will.” You tell him and stand up, bringing the holo-comm with you; you try to sound as reassuring as you can. “Just, please do the same.”

The Mandalorian nods and you hesitate for a second, needing to look at him one last time. Who knows when you’ll see him again, but there are people waiting for you and you need to go. You nod, just like he did and move to turn off the call.

“Wait,” He says before you can disconnect the transmission. “I care… and I’ll be waiting.”

His words are like a punch to the stomach and bring you back to the conversation you had with him during his last visit. I guess I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone who cares waiting for you, it hasn’t crossed my mind in a long time.

You press your lips together and nod; your brain short-circuiting from all the emotions flooding your system.

“Okay.” It’s a whisper, and it means I’ll be careful but you’re sure he knows. “I know you’ll find me.”

He nods one last time and you disconnect the call.

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part 4

[movedto-mastcrmarksman]

[TOUCH] The sender caresses the receiver's back, attempting to entice them back into bed.

Prompts from Post-Cotial, In Bed, or Honey Come Back memes -> Accepting

As the autumn leaves turn to crunches under their feet, their apartment's thermostat has been turned up to keep the home toasty as they wait out for the first of the season's storms. Snowfall already began, and every year like clockwork; clint turns his home into an oven. Blankets gathered over years and years get pulled out from storage; some being a thick woolen knit identify for outdoor use and others softer fleeces acquired more recently.

Each blanket has a distinct smell to them, or at least the ones he's had since he was in his twenties. Even as the mornings begin frost with them, making the hardwood floors unappealing for frozen toes to touch; his training could not go on for hibernation.

Clint knows his worth, his value to New York City, and it's that of being one of its heroes. Finest heroes might he add, along with being the best master marksman in the world. He's been in this business for years, with no retirement plan in sight, and the way he keeps on top of that is getting up in the mornings.

Early mornings, despite the rebellious and somewhat depressive part of his brain wanting to remain curled up in a dark warm hole shut odd from the world, were when he spent the time honing his skills. His two to four hour workout regime that keeps him fit and absolutely to keep up with heroes like Captain Marvel and Thor.

In the last few years, there has been on hindrance to this work out regime which hasn't affected his skill set, but did distrupt his sense of discipline with himself. That hindrance had one name and that was Peter Benjamin Parker, of whom was currently curled tightly into the flannel sheets swapped in for the wintry months.

Clint had been in the process of sitting up, stretching out his arms above his head and spine before he got out of bed (letting his legs savor the warmth) before he was up and going to slip himself out of bed and descend the loft staircase. He had reached a hand to pull the sheets and covers higher over Peter, tucking him in tight.

However, Peter doesn't keep himself tucked in that way. NO, Clint finds that out when two fingers start to walk up the back of his spine, fingers warm against his skin as Peter had slipped his hand underneath the sleep shirt that Clint's been sporting since the cold spell had hit the city.

The archer finds himself stalling, in fact more than stalling, Clint was actively leaning back as Peter's fingers continue to trace up and down his spine. A few moments he just breathes with the lines drawn on his back until he feels Peter start to spell out words on his back.

What's one missed morning? echoes in the back of his mind, it's a phrase he's thought often since Peter B. Parker has wormed his way into his house and bed.

First, S-T-A-Y is spelt along his spine but Peter doesn't stop there and he had already been convinced. It's thr next thing that Peter starts to write out along his spine as well.

I-W-O-R-K-U-O- and Peter doesn't have to finish that as Clint twists around to go kiss Peter's lips, whose peaked his head out of the blankets and he's looking at Clint with a gaze. He supposes that he could tuck himself back under the blankets.

I'll work you out is what he imagines Peter was implying, and the look in the dork, his dork's eyes was warm, inviting, and Clint likes the idea he was suggesting. He speaks only for Peter, with a whisper as he gets under the covers and lays his body over Peter's. His lips finding his lips again, ❝ And I'll keep you warm. ❞ He promises as his lips go for Peter's throat and Peter's hands are tucked back under his shirt.

This may be his preferred way to get sweaty, he'll thinks later after they have removed their clothes and kissed his way down Peter's body, currently working the both of them out.

[gale-dragon-writer]

Oh hell, someone shoot me... or at least help me find a way to shut the section of my brain that seems to be constantly creating A/Us until I can finish one A/U project...

Here's a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia A/U with some DC crossovers due to Jason Blood being Izuku's biological father (and being active in Izuku's life). Going to just call it Boku no Magic Hero for now.

Here's a basic timeline...

Jason has been out of the Hero game since the Justice League disbanded roughly two decades or so before the surge of Quirks. He still helps out if something happens when he's in the area, but other than that, he's pretty much settled into civilian life (with a few magical exceptions). He, and Etrigan by extension, moved to Japan when the Quirk Surge was at its peak and as he and the other Magic Users tried to keep the world's magic alive by scattering and trying to find and recruit individuals that could channel magic. But as time went on and the former League members and Magic Users started thinning out.

With some thinking and proper planning, Jason opened a nice little establishment where people can unwind, which he called Magix Machina. This establishment also helps Jason with his search for individuals that can channel magic within a sea of Quirk users. But a year after Jason opened Magix Machina, he heard the news of the death of the other last former member of the Justice League and then the host to Dr Fate passed away. Jason received the Helmet of Fate (or Nabu as he likes to be called when it's just him) in the mail a week after the news, so now all that remains of the Justice League and Magic was Jason Blood (plus Etrigan by extension) and Nabu.

Jason created a golem body for Nabu to use as a way to move around and help out at Magix Machina. Nabu obviously doesn't like it because he doesn't have magic to draw on from the golem, meaning he can't use magic at all, but it was essentially better than sitting on a shelf collecting dust. It takes a few months, but eventually, they slowly started finding people with magic. One of those people is Midoriya Inko (I would say who some of the others are, but I'll save them for later~). The magic lessons go very well with each of the individuals, much to the joy of Jason-Sensei, Nabu-Sensei, and Etrigan-Sensei (he taught the more combative magic).

As life continues, Jason and Inko end up growing closer and then to none of the other students' surprise, the two end up marrying. Then eventually have a son named Izuku. He's pretty much like his canon counterpart tbh. Izuku is still Quirkless by age 5. Jason has guilt over that since he is technically "Quirkless" by the world’s standard. Jason does tell Izuku that it is possible to be a hero w/o powers and tells him stories about his time in the Justice League. Izuku, being the little Hero Otaku he is, absorbed every one of his dad's stories with glee. And much to the child's joy, he inherited his parents' magical abilities.

On this note, Izuku's relationship with Katsuki is more on the healthy side in this. Since Izuku DOES have an ability even if it’s not a Quirk, Katsuki doesn’t start ripping on the greenette for being “worthless” (which means Kacchan is going to be using a different nickname for Izuku in this... Might need to think a bit on that). Things get a little more complicated between the two when they turned 7 when a small chain of events caused Izuku to accidentally summon and bond with Etrigan's newly "acquired" Daughter, Terragan (OC). So now the duo is now a trio, technically. It took a while to get use to Terragan, or Terra as Izuku likes to call her.

Thanks to a pair of Astral Crystals that Jason managed to grow, Etrigan and Terragan can be seen and heard by mortals when not in control but they can't do anything to anyone as a trade-off. The Astral Crystals also work on Jason and Izuku when Etrigan and Terragan are in control. So imagine how school was for Katsuki and Izuku with a demon kid around (*cough*chaos*cough*).

When the kids are 10, there was a bit of a dry spell of finding new magic sensitive individuals, which is when one of the Magic Students suggest that Jason get back into the Hero Business as a way to raise awareness for Magic. After some careful thinking and some encouragement from Inko, Izuku, and surprisingly Katsuki, Jason (and Etrigan by extension of course) makes his decision.

While Jason/Etrigan re-integrate back into the Hero Society and learn how different things are compared to when he was with the Justice league, Katsuki, Izuku, and Terra train to get into UA!

(Fun little fact with Etrigan and Terragan in this, they are immune to fire-based attacks due to them being from Hell)

Go ahead and send me asks about this A/U! (Time to open another doc for this).

[kangaracha]

NEVERMORE; AN ANNOTATION chapter 2 (no place for you here)

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Summary

The chapter opens on a series of messages between two unknown entities, confirming 'eight acquired' and the command to 'find the glitch and break him'. This is followed by a quieter conversation between three unknown entities that are implied to be different to the first, asking 'do you hear the song he sings in the dark?' One of them is curious, caught up in the wonder of hearing a song for the first time in a while. The other two are more pragmatic, demanding that they do not listen.

We're introduced to the situation Stray Kids find themselves in through several POVs. Chan wakes up in a garden of silver plants and a black sky when he sees a red flower growing within the hedge. An unseen machine speaks in his head, demaning that he tell it his name, and then cajolling him back to sleep when he refuses.

Jeongin wakes up on a bus driving through the dark to the machine asking what his name is; a question that, unlike Chan, he answers immediately. The machine claims to remember him from a time he has been here before. Jeongin insists that he has never been here before, and the bus stops at a bus stop, at which a second version of himself sits.

The second Jeongin claims his name is I.N and this is a dream, and that Jeongin needs to follow his instructions to find Chan and escape from the place they are in - District 9. Jeongin realises the memories the machine is playing back to him from the time he has allegedly been here in the past are I.N's.

Han wakes for a moment on a stage, surrounded by a crowd of people dressed in white who do not speak or sing, but just stare. The machine convinces him to keep singing until he has finished the song.

Chan wakes again, and finds Felix; the other boy stares into nothing and won't respond when Chan tries to reach him. He leaves Felix behind to find Jeongin, who is awake, and can explain what is going on - District 9, and the machine, and what Chan needs to do for them to escape.

Following a disturbance in the sky, Chan leads him to the bottom of the garden where there is a hole in the 'sky' - a glass dome covering the facility. They are caught there by two men controlled by the machine. Chan leaves Jeongin behind in order to destroy the machine and save all the boys, following that voice in his head to its source and breaking its will.

Canon Content

Based on the music video and promotional material for District 9 and the I Am Not album, this chapter dives right into the thick of the mindbending, time-twisting shenanigans that will shape the fic in many chapters to come. Given that this and the next chapter combined clock in at 18k, it doesn't cover everything shown in the videos, as there simply isn't enough time to show every member and detail every moment of their time in District 9, but instead picks out a few specific viewpoints through which to convey the story of what District 9 is, why they are here, and what they are going to do next.

Here are a few things taken directly from the related media:

The silver garden, Chan seeing the red flower, the rows of boys standing there frozen. Chan running down the garden and finding the broken glass in the sky - the difference is that in Nevermore, Jeongin is also present in this scene

Jeongin in the bus scene, seeing himself out the window

Han standing on a stage

The concept of Same and Different, and glitches, and the expansion of it into the world at large is based on the dialogue in the Prequel/Highlight Reel and I Am Not trailers

The computer that Chan uses to break the machine and the phrases written on its screen ('I am normal/I am the same/I am the pride of my nation/I am me') are a combination of Woojin's scene from the I Am Not trailer and phrases that can be read on the blackboard in Minho's scene. The computer program in Woojin's scene also reads 'mental level access system', the inspiration for the creation of the machine.

Characters

Chan is predominant again in this chapter, as one of the only ones that is able to wake up despite the machine that controls them. This chapter explores his strength of will and his strong desire to protect his people, painting him as a steadfast and stoic leader figure that stands out of this group of boys of which we have only met a few so far.

Han is also shown in a brief scene that serves mostly to set up his appearance next chapter, and to reinforce the idea from last chapter of this song he is hearing that no one else can, this song that he loses himself in so easily.

A new addition to this chapter's POVs is Jeongin, the third of the important players in this first installment of Nevermore. We see a lot of Jeongin successfully navigating this new world in this chapter, though unlike Chan he is implied to be a much softer or perhaps weaker character, due to being compared throughout the length of his scene to this strange other version of himself, who appears to be much older and wiser than the real Jeongin.

Plot

This chapter throws us right into the deep end at its beginning, starting immediately with these dialogue-only conversations between unknown people that are meant to only give vague clues, and then throwing us head-first into a world with many rules and creatures we know nothing about. It also starts to set up several plot lines that won't resolve for a very long time; clues that might be hard to spot on a first read-through. Here are some of them:

This is the first instance of the concept of being 'Different' and 'Same', i.e: people that cannot be controlled by the machine/the Six/the victory song, and people who can.

the quote, 'Those who are Different challenge the order of things. Those who are Different, Destroy everything that has been built before them. Those that are Different, must become the Same, to be happy.' also first appears here. This reoccurs throughout the Miroh arc.

At the beginning of Jeongin's scene on the bus, he sees Miroh in I.N's memories; 'the city stretched out before him like a maze he will never conquer'

In the same line, there is a clue to I.N's story, which won't come to light for a very long time; 'he is all alone, and he must wait so very long before he can see them again'. He also notes several times that I.N seems older than him; there is a further clue to this in the second interlude, and again, this is a clue to his story, left for the future.

When Chan and Jeongin are caught in the garden, one of the men says 'he sounds like the one that sings'. The one that sings, of course, is Han; this is a reference to the series of events to come in the Miroh arc, and the overall power that Stray Kids have over the Cle through their music.

The same man says, 'Miroh would like his song'. Again, this is a reference to the events to come in the Miroh arc.

The machine tries to convince Chan that he would be better off alone, rather than reuniting with his friends, mirroring the company deciding to break Stray Kids apart.

[yuujispinkhair]

They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown (Chapter 5)

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Masterpost After moving in with Sukuna, you see a more domestic side of the Yakuza King. But being the princess who lives in his palace also means that you can't evade the darker parts of his life. Because even though a big part of the city belongs to Sukuna, there are also other players in this game of thrones.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, fluff, also some angst in this chapter Playlist: Mafia AU The songs for this chapter: Come through by H.E.R. ++ Millions by Always Never ++ Gimme love by Rosenfeld Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: 18+. This chapter mentions violence, blood on clothes and skin, scraped knuckles, implied murder (decapitation). Smut, some dark crime-related themes (Yakuza, implied violence, implied murder, gambling, alcohol, sex workers), use of the name Daddy, oral, fingering, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Moving into Sukuna's penthouse had turned out to be a brilliant idea. The added time you could spend with your lover was something the two of you treasured a lot.

And Sukuna let you know he liked it. He kept coming up to you with his typical sexy smirk, looking at you as if his eyes were undressing you.

"I like coming home to you. Or when you come home to me."

His words were accompanied by his strong arms wrapping around your waist and his body pressing against your back, letting you feel how much he appreciated your commitment to him.

Your meetings in Sukuna's home office were still a thing. You were sure you pretty much already knew all about his different business branches and how his bookkeeping worked. But you still joined him when you got home and saw that there was a light on in his home office.

You still slipped inside the door with a smile on your face and walked over to your man to sit on his lap and greet him with a long deep kiss. And he still looked so pleased to have his pet here on his lap and made sure to give you the attention you needed while he kept on working.

You spent many evenings on Sukuna's cock, keeping him company while he was still busy with work. Keeping him nestled in your creamy heat, your pussy throbbing around his hard length while you waited patiently until he was finished with work and would go over to the pleasurable part of the night.

But there were other things you shared with your lover now too.

If someone had told you a year ago you'd live with a Yakuza boss and experience downright domestic bliss with him, you'd have laughed heartily.

But that was exactly the case. The private version of the King of Tokyo's underworld was someone who enjoyed quiet evenings at home. He changed into sweatpants and a casual shirt and cuddled up with you under a warm cashmere blanket on the soft, oversized leather couch.

His touch was soothing when his fingers ran up and down your back lazily. And you sighed happily against his chest where your head was resting, listening to your lover's heartbeat.

And the two of you had acquired a new hobby: Watching crime shows together. Sukuna analyzed them for you, telling you what was realistic and what wasn't. He always made you laugh with his commentary.

"Maybe you should have changed sides and became a cop."

"Oh, I can be your detective tonight, baby. And you'll be my little criminal. Gonna fuck all the naughtiness out of you."

You laughed and kissed him, snuggling closer against his warm muscular body. And you knew that he would fulfill that sexy promise later on and really fuck your brains out, just like he did almost every night.

But dating a busy man like Sukuna meant that oftentimes you had to refrain from having him to yourself. Instead, he would have dinner with one of his business partners or visit one of his various establishments to see if everything was going according to his wishes.

But Sukuna always ensured that you were being taken care of on those evenings. You smiled when he had food delivered to you with little notes attached to it. "Sorry I don't have time for you, darling, but I'll make up for it later tonight. Enjoy your food!"

And once he got back home, he joined you on the couch or in bed and made sure to fuck you so thoroughly that you definitely didn't feel lonely anymore.

If Sukuna didn't have time for you several evenings in a row, he made sure to send his brother over to the penthouse so you wouldn't get too lonely. Yuuji was a sweetheart and good at keeping you company. And he always brought pizza from his delivery service.

Other times Sukuna called you at work, informing you that he was on his way back from a meeting and would love to take you out to dinner.

"My driver will pick you up in half an hour. Don't let me wait, princess."

You enjoyed those evenings in the city's fanciest restaurants but what you liked even more was when Sukuna came home to the penthouse and cooked dinner with you.

You were surprised to learn that he was actually good at that too. But he loved good food, which is why he took cooking courses at the best restaurants in the city. He knew what he was doing. It was sexy to watch him cook, seeing how confident he was in the kitchen too.

But most of all, it gave you butterflies to see how happy Sukuna was in those moments. The soft smile on his handsome face, the way he was so focused on preparing dinner but also took time to shower you with affection. It did something to your heart when he hoisted you up on the kitchen counter so he could stand between your legs and kiss you slowly.

The King of Tokyo's underworld was purring like a cat when you ran your fingers through the short hair of his undercut. He was so sweet when he kissed you here in his kitchen, in between feeding you some of the food that was simmering in one of the pots.

It was amusing to see The Tiger acting like a housecat, to see how gentle and caring a powerful and dangerous man like him could be.

You were invited to family time with Sukuna and Yuuji, getting to see a completely relaxed Sukuna. Your chest felt so warm when you watched Yuuji reaching out to ruffle his big brother's hair affectionately, and instead of an annoyed huff, Sukuna just grinned at him and pulled him against his side to ruffle his hair in return.

You couldn't stop smiling when you watched the two of them having a drink together after dinner, reminiscing about their departed grandfather and their childhood memories.

You knew that this was something very special. To be invited to those family moments. To be allowed to see the Itadori brothers as just that: two brothers who laughed together and teased each other and toasted to their grandfather.

You didn't have dinner with the Yakuza King and the Yakuza Prince. You had dinner with two regular guys.

And you realized one more thing. You weren't just in Sukuna's inner circle or part of his clan hierarchy. Instead, Sukuna had let you step into his most guarded sanctuary: Into his heart.

It was a few weeks after moving in with Sukuna when he dropped a bomb on you that you hadn't seen coming.

You were standing on the spacious balcony of the penthouse, letting the wind cool your heated face, when Sukuna joined you and, as so often, wrapped his strong arms around, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, just overlooking the nightly city. The glittering lights of the skyscrapers around you, the neon lights of the bars and arcades in the distance.

A big part of this city belonged to Sukuna. This was his Kingdom. But there were other players in this game of thrones too. The Zenins. The other big Yakuza clan in Tokyo. They were the reason why Sukuna wanted to talk to you that night.

"I promoted Nobara to become your personal bodyguard. She starts her new job tomorrow morning."

"What?"

You turned your head, looking up at him only to find him looking at you with a serious expression on his handsome face. His playfulness during dinner cooking earlier that evening was gone completely.

"I told you about the Zenins. Toji still has some connections, and he is sure they are planning something. So, I think it's time to take the necessary steps. Yuuji already has a bodyguard, but you need one too now that you are officially the woman by my side. You already know Nobara, so I think you'll get along fine."

Your first reaction was a blank stare. The notion of having a bodyguard seemed so crazy that it almost made you burst out laughing. But, on the other hand, you would be stupid to ignore Sukuna's warning. His world was a dangerous one after all. Before you could say anything, Sukuna added:

"The Zenins will know by now that you are associated with me, and I can't risk letting you run into one of them unprotected. I know your pretty little head is probably coming up with a thousand reasons why this is ridiculous, but trust me, it isn't. I pulled you into my world, so it's my responsibility to keep you safe. You get a bodyguard, and I'll instruct you on which parts of the city you should avoid."

Sukuna turned you around in his arms, so you were facing him. He reached out, and one of his hands cupped your cheek, caressing it lovingly with his thumb.

"If something happened to you... I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So do as I tell you, darling. Please."

He was looking at you with real worry etched in those beautiful maroon eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat at the concern and the love written all over his face. You leaned into his touch, put a hand on top of his, and nuzzled your cheek into his large hand.

"Of course, I'll do as you say when it comes to something like this. I trust you. And when you say certain things or people are dangerous, I would be stupid to ignore it."

You felt the tight grip of his hands loosen a bit, only now realizing how tense he had been, how worried.

You smiled softly at him, overcome with affection,

"But Kuna? Please promise me that you will always take the same precautions for your own safety, too, ok?"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. He looked confused, and suddenly you realized that this was probably the first time he heard someone express worry about him too. He was used to being the strong one. The King, the one who ruled and in return offered his protection.

You had to gulp against a lump that was forming in your throat. In moments like these, you got a little glimpse of what it took to be in Sukuna's position.

He leaned down, letting his soft lips brush over your cheek and then over your lips,

"Of course, I do that. I always think about you and Yuuji. It's ok, darling. I'm not that easy to kill."

You had learned a lot about Sukuna's world. About the legal and illegal side of his business. But mostly, you only saw those things on paper. They were numbers in files, on the computer screen, in drawers.

It was rare that you got a more direct glimpse of what it meant that your man was the Yakuza King.

From time to time, you watched him disappearing into one of the backrooms of the casino, several important-looking people in tow. Or you heard him talking on the phone, giving orders that made your skin crawl.

"It's the third month in a row. Send someone over there to teach them how to serve me properly."

He rolled his eyes in annoyance and then turned to you to see your scandalized look and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Don't give me that look, princess. I'm not sending a killer to them. Just someone to roughen them up a bit. They are behind with their payments. I can't allow people to disrespect me like that. They pay, and I protect them. They stop paying, and they get taught a little lesson."

Luckily most of the time, Sukuna didn't get his own hands dirty. He had Yuta, Maki and Toji for that.

But there were some matters which Sukuna had to take care of himself. There were one or two occasions where you were sure you spotted some dried blood droplets on his collar, or you got a whiff of iron when he hugged and kissed you for a greeting.

It had to be a special case if he came home with signs of bloodshed on him. Most likely a run-in with some high-ranking member of another family. It was a question of honor that Sukuna had to see after these kinds of things himself. You didn't know what exactly that entailed. And you didn't want to know any details.

That was the part of Sukuna's world that still freaked you out. You knew it was best not to ask about it. Because if you didn't address it, you could pretend it didn't happen.

But sometimes, you caught yourself staring at your lover's hands, wondering how many lives those beautiful, strong hands had taken.

But did it matter? Sukuna was a good man to you. He was someone who was able to love. And he cared deeply about the ones he loved.

The hands that killed were so gentle on you, caressing your skin so lovingly until you shuddered with pleasure and begged him to give you more.

The lips that sentenced a man to death whispered sweet nothings into your ear while his strong body was pressing you down into the bed, fucking you slow and sweet, making love to you until you cried his name.

You knew that Sukuna wasn't a ruthless killer who killed people for fun. He avoided those things as much as possible, believing that it was more beneficial to forge alliances. But this only worked when the other party was willing to abide by those rules too. If they didn't, then Sukuna was ready to do anything that needed to be done.

You knew that many people would say Sukuna was a heartless monster. And he liked to act that way. It was always good to be feared.

But he wasn't heartless with the people he cared about. He wasn't heartless with you.

He loved you. He protected you. He held you every night in his strong arms, kissed you tenderly, and made you feel safe.

To you, he wasn't a monster. And you knew what you had gotten yourself into. You knew Sukuna would always be like the tiger on his family crest: A wild and proud creature that was dangerous by nature. He would never be a tame housecat. But even tigers were sweet to the people they loved.

You should have known though, that you wouldn't be able to evade the darkest parts of Sukuna's underworld. No matter how much he tried to keep you out of this.

You were the woman by his side now. The princess who lived in his palace. So you were bound to witness your King getting involved in these things.

You were sitting at the elegant dining table in the penthouse, eating a delicious meal the two of you had cooked together. It was a quiet evening, and the two of you were just enjoying your time together. Talking about your day while eating and sipping some way too expensive red wine.

Your day had been busy, you had to show a customer around three different residences, and he had been the type of customer who complained about every little detail. So having a nice dinner at home with your lover and a lazy evening on the couch was the perfect way to end this day.

But then Sukuna's phone started to ring.

This wasn't an unusual thing. He often got calls at all hours of the night. So you didn't think much at first, just rolled your eyes in mock exasperation while grinning at your man cheekily.

The grin faded from your face when Sukuna got up and excused himself before leaving the room for his home office. You heard the faint click of the door closing behind him.

You set your wine glass down and played nervously with the stem. Why did Sukuna feel the need to leave the room? Usually, he didn't mind when you overheard his business calls. So what had the person on the other end of the line said to him?

When Sukuna came out of his office, he wore a carefully neutral expression on his handsome face. You felt cold fear grip your heart. Something was wrong.

"Kuna? What..."

He interrupted you before you could finish the sentence.

"There is an urgent matter I have to take care of. Don't worry, darling. Drink another glass of that superb wine and get comfortable and watch a movie. I'll be back in a few hours."

Sukuna walked over to you and leaned down to cup your chin with one of his large hands and tilt your face up so he could capture your lips in a deep kiss.

His lips remained on yours for a moment longer, whispering against them:

"I love you. Promise me you will stay here and wait for me."

"I love you too. Of course, I will wait for you. Please be careful."

You didn't know what made you say it that night, maybe the inexplainable uneasiness you felt, but you added softly, voice barely louder than a whisper:

"Come back to me, Kuna."

He let go of you and took a step back, mustering you with a smirk on his face, but it was a bitter one, and the expression in his eyes was not amused but burning with a strange emotion.

"I'll always come back to you."

Sukuna was trying so hard to keep up the facade. He was trying to act unbothered as not to scare you. But you could tell that something was very wrong.

He left with steps that were just a little bit too fast.

You sat there staring after him as your grip around the hem of your wine glass tightened.

The following hours seemed to stretch forever. You did as Sukuna had suggested and drank some more wine. But it just didn't taste right anymore, and you ended up pouring it down the drain before you got ready for bed and snuggled into the dark red silk sheets to watch a movie.

It was all in vain, though. You couldn't follow the plot and didn't hear a single word they said on the screen. Your mind was somewhere else.

It was on the nightly streets of Tokyo. You saw flashes of some dark alleys behind one of Sukuna's bars or nightclubs. You saw a dimly lit locked room underneath "The Shrine". Your mind came up with several scenarios. One more horrendous than the other.

You hugged yourself nervously as you kept checking your phone for messages or calls that didn't come. Those were the longest three hours of your life, waiting for your man to return home to you, knowing he was caught up in something dark. Something that had made even him uneasy.

The ding! sound of the elevator door opening made you jump and then sigh in relief. Sukuna was home!

"Kuna?"

You half expected him to just disappear into the bathroom, hiding every evidence of what he had done so he wouldn't worry you. But to your surprise, you heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You sat up in bed, looking towards the door expectantly.

Sukuna stopped in the doorway,

"I'm home, sweetheart. Are you enjoying the movie?"

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance. There were dark-red splatters on his pretty face. You felt slight nausea creep over you. Was that blood?

You gulped hard but forced yourself to keep looking at your man. After all, he had made the decision to let you see him this way. Something he usually hid from you as much as possible. But not tonight. You didn't understand why. What was different tonight?

But as freaked out as you were, you didn't look away. You had told Sukuna you were ok with his dark side too. So wouldn't you be a liar if you turned away from him now?

You loved Sukuna with everything that came with it. And so you let your gaze travel slowly over him.

Yes, that was definitely blood on his face. Not his own, though. His face looked as handsome as always, smooth tan skin, perfect sharp angles, almost looking like someone sculpted him.

Your eyes traveled further down. Sukuna was wearing all black, so you couldn't see any red on his clothes. But his black dress shirt and black pants seemed to glisten wetly in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled back. You drew in a breath. Sukuna's toned forearms with the tattoed black rings circling his wrists had red splatters on them too. It looked like blood rivulets had run down his arms, slowly drying on his skin.

You watched in morbid fascination as a drop of blood slowly ran down his thumb, gathered syrupy at his fingertip, and fell down. It landed on the white marble floor, vivid red on white.

You had sometimes spotted little blood splatters on his collar. Or smelled faint traces of iron when he hugged you. You knew, of course, what it meant, but it had been easy to ignore it and move on with life.

You couldn't ignore it tonight, though.

Sukuna was covered in blood. You struggled to understand why he let you see him like this. Did he want you to see the ugly truth? Was it some kind of test?

No, it was something different.

Because now you also became aware of the haunted look in his maroon eyes. You had never seen Sukuna like this. He looked shaken.

The King's mask had slipped.

Something had happened tonight. Something out of the ordinary. Sukuna was used to blood and violence. So what was it that was different tonight?

And another thing made you wonder. Your gaze was fixed to his hands. You had realized that not all of the blood was from someone else.

Some fresh blood was coming out of small wounds on Sukuna's fists. Why were his knuckles bleeding? You didn't get injuries like that from yielding a katana and delivering a swift, precise sword stroke to decapitate an enemy.

It had to mean that Sukuna hadn't just used his sword tonight. He had used his fists too.

You knew that was something that didn't abide by the code. The bloodshed had its rules, after all. There was a complex honor code underlying everything Sukuna did. So why had he gone astray tonight?

You didn't know how you managed to remain so calm. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, blood rushing in your ears, but your voice sounded steady when you said:

"Baby... you're hurt."

You had to be crazy. Sukuna had probably killed someone tonight, and you were worrying over his bloody knuckles.

But you loved him. He was your man. And if your man killed someone, there had to be a good reason for it.

There was a glint in his maroon eyes as he looked at you intently.

"I'm fine, my love. Let me clean up real quick."

You were on your feet before even realizing it.

"Let me help."

Sukuna cocked his head, looking at you curiously. But he waited there in the doorway, letting you come closer until you were standing right in front of him.

As appalled as you were by the blood on his clothes and skin, your need to touch him was stronger. The craving won, and you practically threw yourself at him and closed the remaining distance between you to cup his blood-stained face with both hands, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him with feverish urgency.

His hands landed on your waist, and he kissed you back hungrily. You smelled blood, and even the kiss tasted faintly metallic. Maybe there had been a tiny droplet of blood on Sukuna's lips.

The thought made you slightly dizzy, but the warmth of Sukuna's mouth and the sensual flick of his tongue distracted you enough to swallow down the nausea that had been threatening to take over.

You pressed your body against him, wanting to get even closer to him to chase away the nightmarish feelings that had been hovering in this room.

Sukuna moaned into your mouth, and his strong hands tightened on your waist to lift you up. You gasped into his mouth but wrapped your legs around him, not caring about the blood on his shirt.

This was the man you loved, and he needed you right now. So you would help him, would take care of him as best as you could. You pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips:

"Just use me anyway you need, Kuna. It's ok, take what you need. I'm yours."

His answering groan sounded desperate, hungry. And his hands gripped you almost painfully as he carried you to the bathroom. You were amazed that he managed to walk with such sure footing even while kissing you, but you were glad because you didn't want to stop and just licked eagerly into his mouth.

You only took a break from kissing when Sukuna set you down on the dark grey marble floor, his hands with the bloody knuckles tearing at your clothes almost savagely.

You did the same to him, unbuttoning his black dress shirt, feeling the slippery dampness on it, making it hard to open the buttons. But you refused to let this stop you or freak you out.

Just keep on kissing him.

And that's what you did. Your lips crashed against his again, moaning when his velvety tongue slipped into your mouth immediately, caressing and licking urgently.

He had yanked off your shirt and panties impatiently and was now helping you with his clothes, in between kissing you hungrily.

The moment he was undressed, Sukuna ushered you into the spacious shower. You felt warm water raining down on you while you were still busy getting drunk on Sukuna's lips.

His strong hands lifted you up again, and then you moaned loudly as he slammed you against the shower wall.

You wrapped your legs tightly around your lover's narrow hips, and your fingers raked through his hair, body arching against him needily.

"Just take me, Kuna. Fuck me as hard as you need."

His soft lips silenced you again with another heated kiss, swallowing the loud gasp that he elicited from you as he pushed his thick cock deep into your throbbing pussy with a brutal shove.

You both moaned into your sloppy, desperate kisses while Sukuna snapped his hips, fucking you hard against the shower wall.

The air got knocked out of you anytime his strong body shoved you against the marble tiles, thick cock splitting you open, hitting your sweet spot forcefully. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, but you didn't mind. This was what Sukuna needed, and you would give it to him.

You rested your forehead against his, watching the dark red bloodstains on his muscular body dissolve in the water that was pouring down on the two of you.

Loud, desperate sobs left your mouth as Sukuna's powerful thrusts became frenzied, torturing your sweet spot with such delicious force that you felt like you would shatter from the pleasure of it.

Sukuna came with a strangled cry, hips jerking as he filled you with his load. And you sobbed his name, pressing against him, showing him that you wanted to take every last drop of him.

Sukuna was breathing harshly as he buried his face in your neck and his soft lips kissed you more gently now.

He slipped out of you and set you down on the shower floor. But before you could do anything, he was already on his knees, soft lips trailing kisses over your inner thighs while his large hands caressed your legs.

Your eyes closed when his face found your core, and those soft lips sucked on your clit, making your head fall back against the shower wall with a needy moan.

Two of his elegant fingers pushed into your throbbing heat, fucking you gently while his lips and tongue kissed and licked at your sensitive, swollen clit.

You were cumming all over his pretty face only a short time later, shaking so much that you were glad about his strong hands holding you in place. You yanked on his wet hair, riding out your orgasm on his face until the last wave of it subsided, and you were able to open your eyes again.

The visual reminder of what had happened earlier that night had been washed away by the water. All the blood had disappeared down the drain, red color dissolving in water, just like the wine you had poured into the sink earlier that night.

There was no sign of bloodshed left on Sukuna's tan skin except some scraped knuckles. But the haunted look was still in his eyes.

You smiled at him, still a bit shakily, and petted his hair. Your heart ached for him, for whatever pain he had encountered tonight. The need to take care of him was so overwhelming.

You grabbed the bottle of luxurious shampoo that was standing on the rack fixed to the dark grey marble tiles.

Sukuna was still on his knees in front of you, his pretty eyes never leaving yours as you poured a generous amount of the shampoo that smelled like cherry blossom onto your palms and then proceeded to spread it over Sukuna's pink hair, massaging his scalp gently as you did so.

A faint smile was spreading over his face as the water rinsed the shampoo off his hair. One of his hands came up to grab yours and pull it to his lips so he could place a soft kiss on your palm.

"Thank you, my love."

Finally, Sukuna got up and reached behind you to get his shower gel, pressing his solid body against you. You couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling of his warm wet skin on yours.

You wanted more of him. It was an overwhelming urge. You needed to touch him again, feel him again, under your fingertips and on your lips and inside you. And he needed you too.

So the only thing that made sense right now was this: Your bodies pressing against each other, lips meeting in feverish kisses, hands tangling in hair, and running over wet skin.

The fresh scent of Sukuna's shower gel filled your senses, smelling just like him, so intoxicating and thrilling that it made your body yearn even more for your man.

Sukuna's large hands were massaging your back, spreading the shower gel over it, trailing down to your ass, and kneaded it firmly before his hands slipped between your bodies to cup your tits.

His lips were hovering over yours for a moment, driving you crazy. But tonight, he didn't have the patience to play games. Instead, his lips pressed against yours in another hungry kiss.

It was your turn to spread shower gel over Sukuna's body, caressing his tattoed skin gently. Your hands were running over defined muscles, tracing elegant black tattoos with your fingers, caressing and loving every inch of skin you touched.

You felt his taut abs flex under your touch, heard Sukuna's sharp intake of breath when your hand dipped lower and wrapped around his gorgeous cock, which was already half-erect again. You kissed his neck, sucking and licking at it as you stroked him, mouthing his adam's apple when you circled his thick tip with a finger.

His voice was a low growl,

"You're begging to get fucked again, huh, princess?"

"I can't help it. You're just so good at it, Daddy."

Your interaction was playful like always, but you could see that his smug smirk didn't quite reach his eyes. But you were intent on keeping him busy all night until he felt better.

You pumped his large hard cock a few times more before he groaned and turned the water off, urging you out of the shower and toweling both of you hastily dry with his fluffy dark red towels.

You got swept up into his strong arms once again, and this time Sukuna carried you to bed.

His muscular body was on you in a split second, pressing you down into the mattress as his lips found yours again. You welcomed him eagerly, wrapping your arms and legs around him, moaning when his swollen tip caught on your slick rim.

You were so wet for him, so ready for him to claim you one more time. And that's what he did. He fucked you again, insatiable and needy.

He rolled his hips in languid slow moves, fucking you slowly this time but with deep thrusts that made you cry out in pleasure. His lips silenced your noises, and his tongue licked into your mouth hungrily.

Sukuna's strong body was heavy on you, putting more weight on you than usual, but it felt so good, being claimed like this, trapped under him in a mating press, and all you could feel and see and hear was Sukuna.

You could tell how bad he needed you that night when his mouth opened against yours, and he moaned your name. Moaned it over and over again like a prayer.

He kept you on his cock afterwards, just rolled over, so you were both lying on your side, but he stayed deep inside you, strong arms wrapping around you tightly and holding you right there.

"Just stay here. Yeah, right there on my dick. Let me be inside you all night, darling."

You answered him by pushing back against him, nestling his thick cock even deeper into your tight heat. Sukuna was not the only one who needed the reassurance of being as close as possible to the person he loved. He was giving you as much safety as you were giving him.

After all, wasn't this what your role as the woman by the King's side was? Offering him comfort and emotional support in those dark hours? No matter how weak you might be, you were strong when it came to this. Only you could give him this.

Your hand landed on his toned forearm and caressed it tenderly, knowing that this arm had taken a life tonight, but it didn't scare you. Whatever the reason for Sukuna's action was, you trusted him. You knew he had to have a good reason. And that was enough for you.

Thank you so much for reading another chapter of my Yakuza AU! I hope you enjoyed shower sex with a bloody Daddy Kuna! I am so soft for him in this chapter aaaahhh!! You'll find out more about what happened that night in the next chapter. I had to split it because it got too long. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Do you like domestic Yakuza King Sukuna as much as I do? There's just something about a man like him being relaxed at home and only being soft for you! And I would love to hear his commentary on the crime shows lol. Sorry, I am in love!

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

[phoenixyfriend]

When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?