#hello! after 500 years i'm back with a fic!

[tadfools]

bee hello!! <3 <3 do you have any hcs for astarion's birth family? supposedly if they're elves they could still be alive...

This is longer than I meant it to be but you said my name so I love you anon and have unlocked an info dump that I've been sitting on for 2.5 years. This got away from me but the tldr is his mama's are named Aneirin and Juliana

I actually have a fic cooking right now about after the game's epilogue with his parents in it. Not to get too sidetracked, but my Tav is a necromancer, their son is dead and yet apparently saved all of the gate so... they come a knocking under the pretence that necromancer brought their dead son back as a thrall, pain comedy ensues (it'll be great i promise)

Astarion's only about 240 years old if we're taking the time he's been dead into account (high elves reach full maturity around 100 if you go by 5e rules and can live up to an average of 750)

I think his birth mother is on the soft side of 500 and with him being a magistrate, the Ancunín's come from money. Despite him having a grave in Baldur's Gate, I think his family resides in Evereska (its a big elven city) I've seen a few people ruminate over the possibility of him being a moon elf but... I don't know, there's something about him being ripped from the sun in every possible way that means so much to me. There's a part with the dark urge where he talks about not giving up freedom for all the gems in Evereska (i'm paraphrasing from memory here) I used that as an excuse to have him be from that city

Aneirin is the name I'm using for her in the fic and I think before he was taken from the sun and put under so much stress that his hair greyed, that he looked just like her.

Beautiful brown eyes that shine like copper under the sun but meld into a rich earth in the night. Her suntan skin is covered in freckles head to toe, her long curly hair is always kept within a neat braid which is coiled into a bun at the base of her neck. There’s a streak of grey woven through the curls

She has always been a kind woman, born into the higher echelons of society, she married an older elven man quite young named Tiberius at her parent’s behest to secure a business merger. Aneirin refused to take his last name. While they were always cordial to one another, there was no love shared between her and Tiberius but the son they had, Astarion, was the light of her life. There was no greater joy than hearing that of her son’s laughter. He loved her dearly and had promised to answer the sending spells she would toss his way after leaving Evereska – until he abruptly stopped

I think the Ancunín’s are skilled wizards, though Astarion falls into the arcane trickster category for me. If during the game his last name was ever mentioned, I fully think Gale would have had a wash of dread flow through him. The family keep to themselves yes, but that name is known through higher arcane circles

Tiberius died when Astarion was just a boy, there were never any memories to solidify him as Astarion’s father. But there was a wood elf woman named Juliana who always had a mischievous smile that kept close to the side of his mother. She was the one who taught Astarion on how to pick a lock, to balance on the heel of his foot as to not be noticed. She was the one who showed him how to wield a bow – much to his mother’s chagrin

Juliana has wine dark hair and is hardly ever seen without a ring on each finger. Tall and lithe, she glides through the room as if she were a shadow. Mischief incarnate, little Astarion took to her like a duck in water

Juliana and Aneirin met in their twenties at a ball - or a banquet (the two can never remember) Juliana’s family ran a renowned winery, Aneirin always fancied wine. And while Aneirin’s title forced her to marry Tiberius, the two women were never far from each other. After his death, she became a patron of the winery

I have a story beat where at the Last Light Astarion picks up an old bottle of red wine absentmindly and in gilded font it reads ‘Aneirin Red: dagger sheathed bow no longer notched; may the sunlight guide you home’ It *failed skilled check* strikes no chord in his mind

[sungbeam]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋 — teaser!

nonidol!kevin moon x f!reader

another summer break, another annual trip to the lake! except, it seems like when you and kev get there, you'll have to make some tweaks to the original rescue protocol.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. childhood friends 2 lovers, fluff, summer break au/college au, hurt/comfort, humor, implications of motherly meddling and matchmaking

▷ projected release date. october 10th/11th

▷ estimated word count. 20-26k

this is the sixth installment of the love in unity series! rescue protocol takes place after all the events of the main storyline, and you shouldn't need to read any prev fics to understand this one. any prev yns will be referred to as _!yn

a/n: i swear i'm (half) alive 🧍🏻‍♀️ but yeah, i've been punching out words lately and it's probably a bad idea to post this at the end of the weekend when no one will see it, but thank u again @justalildumpling for being my hypewoman ily

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 500 WORDS)

“It’s a warm morning out,” your mother murmured, then quickly added, “hey you.” She knocked her hand against your arm.

“Hm?” You asked as you finished up Alice’s braid and tied it off with the blue Cinnamoroll hair tie she’d chosen. You patted her back with your hand. “You’re done.”

Your little sister hopped to her feet. “Thanks!” She dashed away and out of the room—to where, you had no clue. You figured she knew where the food was if she was hungry.

You angled your body to squish your side against the couch cushions and face your mother. “What were you saying?”

“Ah, I was going to talk to you about the Joshua Hong boy.”

Joshua Hong. You didn’t realize you could hear a man’s name so often within twelve hours.

You made a gesture with your hand. “What about the Joshua Hong boy, Mom?”

“Well, isn’t he a handsome one?” She asked you enthusiastically, straightening. It was alarming how bright her face just got. “I spoke to his mom while Kevin and I were walking just now, and he’s only a few years older than you, you know.”

You heard a metaphorical record scratch. What? There was so much in that one sentence that you needed to unpack. You raised your hands to signal her to pause. “Wait, since when do you and Kevin take walks together?” What could they have been talking about? You knew Kevin was an exceptional conversationalist, but never in your time at the lake had you known of this interaction.

Your mother blinked. “Oh, we started the tradition when you didn’t come up with us that one year.”

“Tradition?” So this happened more than once? You didn’t know why you were so scandalized by this information—it was just Kevin after all. You knew your parents, and even your siblings, were all fond of him—of course they were. You were arguably even more fond of him, but that wasn’t the point. You hoped she hadn't said anything about you and him as an item at any point in time… you trusted that Kevin could handle that though; that was what the pact was for, after all.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” She arched a brow. “But anyway, yes, so we bumped into Josh’s mom on the last leg around the lake, and she mentioned that he’s majoring in chemistry and planning to go into medicine. You guys might have something in common."

You pursed your lips. Perhaps the two of you might have something to talk about, but your track was pre-veterinary rather than pre-med. There was probably a middle ground though... Maybe you were just being stubborn.

“Just make friends or something,” she said to you while standing up from the couch. “You need more of those.”

Your eyes shot wide open. “Hello? Mom?” Now that was simply uncalled for.

She chuckled impishly as she walked away and disappeared down the hall, leaving you to yourself. You were lucky neither of the twins were here to hear that burn.

a/n: if i am being so fr i don't even really like the part i chose for this lol but i haven't written the juicy parts yet 🤕 so stay tuned pls ... haha

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[abowlofhunny]

A/N You'll need context from the ending of CC2 for the beginning of the fic, but if you don't plan on reading that series it will (mostly) make sense. But hardcore spoilers for CC2 😭😭

But lmk if you guys would like more Azriel x Cadre!Reader! I've loved this concept forever and am finally ready to start sharing it 🥰 You'll meet reader in the next part and get her pov 🥰

ACOTAR X TOG crossover

Pairing: Azriel X Cadre!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, eventual smut, angst, trauma, CPTSD, war (to be updated ❤️)

⚠️ GIGANTIC ACOSF, CC2, AND KINGDOM OF ASH SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT⚠️

The Blade of Doranelle

part 0.5

Rhysand was going to go mad.

He paces behind his desk with furrowed brows, trying to get any sense of something rational in his life. Since Bryce Quinlan fell into his court months ago his brain has been close to bursting. Feyre is no better. They've each had dozens of reports of tears in their world, in the very air itself, with shifting light marking every last one of them. Even when the female made her way back to her world, the rifts didn't close behind her. Both high lord and lady had gone together to the closest one, just outside of Velaris, and tried to close it themselves. When that proved impossible for the two most powerful high fae to have walked Prythian, tensions rose considerably.

Rhys takes a deep breath and turns to his mate who has been watching him quietly from her perch on the couch. She had Rhea, Madja's assistant, watching Nyx while his parents were occupied throughout their busy afternoons, and this was no exception.

"Thought for a thought?" She murmurs gently.

Rhysand stops pacing, and despite the exhaustion weighing on his soul he smiles. Despite his 500 years being alive, nothing could have prepared him for something this absurd.

"I'm thinking… that I want to throw something out of that window," Rhys grumbles. He turns to Feyre who can practically see the instincts in him roaring to protect and slaughter any who threatens what's his. But that now unsealed letter at the top of dozens of reports? It rattled him.

Azriel had brought it in, after his spies witnessed a village go into an uproar after a blonde fae male in silver armor stepped through a rift and politely requested a letter be delivered to their leader. But when Az had gotten there the male was long gone, stepping back through the rift.

As soon as Rhys finished reading the male's letter; he silently handed it to his mate and his eyes glazed over, immediately contacting everyone in his inner circle for an emergency meeting. Feyre's eyes had darted across the page before immediately turning back to Azriel, her face grave. "We need Amren here."

Although its contents itself were as pleasant as it could be, all things considered. Azriel's face had been dark since he brought in the damned thing, and now that the second in command was getting involved? As he winnowed away, Azriel was sure this was nothing but a bad omen.

He returned within a heartbeat with Amren. The small female was still intimidating despite her loss of power. Especially now seeing her delicate face contorted with rage as she's handed the offending paper by her high lady. Azriel's face was still dark as he moved to stand in front of the fireplace and a cunning eyed Amren now read the letter.

Feyre twists towards her mate once more and leans forward, "What is the political side of you thinking, Rhysand?"

Despite her young age, her eyes were sharp and clear. This was her court and her family potentially in danger, no matter how important these rifts may be, to be sent a letter from something on the other side was a security risk, no matter their intentions.

Rhys takes a deep breath in and considers. Just as he opens his mouth the door bursts open- "What the fuck do you mean a queen from across the rift requested an audience?"

"Hello cousin," Rhys grumbles before pinching his brows.

"There's no way in Hel that you're considering it," hisses Mor again, with Cassian and Nesta on her heels looking inclined to agree. She likely had winnowed them to the river house upon getting her own summons and brief explanation from Rhys mind to mind.

"As I was going to say," he rubs his face, "this meeting is risky."

"But so is leaving unattended rifts across our court." Amren says. She had been silent since she finished reading, the letter dangling haphazardly from her pinched fingers.

"We can handle the rifts across our court. We shouldn't be interacting with what is on the other side," says Azriel as he stalks forward towards Rhys, "It has to be a trap."

"What if it's genuine? Look at your orrery Rhys, you already thought other worlds existed. It was confirmed with Bryce. It wouldn't hurt to at least reply to the letter," Nesta says before she catches Azriel's eye, "You're a spymaster, shouldn't you be halfway through that rift to seek your own answers from whoever delivered the letter?" Azriel's eyes narrow in response.

"That is not a risk even I am willing to take. The rift itself could likely kill us-"

"It won't. I already have eyewitness reports of townsfolk stepping through a rift with rope tied around their waists and returning of their own accord," Feyre interrupts as she presses her fingers into her temples.

"Rhys and I entered their minds and they weren't altered at all, Madja looked at several as well and no bodily harm came to them either. And its been well over two months since the first rift opened, if something was going to happen to those people I think it would have already."

"Mother's tits Rhys. First the queens, Koschei, Bryce, rifts opening across all of Prythian and now finding something on the other side of one?" Cassian sighed before grumbling, "I need to make sure the Illyrians are ready to fly again."

Mor's skirt hissed against the wooden flooring as she swept forward to snatch the letter from Amren, who surprisingly allowed her with no more than a sideways glance. She refolds the paper to align the broken seal once more and traces the dark green wax.

"This seal is unfamiliar…" she muses before skimming the letter and promptly dropping it back onto the once organized desk of Rhysand's office. The paper now seemingly mocking the rest of the reports that were deemed unimportant.

"Do the initials A.A.G. ring any bells?"

[dolliedarlin]

UPCOMING . . . B I R T H D A Y . S P E C I A L ! (12th S E P T.)

hello, my loves!

i'm sorry for being away for such an extended amount of time; as soon as i finished my summer resit exams, i went abroad to the Philippines to see family again after some years because of the pandemic.

i know i said i would be writing during that time but it was kind of a struggle to write because there was hardly any secure wifi where i was living TT^TT and also, i was doing a lot with family and just finally relaxing for the summer after all that stress with exams and such

but just yesterday, i came back to the UK with stable wifi and tomorrow...it's my birthday (september 12th) where i'll be hosting my first ever birthday special!

the rules are pretty simple -^7^-

i'll be accepting and writing any and all requests for the whole day so long as they aren't nsfw, don't include any triggering content and only concern the fandoms i am already currently writing for on this blog (bnha, haikyuu + tokyo revengers)

for clarification, triggering content that i will not be writing for include :

racism

self-harm

child abuse

violence

homophobia or transphobia

rape and other forms of sexual violence/abuse

incest

animal abuse or death

i will NOT be writing requests that include these topics but everything else, i will do my best to write!

also... just so i can get through as many requests as i can, i'll be keeping the word count for each request between a (min.) 500 to 2k (max.) word length

not only that but, for those of you who have been anticipating an update on my current fics, i will be posting them throughout the day of my birthday too! so it'll be a whole day of finally dishing out the content i've been deprived of posting for so long!

all updates include the following :

extras for kiripima! (kirishima endearment series)

extras for mommy! (bakugou endearment series)

the p.a chapter 6 | poly bakusquad

mechanic x rich girl | shinichiro

snow white and the seven dwarves | bokuto ; dream come true series

for now, think up a request or two, there are no limits; so long as you make the request on september 12th, i'll be writing it!

that's all! see you lovely darlings tomorrow <3

all my love,

dollie x

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[surrealsunday]

Hello

This is random but I was wondering if you are currently working on anything rn ?? Any fics ?

Ok first, sorry for answering this 500 years after you sent it! I was away traveling and when I got back, I got swamped with work and just could not get my shit together lol.

But yes! I don't know how many people who have already read my fic will be interested, but I've written a PrapaiSky fic (Love in the Air fandom). It's definitely an au premise outside my comfort zone, but I ended up really loving writing it. I'm just finishing the epilogue now. It's 185k words at present. So my typical long-winded style story 😂. I'll likely start posting that one pretty soon.

[hypermoyashi]

AHOY! READER ASK MEME TIME. A2, B4, B7, C9, D6, D10 :]

Hello!!! Thank you so much!!!

A2. How did you find your first fic?

I think I was between the ages of 10 and 12 and I was googling about Inuyasha and a fic popped up. I think I wanted to see what happened after the anime cut off and discovered fanfiction to fill that whole through google of all things. That was how I found ff.net.

B4. Who is your current favourite author? What is their best story?

HO BOY this is a hard one. I've generally really enjoyed a lot of writers, so I'm gonna cheat here and name multiple (fair warning that it is All Trigun at the moment because that is what I currently have brain worms for):

The Celestial Evening Series by tragic_unpaired_electron

kinder, gentler by skittidyne

before tomorrow ends by chuuyasoup

in the woods somewhere by halfdemonvash

In the Next Life by orcelito

come and see by avoidingavoidance

There are, of course, lots of other fics I love in other fandoms, but these are ones that have stuck out to me and currently make my brain go brr. There are probably lots of really good one-shots I'm missing because I tend to get brain worms more over longer fics, too. This list also probably has a bias towards fics I've followed a long time, because the longfics and one-shots I binged over a few days are ones I have a harder time remembering, though I do tend to go back and reread them.

B7. Which character is your favourite to read about? Why?

Right now? It's 100% Vash. Not only does the fact that the fandom largely writes him as trans or at least Not Cis make my enby, doesn't identify with my gender assigned at birth self very happy, but he's honestly such a complex and interesting character. There are so many different interesting things you can do with him, and there are a lot of subtle aspects of his character you can really dig into in fanfiction. I'm also just... a sucker for characters with a lot of struggles getting support systems, hurt/comfort tropes, and found family tropes, all of which Vash is great for.

C9. What show did you really try to watch, but you just couldn’t?

Hmmmmm there are a lot? I've completed 300~400 anime in my lifetime, not even counting Other Kinds of Shows, but I've dropped more than I've finished. Naruto comes to mind because I think I watched maybe 500 episodes of that for a friend, and like, I liked parts of it, but it was such an inconsistent watching experience that I ended up never really liking or really finishing it. I didn't have nostalgia to get me through it lol.

D6. How many bookmarks do you have?

612 right now! Granted, I've had my AO3 account for about ten years now, so it's not too impressive when you factor in how long it's taken me to get there.

D10. What is one story idea you really want to read but no one has written yet?

This one is haaaard because if no one is writing an idea I want to read, then I tend to write it myself. I guess a Vashwood SWAP AU is one? I technically haven't posted the Vashwood part of my SWAP AU, so I would say it counts lol. But on a serious note, I think there are a lot of cool AUs that would work really well for Trigun, but I don't see too many that try to take new and fun takes on the characters. I've seen a couple here and there, but a lot of people tend to stick pretty closely to canon. Which is great! Lots of really great fics like that out there! But it's also fun to just get wild with it sometimes, so I'd like to see more AU fics that just go ham and have fun with some outlandish and creative ideas.

Thank you again for the all the questions!!! It was really fun answering all of these!!

[ Fic Reader Ask Meme ]

[unhinged-summer-fun]

DANKTOBER 2022 ANNOUNCEMENT

TAGLIST INFORMATION FOUND AT BOTTOM OF POST, YES JUST LIKE THE FOOD BLOG YOUR AUNT RUNS.

Hello there I'm Bailey and I'm insane. Two years ago I joined some friends and did my first month-long creative prompt event. We split the 31 prompts up into equal parts and all completed Kinktober 2020 together as a group. Immediately after that I did NaNoWriMo for the first time and got even more insane. In 2021, I decided it wasn't good enough to just be doing one prompt, so I chose to combine three different October prompt events: Kinktober, Flufftober, and Whumptober. The result was Flunktober 2021 which had fics I wrote for as many of the days as I could, each using three or more prompts from those lists. I did that and did NaNoWriMo again immediately following this craziness, further cementing my deranged soul in unhinged hell.

This year, I've combined Kinktober and Inktober with an event of my own creation: Daytober, a creative prompt event inspired by silly national holidays that occur in the month of October. This unholy matrimony is called Danktober, and I cannot wait to start writing the prompts in front of me. In addition to writing, I also want to try my hand at drawing for each prompt, so I can include them in the project header when I eventually post each work. I have no mistaken belief in my abilities drawing wise, but I am in possession of a Concerta prescription and this is my only free outlet at the moment. Therefore, I've become your problem.

Or I will be, starting October 1st.

These are the prompts and pairings I have right now. Some days have returning characters from other works in my masterlist, and some are gearing up for a full-length fic all on their own. Anything marked TBD in the pairing section means I haven't come up with an unhinged enough idea for it, and I'm more than happy to take suggestions! If you're going to suggest a pairing/scenario, please include which day you're suggesting for.

On the subject of tag notificaitons: There's 31 prompts, which means 31 works, in 31 days. Because of this, I can understand if you don't want to be tagged every 24 hours in fics ranging from 500-1500 words apiece. For this reason, I'm going to have Danktober Roundups, so once a week (should you opt in) you'll get a notification for all the fics posted that week. There's a new option to be tagged in Danktober Roundups on my taglist, which is always found in my bio or on my main masterlist, pinned at the top of my blog. If you are already on my taglist for certain characters or otherwise, there's a chance you will be tagged in every week's Roundup regardless of if you opt-in to this event. If you wanna get off of the taglist, say it in a new taglist entry with ur username and request in the notes at the back.

Thanks, and happy Preptember!

[malecacidd]

HellO I see several things on that list that are either physically or spiritually for me so please tell me about the gifts and all the Sickfics thank you

Ofcc so most of the wips that say for you in the doc title are from the fic raffle we did about a year(ish?) ago! I started so many different ideas for it and then only managed to fully finish one of them kfkskdks

8. Lukebobby sickfic

This was my first idea for you for the raffle! (Duh, obvious choice). And I got it to a little less than 500 words before giving up on it. It's just a typical sickfic but Bobby is the one whose sick and Luke tries his best to take care of him but isn't the best at it. Snippet-

Luke looks at him for a second, rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and looks back before saying, "You okay?"

Bobby scoffs under his breath, but can't keep the small smile off of his face as he turns around on the floor and leans back against the toilet after flushing it. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. I just thought chilling on the bathroom floor an hour before school would be a good idea."

9. Nickjulie friendship thing for lilly

This was my second idea for the raffle, and having reread what I have of it bc of this ask/tag game, I think I might have to finish it bc it's so cute 😭 all it is is Julie reaching Nick to play piano to give him a distraction/coping mechanism post-possesion but it is everything to me

Snippet-

"Nick?" he hears a voice call out into the nothingness, and he turns quickly only to see Julie staring at him curiously from the doorway, her hand hovering over the light switch. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, uh…" he trails off, scratching at the back of his head. He's embarrassed, even though he knows he didn't do anything wrong. "I'm just… hanging out?"

"In the dark?" she asks with a laugh, finally flicking the light on and slowly walking towards where he's still sitting. There's a small nervous smile on her face, almost like she's scared anything she's going to do will just shatter him. He hasn't seen any other look in a week.

"Yeah," he sighs, looking down at the piano as she goes to sit next to him. He watches from the corner of his eye as her hands creep towards the keys. It almost looks as if she's failing at holding herself back from playing, like the music is calling to her, begging to be played.

Nick closes his eyes, and waits.

11. Rukebox thing for lilly

I'm going to be fully honest, I have no idea what this is. It could've been for the fic raffle since it was made around the same time but I genuinely have no clue. All it has in the doc is two paragraphs with nothing explaining what the fic was supposed to be. Here's the two paragraphs though-

Luke doesn't really know what he's doing.

And honestly? He's kind of used to it at this point, because he never actually knows. But in this situation, it's really frustrating, because Julie is sat in front of him, sobbing her heart out, and he's frozen.

19. Willexie sickfic

This is the only one of these that I'm one hundred percent sure wasn't for the raffle, but I definitely made with you in mind! (Of course, because it's a sickfic) it's Reggie getting sick and Willie and Alex taking care of him! (They need each other to do it because Alex doesn't know anything about ghost sickness and Willie doesn't have any experience handling Reggie when he's sick)

Snippet-

When Reggie had clambered into the studio one day, claimed that he felt as if he was starting to come down with something, and then collapsed onto the couch, Alex hadn't really believed him.

Which, if he's being honest with himself, sounds pretty terrible. But, in his defense, they are ghosts, and he really thought that ghosts couldn't get sick!

Those are all the sickfics and fics for you! Thanks for having me revisit them bc now I just might have to finish them up

[marvelfanfics1]

His Little One

(GIFs not mine)

Summary: Alright, the avengers get back from a mission, (y/n) is also an avenger but after they get back they go find loki and regresses (hes their daddy) the avengers dont like (y/n) being around him when (y/n) is little so they all try and occupy little ones time, it gets late and little one finally manages to escape from the rest of them and goes to loki and cuddles and he takes care of (y/n). Stark realizes no one knows where little one is and asks friday and she says little one is with loki he freaks out and gets everyone but when they find them happy and sleepy with him they all realize that little one is fine with him. Whenever they see them together later they just coo and smile.

Pairing: Daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

A/N: 500 FOLLOWER SPECIAL! First of, thank you so much for 500 followers. I'm so happy I make you smile (and cry) with my fics and really appreciate all your support. I found some new friends here and can't express how good you make me feel. And now to my special! (Got some help from my Internet Best Friend<3)

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You just were done with the mission and were all seated in the quinjet. You and Peter sat next to each other, buckled up, and leaned against each other.

The others cooed over the two of you sleeping and Tony took a quick picture, before draping a blanket over you both and popping in your pacifiers.

You woke up by Steve gently shaking you both awake and you rubbed your eyes.

"Hey kiddos, we are back at the compound," Steve said softly and you reached your arms out for him to carry you inside.

He picked you up and took Peter's hand, walking you both inside and sat you both down on the couch.

You noticed that you're already dressed in something more comfortable and fiddled with the paci clip on your sweater.

Your face lit up when you saw Loki walking by and wanted to follow him but got stopped by Tony.

You only joined the Avengers one year ago and Loki was already there for one year and tried to prove himself to be on the good side.

Thor decided and took him to earth to let him prove himself. Well, the team still doesn't trust him enough, but you gave him the chance he deserved from the start.

You would always try and go to him when you regress but the others don't trust Loki with you alone and would try to get you away from him.

You still often got to spend much time with him alone. He would always read to you or listen to what you had to say and always smiles at your presence.

He also has some drawn pictures you gave hanged on his wall and always smiled looking at them. You had a stuffie where no one knows where you get that and it was your favorite, it was the first gift Loki gave you.

Back to the here and now where everybody tries to protect you.

"Where did you want to run off? Come, it's time for dinner" he gave you now time to argue and dragged you back to Peter and saw Loki leaving your sight.

You sat down next to Peter and Natasha came in with two plates and handed them to you both, giving each of you a forehead kiss.

After eating dinner you and Peter got seated in the living room with a Disney movie and you saw Peter already fell asleep.

You carefully and slowly got out from under the blanket and grabbed your stuffie.

You watched out and peeked inside the kitchen, seeing the others laugh and drink. You tip-toed over to Loki's room and knocked softly.

When Loki opened the door a smile appeared on his face, seeing you in your pajamas, stuffie under your arm, and paci bobbing in your mouth.

"Hello little one, shouldn't you be taking a nap?" he tilted his head and you looked down.

"Wan'ed to cuddle wif you" you mumbled and he lifted your chin to look at him.

"You only wanted to cuddle?" when you nod he lifted you in his arms and looked from side to side, watching if someone saw him.

He closed the door behind him and got comfortable with you on his bed, with you on top of him, and looked closer at your face.

"Did you fought some bad guys today?" he asked and you nod eagerly.

"Wes, togetha wif Peety an' uncle Tony an'... " you continued to tell him about the mission.

Loki noticed by your babbling that your paci fell out and he took it, wiping the spit off and offering it back to you after you were done.

"Wow, that sounds exciting and dangerous. You have been a brave girl" he praised and you smiled, snuggling closer to his neck, while he continued to rub your back.

When Tony went to check up on you and Peter he paled when you weren't there. Usually, you would come to one of them before just walking off.

Tony immediately went back to the kitchen to get everyone.

"What do you mean she's gone?" Steve asked confused and Tony rambled everything again.

"I went to look after them, but she isn't there and she would never just walk off before telling us!"

"Tony, calm down. Did you ask Friday where she could be?" Natasha tried to calm him and Tony face-palmed himself.

"Friday, where's Y/n?" he asked the AL and wasn't very happy at the answer.

"It seems that little Y/n is currently in Mr. Laufeyson's room, sir"

"Tony, you can't just run in there. You might scare her" Steve said, stopping Tony from marching to Loki's room.

"The captain is right. Let me go and check" Thor said and they all nod in agreement.

When Thor stood before the door he heard fainted singing and opened the door just a bit.

"stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene" He heard Loki sing and peeked inside. His heart swelled at sight before him. You laying on top of him, half asleep and him rubbing your back and singing a asgardian lullaby. "Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem. I eplehagen står møyen den vene."

"Og synger: “når kommer du hjem?”" Thor ended and Loki turned his head to him, while Thor sat down on the bed. "Mother always sung that when we were younger"

"It did his purpose, she fell asleep," Loki said and could hear the others muffled talking. "They are waiting behind the door, aren't they?"

"I'm afraid so, brother. You still don't gather their trust, but I'm sure when they see this they will think about it" his brother chuckled and Loki nodded, rocking you from side to side a little.

Thor stood back up and walked to the door, letting the others look inside, but Loki paid no attention to them. He rather admired you instead.

"I told you, that my brother is no danger for the little one. She enjoys his presence and so does he. Just give him a chance" Thor reasoned with them. They all look at each other until Tony sighed.

"All right, we have a lot to discuss" Tony pointed at Thor and looked at your sleeping form. "After she woke up!"

Loki smiled at hearing them talk and kissed your head when he knew nobody was watching.

You started to stir a bit, but he shushed you and rocked you from side to side.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here" he whispered and looked down at your sleeping face. "Daddy's here"

After that Tony had a close eye on you and Loki whenever you were near him. Loki realized when he really wants to get their trust he needs to come out of his room more often and join you all in the common room.

You squealed every time with joy when he comes and joins you all. You would climb on his lap and stay there for a while before Peter drags you back with him to play.

When you started calling him Daddy before the others, he couldn't express how happy he is that he got you.

The others were patient with Loki and really gave him a chance and didn't get disappointed. They all cooed now over the two of you and Tony would take pictures every chance he gets.

"Little one! It's time for your bottle!" Loki called when he entered the room with your warmed-up bottle.

You held your arms up, bouncing on your knees and pleaded for him to pick you up. He sat down with you on the couch and laid you across his lap and started feeding you.

Natasha smiled at the scene a nudged Thor's shoulder, who was just about to pass out, and they both looked over at you two.

Loki couldn't stop the smile that was growing on his face, just from watching you falling asleep.

"They are so cute together" Natasha whispered and Thor nodded in agreement.

A few months later it was like Loki always was your Daddy and he was trusted enough for you to live with him in the same room.

You really love Loki and couldn't be happier to have him as your Daddy and the Avengers as your family. Everyone is happy.

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Sleep on the Floor (4)

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader (Quirkless Au)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: Drugs-Talk of Marijuana and getting high, also Katsuki gets high, Also reader is a lil reckless, but it's still tame I promise.

Word Count: 4.8K

a/n: Hello. See I told y'all I didn't forget about this. This fic gets updated anytime I'm really wishing I could pack up and start a new life where no one knows me and I can escape everything. That just so happened to be how I'm feeling today (and all this week) so you can have this. Once again thanks to whoever sticks with this. I love y'all.

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The car, who you’ve weirdly named Cthulhu—something about being a Great Old One since the car is ancient, fucking nerd—has been super reliable considering its age. Katsuki keeps the gas tank filled, for fear that if it gets too close to E it’ll stop completely. He checks the fluids whenever you two stop somewhere, checks the tire pressure and even goes as far as replacing the windshield wipers when you both drove through a quick sand storm.

What Katsuki failed to check was if the car had a spare tire, I mean why wouldn’t it? All cars come with a spare tire, right?

Katsuki finds the answer to that question one afternoon when there’s a large popping noise and you swerve the car in fright all over the road. You can hear thumping and grinding metal against the concrete as you continue driving and straighten the car.

“Pull over! I think the tire is fucked,” Katsuki screams holding on to the handle of the door as the car continues to swerve off balance.

You pull over and click the hazards on and you both get out of the car to survey the damage. It’s...not a pretty sight. The tire is completely demolished, the rim the only thing left. The black rubber sits in tatters on the road behind you. Katsuki glares at you from where he sits on his knees on the ground.

“Shit, you ran over something. The tire is almost ripped to shreds. Weren’t you paying attention, Airhead?” he chastises.

“I was! I didn’t see anything!” you say crossing your hands over your chest and pouting. The face you’re making is so pathetic—and cute but fuck if he’ll say that aloud—that he can feel the anger hissing out of him like a leaking balloon.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Pop the trunk, I’ll grab the spare,” he says sighing.

You pop the trunk and Katsuki lets out a long unsatisfied and equally annoying huff from his nose. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes.

“There ain’t a spare tire.” It’s not a question but you answer it like one.

“Oops I guess not,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. Again, Katsuki is thoroughly irritated by how unbothered with everything you are.

“How does your car not have a spare tire?!” He yells.

“It’s not really my car. I bought it off of a guy right before I left,” you respond sheepishly, putting your hand behind your head.

“And ya didn’t think to check to make sure there was a fucking spare tire?”

“Dude, I bought it off Craigslist. It was like $500.”

“I know it’s a piece of shit! But you seriously didn’t think about the possibility of getting a flat while you were driving around being some hippie who lives in her car or something!?”

It’s official. Katsuki has officially decided you are one, out of your mind and two, would be dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren't for him tagging along with you. He’s glaring at you but when your face contorts to annoyance and rage he almost takes a step back.

“No actually. I didn’t think to check if the almost 20 year old car I bought off of a sketchy guy on Craigslist for dirt cheap right after coming from a funeral and deciding on a whim that I wanted to run away from everyone, had a spare tire. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yeah. It is,” he huffs stubbornly.

“Does it make you feel better?” you challenge, putting your hands on your hips.

“No.”

“Well then this is a lose lose situation then.”

“You are unbearable,” he groans, rubbing his hands down his face.

“We’ll just catch a ride with someone. I’m sure there’s a town nearby where we can buy a tire and come back here to put it on Cthulhu,” you sigh, strolling to the side of the road and putting your thumb up.

“Hitchhiking? That’s your solution?”

“You got a better one?” you say looking over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“You wanna climb in the car with some people we don’t even fucking know and hope that they actually do take us to a town and then drive us back here? That’s fucking insane.”

You scoff, “Wow Grumps. That’s a bit hypocritical of you. You climbed in the car with a stranger to go on a road trip to nowhere.”

“And you make me question that decision every time you play a John Denver song,” he growls.

“ANYWAY, it’s clear I don’t have a problem with strangers and neither do you so let’s get to the side of the road and get our thumbs ready to hitchhike,” you say and because Katsuki is stupid and has no other plan formed he stands next to you on the road with his thumb out.

The two of you thankfully don’t have to hitchhike long. Seems everyone is eager to help a pretty girl broken down on the side of the road with a grumpy looking guy as a passenger. Katsuki declines help from three truck drivers who offer to take you—just you—to go purchase a tire. Fuckin’ scumbags.

So he’s extra precautious when a tiny blue car pulls up next to your ruined one with a beep. The passenger rolls down the window and it’s a girl with bright pink thick curly hair and tanned skin. She’s smiling brightly at you and you’ve instantly struck up a conversation with her.

“Oh my gosh! I love your hair!” you squeal and the girl doesn’t miss a beat in smiling and squealing with you.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance again. The driver leans over the girl with the pink hair and Katsuki can see it’s a lanky guy with a black mullet, a big toothy grin and heavy lidded eyes.

“You two need a ride somewhere?”

“Yeah please!” you chirp.

Katsuki pulls the collar of your shirt and yanks you back toward him. He wraps his heavy arm around your neck and hisses into your ear. “The hell are you doing? This guy looks like a scumbag.”

You’re frowning but you glance back to the girl and the guy in the car and then back to Katsuki.

“No he doesn’t. They both look nice and if you remember, we need a ride,” you say simply.

“Geez Airhead you should pay closer attention to your surroundings. The car smells like weed and the guy looks like he’s higher than a kite and he’s driving. You really wanna get in a car with someone like that?” He glares at you as if he’s won the argument.

You cock your hip and glare back at him. Then you turn and walk back to the guy in the car, bend down to look him in the eyes and ask “Are you high right now?”

Katsuki slaps a hand over his eyes and drags it down his face dramatically, sighing deeply.

“Uhhh no… I mean I was a few hours ago, but I had to sober up to drive so—” he stammers in shock.

“Perfect! We need a ride to the closest mechanic shop to buy a new tire. Can you guys help us out?” you ask, batting your lashes.

The pink haired girl and the guy driving exchange a look and then she replies “Yeah hop in. We’re on our way to a friend’s place. There’s a town like 100 miles away. Should be a place for you to buy a tire there.”

“Awesome!” you say skipping to the back seat and giving Katsuki an “I told you so” look. He stomps around the other side of the car, yanks the door open then slams it shut.

“...and this is Katsuki but you can just call him Grumpy,” you finish a sentence he’s just caught the end of.

“Do not fucking call me that,” he says, through his teeth while you giggle. The girl in the front seat looks quickly between the two of you with a worried expression but the guy smiles an easy going smile and says “Sup man.”

“Grumpy, this is Hanta and Mina,” you say, gesturing to each of them.

Katsuki’s not a complete asshole so he nods to both of them and mumbles a quick “Thanks for the ride,” before turning to look at the window and pout. He hears you giggle again as Hanta drives away from your broken down car.

The sun is starting to set on the horizon, painting the dry flat landscape in the pink and indigo colors Katsuki has always been fond of. He takes a deep breath. Why’s he so frustrated? It’s not like the two of you didn’t need a ride? And so far these people don’t seem like crazies.

It’s just that Katsuki was just getting used to being around you so much, and now he has to be around other people he doesn’t even know. It’s exhausting. He glances at you out of his peripherals, you’re chatting animatedly to Mina in the front seat, seemingly extremely comfortable. How do you do it? It’s something he envies about you.

But there’s something else bubbling inside him, something else that puts him in a foul mood as he watches you slap a high five with Hanta over having the same taste in —shitty—music. He thought the two of you had a connection, but it seems, you make connections with everyone you come in contact with. He blows out another frustrated puff of air from his nose and it fogs the window he’s smashed his head against.

Why the fuck does it matter who’s she’s comfortable with. I don’t care. I don’t even know her like that. He thinks to himself. It doesn’t help him feel better though, so he rolls his eyes and continues glaring out the window. After about an hour of driving, Katsuki hears the click of your seat belt unbuckle and he turns to see you scooting into the middle seat next to him.

“The fuck are you—”

He stops mid sentence when you slip your hand between the space where his arm is tucked into his side, slump down and lie your head on his arm. He stares at you for a bit, watching the way you gently fall into slumber.

The car is dark, Mina is asleep in the passenger seat and Hanta is in own world humming a song on the radio as he drives. The moon overhead follows the car and shines slivers of light on your face. Katsuki swallows, his heart is doing that annoying thing again where it beats way too fast and his cheeks heat up.

He shakes his head, grabs the seatbelt in the middle seat and pulls it over your body to buckle it in. Then he maneuvers you so that your head is in his lap. He rests his hand on your back and he hears you sigh in your sleep.

He’s thankful the car is dark, so no one can make out the small smile he lets push itself on his face as he rubs subtle circles on your back and turns to watch the moon in the sky.

“Fuck.”

Katsuki is standing and staring at a closed sign in front of the empty mechanic shop. The sign reads 9AM to 8PM. Katsuki clicks the lock button on his phone to illuminate it and check the time on the bright screen.

8:13PM.

“Fucccckkkk,” he repeats, dragging out the last syllable in frustration.

You sidle up next to him and look at the sign with sleepy eyes. You rub your eyes then mutter irritated, “Shit.”

Surprisingly, Katsuki doesn’t flash you a cocky grin, instead he chuckles to himself. You’ve shown no signs of being frustrated once since the two of you started this trip, until now. And now you look like a disheveled grumpy kid who’s been woken up from their nap. He’ll admit, it’s kinda cute and he smirks as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

You look around quickly, Hanta has driven away after dropping the two of you off. There are no other buildings on this road except a weird gas station that also has the lights off. It’s dark and a bit chilly. No cars drive on the road, and the night is only filled with the gentle whistling of the cool breeze and the tingling wind chimes in front of the shop.

Plopping down on the ground, you sigh. “I’m sorry Grumpy. This is all my fault,” you say sadly.

You're squeezing your fingers together in frustration and he can tell you’re beating yourself up. Katsuki grunts, pats the top of your head, then bends down in front of you.

“S’fine. We’ll just wait here until the shop opens tomorrow morning,” he replies, taking a page out of your “optimism” book. He tries to keep his voice gentle, to make sure he doesn’t scold you more than you’re already scolding yourself.

You blow a raspberry then pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them to pout. Katsuki watches you for a bit, then sighs and sits next to you on the gravel. It’s not a bad night, not too cool. He’s spent colder nights in the back of his own car. A biting breeze threatens his assurance of the temperature and he hears your teeth chatter. In one swift movement, he removes his jacket and tosses it over your head.

“Here stupid,” he mutters.

If there’s one thing he appreciates about you is that you don’t make everything a scene. This little gesture is one he knows someone else would tease him about, would look up at him with big eyes and say some stupid shit like “you’re giving me your jacket?”

But with you everything is so simple. Everything he does for you is treated as if you know he would do it for you. Like you know he’ll take care of you so you don’t question it. It’s weird how comfortable you are with him already. He appreciates it, but still it’s fucking weird. You remove it from your head and wrap it around your shoulders, burying your nose into the fabric and breathing in deeply.

“Thanks, Grumpy,” you reply.

Luckily, neither of you are sitting out in front of the shop for very long. Hanta pulls up, beeping the horn and rolling the window down. He gives you both a lift back to his friend’s house—which Katsuki objects to but gets dragged into by you anyway—and suddenly he’s leaning against the entrance to the living room of a small two bedroom apartment.

He watches you laugh and joke with Mina and the friend they were coming to visit who he learns is named Kyouka. Like always, you’ve gotten along perfectly with both of them and you’re chatting animatedly like you’ve known them both your entire life.

Katsuki huffs. He wonders how you go through life with this dumb happy go lucky view of everything after experiencing a death in the family. Don’t people usually sulk for months or years after a death? Or they get angry or depressed or... everything but how you’re acting right now. Katsuki didn’t experience a death but he’s been mourning the end of his career for months.

Hanta calls to him from the kitchen, asking for help in carrying the pizza and soda that just arrived. Reluctant to take his eyes from you—he doesn’t know these people they could be fucking creeps—he spins on his heel to join Hanta in the kitchen.

“Thanks for your help,” Hanta replies with a big toothy grin.

Katsuki shrugs him off, sliding his hands underneath the big square boxes and hoisting them to carry them into the living room. Strumming from a guitar is coming from the living room now, followed by an alto voice smoothly singing lyrics. It sounds like one of the songs you played in the car..

Don’t any of these people listen to good fucking music?

He rounds the corner to the living room and Kyouka is strumming a guitar, singing with her eyes closed and rocking back and forth to the melody. You and Mina are sitting cross legged on the floor in front of her, rocking to the melody as well. Your eyes are closed, your head is bobbing, you’re smiling to yourself. The room suspiciously smells like…

No fucking way. Did you seriously smoke with them? He grinds his teeth as he watches you sway to the music but he’s stopped cold when both you and Mina’s voices join Koyouka’s while singing the chorus.

Can I be close to you?

Katsuki doesn’t think he’s heard you sing before. That’s not to say you haven’t while on this trip but he definitely tuned you out while driving. But this time is different. This time your voice melds perfectly with the other two and you sound good. Sure, Kyouka is carrying the beat and melody with her strumming and singing but your harmonies above the melody, it’s beautiful. He’s shocked, standing there holding the pizza and watching you with his lips parted.

Hanta’s light nudge into his shoulder is the only thing that breaks him out of the stupor of watching you.

“You good, man?” he asks, looking from you to him.

“M’ fine. Where do you want these?” he says, shaking his head and glaring.

Hanta tells him to set them on a table next to the couch as you start to sing the second verse of the song solo:

Can I take it to a morning

Where the fields are painted gold

And the trees are filled with memories

Of the feelings never told?

Again you sound great, when you sing the words, your eyebrows pull together as the emotion hits you and when you sing the question, it’s almost like you’re asking him and expecting an answer. Katsuki’s stomach feels weird, almost like he’s going to be sick. Why is he freaking out like this? Why can’t he take his eyes off of you as you sing and Mina and Kyouka’s vocals join back up with yours. Why does it feel like you’re singing this song to him?

Can I be close to you?

Don’t be fucking stupid, he thinks.

There’s a lingering cloud of haze in the living room probably from the shit they smoked. That has to be it. That’s probably why he feels sick. Why his mind is being crazy and he’s thinking shit he wouldn’t normally be thinking about. It’s also probably why you sound better singing than what he’s used to. That shit’s supposed to make everything feel good, right? So of course he’s feeling that way.

The song ends and Hanta announces the food is here right as you make eye contact with Katsuki. He can see how low your eyes are, slightly glazed over as you smile big at him. You, Mina, and Kyouka find your way over to the pizza box and Katsuki steps out of the way to let them grab a slice before he grabs your arm and pulls you to the side.

“You smoked with them? What the hell, they could’ve laced it with something!” he scolds in a hissing whisper in your ear.

You shrug, “I think if they wanted to drug us, they would’ve done that a while back, yeah? Besides, I’m still cognitive enough to fight back if I need to. I’m just floating right above the clouds,” you reply in an airy voice.

Your goofy grin doesn’t calm him and when you realize he’s actually worried you do something that makes his shoulder tense. You bring your hand up to hold his cheek, your expression immediately changing to worry.

“Hey, were you worried about me? You don’t have to worry. I’m fine ok?” you say seriously.

He’s never noticed how soft your hands are and right now holding his face, it feels like you’re pumping some kind of calm energy through your palm into him because he instantly settles down. He should pull out of your grasp but he doesn’t. He just sighs and then focuses his scarlet eyes on yours.

“Would it kill ya to be more hesitant with them?” he asks huffing in frustration.

“I’ll definitely try.” You smile then and to stop himself from smiling with you, he rolls his eyes.

When you’ve grabbed a slice of pizza and have skipped back over to sit in the middle of the room with the girls, Hanta comes over and asks if everything’s ok.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing. She said you’d just met about a month ago,” he says looking at you across the room.

“We’re not a thing. She’s just…a travel partner,” Katsuki grumbles.

Hanta blinks in surprise. “Dude seriously? You haven’t taken your eyes off her since we got in,” he chuckles, “The girls think you’re a stalker or that you kidnapped her or something,” he finishes.

Katsuki’s eyes grow wide then he groans in frustration. “Fucking shit. I told her…”

Hanta stops him, waving both of his hands up in front of him. “Nah don’t worry. I calmed them down. Told ‘em you’re just trying to find your words,” he says shrugging.

“The fuck does that mean?” Katsuki asks, curling his lip in disgust.

“Have ya told her that you feel something when you look at her, yet? Or… is it too soon for you to know,” Hanta asks, tilting his head and observing Katsuki like he’s some sort of goddamn specimen.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and leans away from him. “Look I ain’t into that trippy ‘Love Everyone, Peace’ bull shit. If you’re gonna try to spit that shit to me I ain’t gonna hear it.”

“Heh I can tell you aren’t and frankly neither am I. World’s fucked up sometimes. Sometimes fucked up shit happens to the best people. But there are other times where you look at someone or you talk to someone and for just that moment, everything feels ok. When I find people like that, I tend to keep 'em close.” Hanta says looking at Mina with an expression Katsuki can’t understand.

Katsuki eyes fall back to you. You’re shrugging the way you do when you’re trying to avoid your feelings. He knows it all too well, you’ve been doing it a lot this trip. When he hears you say “Grief is just you going the rest of your life trying to fill the hole the person left. Sometimes you find a good substitute, other times you never find it and just learn how to live with the hole,” a pang of pain rips through his stomach. Must be the greasy smell of the pizza.

Hanta chuckles again and this time he puts a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. To his own surprise, he doesn’t pull out of his grasp.

“Dude I think it’s ok if you don’t wanna put a label on whatever you’re feelin’. And it’s also ok to admit that you don’t want anyone else to have the same type of unlabeled relationship with her. That’s all I’m sayin’,” Hanta says, squeezing his shoulder a bit before he grabs his own slice of pizza and goes to sit next to Mina on the floor.

Katsuki huffs as Hanta's words settle in his mind. Pfft whatever, what does he know?

It has to be magic the way you’ve melded with this group of people you just fucking met. You’re all sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room chatting and laughing like you’re old friends. Mina is braiding your hair, Kyouka is playing random tunes on the guitar that you’re all trying to guess and Hanta,, that fucking slick bastard, is definitely hitting on you. He keeps moving closer to you and every time you get a song right, he puts his arm around your shoulder to congratulate you.

Katsuki stares from outside of the social circle, sitting on the couch away from the action and observing since you won’t take your safety seriously. He watches you giggle, watches the way your cheeks puff up with glee and everyone else laughs with you. It’s so strange. How haven’t you pushed people away?

After the accident, Katsuki cut everyone off. He didn’t want to be near anyone, no one made him happy and frankly he was sick of all the pitiful glances his friends kept giving him. It was better to be alone, in the presence of his own company. It was safe, no annoying people to bother him. He could sulk and it was fine. Not soon after, the booze came and wrapped him in comfort and then…He can’t remember much after that. At least not until meeting you. Somehow you’d barged your weird ass into his life and since then he hadn’t been able to stay away from you.

Maybe it was ok to loosen up for once. At least for now. You made a good point, if these guys wanted to drug the both of you, they would’ve done it back in the car. They had the opportunity.

Hanta’s lighting the end of another rolled blunt as Kyouka starts the beginning of a song that surprisingly Katsuki knows and actually likes. Hanta takes a long drag and passes it to Mina. You're singing again, apparently you know this song as well—ok so maybe you don’t have terrible taste—and Katsuki watches you like he’s watching a concert. The room starts to fill with the wispy vapors of the smoke and Katsuki thinks fuck it, might as well try to enjoy himself.

He gets up and walks over to the circle, standing over Mina he holds his hand out to her glaring. She looks up at him in confusion then over to Hanta who nods before she hands the blunt to him. You’re staring at him in disbelief but haven’t stopped singing along to the tune Kyouka’s playing.

“You know how to—” Hanta starts but Katsuki cuts him off.

“Course, I’m not an idiot,” he snaps.

Katsuki takes a long deep breath in, letting the smoke fill his lungs and then exhales a long cloud of smoke. He coughs, and each new breath makes his head become a little fuzzier. His limbs feel lighter and the plucking strings of the guitar sound pleasant to him. He takes one more hit, then hands it back to Mina. He’s calmed, walking over to sink back on the couch. It’s comfy, so comfy he almost wants to lie down here and go to sleep.

He understands what you meant when you said you’re floating right above the clouds. He doesn’t feel like he’s floating but he feels happy, like when people say they're on cloud nine. That’s what this feels like. Suddenly he’s thinking about you again and your smile. He can hear you singing again and he realizes Kyouka has started playing the first song again. He remembers you singing the lyrics.

Can I be close to you?

Are you asking him that? Do you want to be close to him? Does he want you to be close to him? He thinks the answer is yes. From his place on the couch the two of you lock eyes and he feels like a little piece of himself is reaching out to you. Your returning gaze feels like you are taking it willingly, nurturing it and keeping it safe. You smile and his world brightens. There’s so much you keep hidden behind your bright smile.

It’s at this moment Katsuki realizes he does want to be close to you. It’s at this moment he knows he wants to stay with you. Granted, he’s high as a goddamn kite right now, so he could wake up and change his mind completely, but there’s something different about what he’s feeling now. It’s a relief, like a weight off of his shoulders and he’s finally giving himself a chance to relax.

You get up and tiptoe over to him on the couch. You sink down onto it next to him and he smirks and puts an arm around your shoulder casually. You don’t say anything, but there’s a smirk on your face that says everything he needs to know. You lean into his chest and sigh as you hum the song.

Can I be close to you?

He sings it to himself and he knows when he feels your body shake from the giggle that you heard him. He wants to kiss your forehead but decides that’s not a good idea while you both are intoxicated so he keeps his arm wrapped protectively around you.

Soon your eyelashes flutter and you drift off to sleep clinging to his shirt. He watches your peaceful slumber, rubbing tiny circles in your back before the cloudy waves of the drug pull him into unconsciousness and he’s sleeping soundly with you in his arms.

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Thanks for reading!

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 1806

Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🙂

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June 2021

Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"

Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"

Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.

"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.

When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"

He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.

"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."

His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"

The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.

Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.

He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.

"What are you going to wear?"

"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"

"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."

"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"

For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.

Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.

First, his stepmom is not–

Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.

Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.

So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.

Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.

The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.

Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.

Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.

Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.

Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.

Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.

Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.

And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.

Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.

So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.

Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.

So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.

But... Yes, there's a but...

Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.

Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.

Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.

Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.

Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.

And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.

That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.

But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.

And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.

"I can't wait."

"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."

"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"

"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."

"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"

Wait. His mind goes blank.

Fuck.

What? Did he hear right?

As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.

Fuck.

He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.

Fuck.

When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"

Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"

"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"

Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"

But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.

I'll go! I'll fucking go!

He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.

With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."

He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"

Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?

Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."

With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.

Y/N. Fuck.

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Ivar's taglist: @waiting4inspiration @honestsycrets @lisinfleur @saldelys @gearhead66 @inforapound @readsalot73 @milkkygirls @xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff @zuxiezendler @hecohansen31 @lonewolf471 @fuckindiva @tgrrose @didiintheblog @peachyboneless @pieces-by-me @funmadnessandbadassvikings @ethereallysimple @destynelseclipsa @cocovikings23 @xceafh @mrsalwayswrite @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @pomegranates-and-blood @jadelynlace @grimeundglow @quantumlocked310 @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Ivarello's taglist: @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @hashimily @prepare4trouble @supernaturalvikingwhore @funmadnessandbadassvikings

[greyeyedmonster-18]

do you have any cut scenes with the word “cusp”? could be from any piece!!

friend, this is so deliciously specific. but also, i've looked in all my documents and have never used that word ever. which is baffling because it's a fantastic little word! I even looked at my official docs where the full fics are and...never been used.

some writer i am huh? anywho....I contrived a dribble using the word. from the ten reasons universe; featuring a flashback with bright-eyed and eager remus and his meeting with the publishing house.

Khaki pants weren't fashionable. Remus knew this. Everyone on the planet knew this but at the moment, they were the best pair of pants that Remus owned. His nicer jeans and corduroy all smelled like coffee or had stains on the front from when Remus ate lunch and used his thighs as a cloth napkin.

It was a bad habit.

Benjy laughed at him for it.

His mother scolded it for him every time he went home and she would see his hands wipe across the front of his pants while eating popcorn in front of the television or worse at a nicer dinner.

But he still did it, and as a result, was wearing khaki pants that were the slightest bit too short (had he grown?) to the most important meeting of his life.

His sweater was nice though. He had stolen one of Benji's and was wishing he hadn't because the arms were too short and he had to roll up the sleeves and kept fidgeting with them as he sat in the lobby of the publishing house.

He had brought a briefcase. With a spare copy of his book inside, just in case.

He had bought a planner.

Because for the first time in his life, Remus thought he might have something worth writing down and planning. He might be one of those people, finally, after years of scraping his nose along the pavement and rummaging through gravel, leaving his nails broken and bloody, that could finally make plans. Things to look forward to. Instead of just...a revolving door of disappointments.

"Mr. Lupin, I assume?" A tall woman in bright red trousers and braids down her back walked into the room with a warm smile. Remus tripped over his feet standing up from the couch he was waiting on. "Dorcas Meadowes, we spoke on the phone?"

"Yes, hi, hello. I'm so excited to be here if that wasn't obvious. And nervous, my hands are sweaty, so are my armpits, and I think there's an ass sweat stain on the chair--swass?" he asked her, "Is that the correct word? I think so, or I made it up but anyway, there's a..." Remus stopped, watching as Dorcas's smile grew, "I'm...sorry. Hello, a pleasure to meet you."

"We're excited for you to be here as well," she said laughing, "Don't worry about the stain or the book copy. We have one. Come into my office, we can talk."

"Hopefully you more than me...or it'll probably be about ass sweat."

"You know," she said, laughter still in her voice as Remus followed her down a hallway where other doors were, her black stilettos clipping on hardwood, "Had I not read your book...I might find this inappropriate, but...something tells me, I could easily read 500 pages of..what did you call it?"

"...Swass."

"Yeah."

"Hope I don't disappoint."

Remus walked through the door to an office, another woman already sitting in there. One step through the threshold, on the cusp of being someone. Someone who...didn't know who he was exactly, or what was to come...but someone who deserved to find out.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

RE-INTRODUCTION WHILE I'M FINISHING MY 7TH MASTERLIST

Hello everyone!❤

While cleaning up my blog and gathering everything for my 7th masterlist (yeah 7th, you heard that right), I thought about re-introducing myself, especially for the hundreds of new followers I gained the last 2 years.

Hey new babes!

I'm Emmanuelle, about to turn 24 in November ( ♏ gang wassup🗣). My pronouns are she/her, I'm bi/pan af🏳️‍🌈 and an African plus sized Queen that was raised in Europe❤

I speak 5 and a half languages:

•Dutch, mother tongue

•English second language

•French

•German

•Luxembourgish

•And same basic Spanish

I started this blog in November 2017! I just had graduated high school and was left seeking employment but not succeeding at all *cough* racism *cough*.

I'm a huge Marvel stan, but been creeping around the DCU fanbase lately!

My dream job is becoming an author, got one of my first few novels I'm writing on and I realized my passion through this blog!

Back in 2017, there weren't enough fics about plus sized people. And when there were a few written, it was always with the stereotypical fatshaming concepts that just didn't sit right with me in my negro spirit AND ON TOP OF THAT, I barely saw any POC fics.

I was sick and fucking tired of reading "Shalisa McHoodBitch was a chocolate mousse ass bad bitch that laughed way too loud while eating her chicken and watermelon meal"..... like bruh....

So I decided to step up and try to simply write fics with a plus sized and poc reader. This blog is one of my biggest accomplishments because the community welcomed my writing with open arms and I got to meet so many awesome people, some that are now my best friends and close squad❤

Unfortunately, the bad sides of running an online fandom writing blog got to me too. And thus resulted in me almost deleting this blog because people were showing their real colors, and my talent were purely used for selfish reasons. I felt like a robot spitting out fics left and right and no one bothering to ask me how my day was going.

After going mia for a while, I came back and realized that after writing 500+ fics, my golden Era had ended and I also finally found an job after sitting at home for 3 years straight.

Unfortunately the down side of having to be a fully functioning adult on this ghetto planet is that I'm often left too emotionally and physically exhausted to even look at my ask box or interact with y'all 💔

But y'all have always showing me love through liking, reblogging and commenting on all of my fics and that makes my heart swell❤

Fortunately, my job isn't a permanent one and in a few months I'll have to stop it due to an upcoming surgery I'll have have go through and that will give me the perfect time to continue writing my novel and write on this blog too❤

So this is NOT a goodbye, bitches👀 just my way of saying "I'm still in this bitch, but just chilling"💋.

Wishing everyone a happy Friday/Saturday, sending y'all all the love and positive energy❤.

I love you and always will.

(P.s. once I'm having my breakthrough with my novels, I'm taking all of y'all fine asses out to dinner 🌹)

[choiceskatie]

Your Honour (Thomas Mendez x MC)

Book: Mother of the Year

Warnings: filth NSFW 🍋

Author’s Note: @ao719 and I have both come to the conclusion that even if Thomas may publicly gives off sub vibes, he is an absolute freak behind closed doors. We are prepared to throw hands if anyone tries to argue us on the matter. This fic is a result of our thirsting lol. Thanks to my girl for pre-reading this for me!

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Thomas lifted his head from his sky high stack of contracts as he heard a knock on his office door, calling for them to come in. He smiled brightly as he saw his wife of two years walking in, grinning at him and shutting the door behind her as she carried a white container.

"Hello, gorgeous." Thomas got up from his desk immediately, walking round to greet Tara with a sweet kiss on the lips, but his wife had other ideas, sweeping her tongue into his welcoming mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled back with a chuckle as he quirked his brow at her. "That was a warm welcome."

"You know there’s always plenty more where that came from," she winked with a smirk as Thomas laughed warmly. "I brought you lunch".

He took the container box from her as he pulled out the seat opposite his at the desk for her. He opened it immediately, looking back up at her curiously. "Honey..."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"These are doughnuts."

"Mmhm?"

"Is this meant to be dessert?"

"No, Thomas, it's not. It's lunch. I know I'm a greedy slob but it's not my fault! Blame your son!"

Thomas broke into a loud laugh and smiled fondly, choosing to ignore her tone with him, as his gaze fell her to stomach, still relatively flat to a stranger's eye in her floaty dress but finally showing a round bump when bare. Tara was now 22 weeks along in her pregnancy, and they had recently found out they were having a boy. They'd both said they were happy with either as long as the baby was healthy, but deep down they were elated, more so Thomas at finally having someone on his team at home. They'd chosen to wait until her 20 week scan to tell Luz and Zoey, since Tara was constantly worried about something going wrong. Thomas scalded her every time she referred to herself as a 'geriatric mother', telling her she was only 34 and that they didn't even use that phrase anymore. Not that she ever listened.

Luz and Zoey were both ecstatic, until things set in as they were now of the age to truly understand what their parents had been doing to conceive their baby brother and their faces crumpled in disgust. Thankfully, at 13 they both still loved kids and were beyond excited for the arrival of their new family member in a matter of months.

"Since when does the little man want doughnuts?" He chuckled, adding "that's a new craving."

"Monday," she groaned. "I've been getting them everyday whilst you're at work and eating a whole box to myself and it's still not enough! When you fall asleep at night I lie fucking salivating, thinking about damn doughnuts! I'm going to end up 500 pounds after this pregnancy!"

"Christ, Tara. A box a day? If you don't end up that, you'll end up with diabetes!"

"It's not my fault! It's yours! I never had any bad cravings with Zoey. It's your bad sperm making me fat!"

Biting down on his bottom lip to supress a laugh and resisting the urge to roll his eyes at her dramatics, Thomas tried to press the real issue. "Honey, you really need to try and ignore your cravings every once in a while. I know it must be hard but we need to think about-"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have a vagina? I must have missed that at the conception."

He narrowed his eyes looking at her, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "No, I don't."

"Ohhh, that's right! Well guess what, Mr Mendez, no uterus, no opinion!"

He crouched down in front of her, smoothing his hands up and down Tara's thighs to soothe her. "I'm sorry, I just worry. The most important thing in the world to me is for you and our baby to be healthy."

Tara let out a sigh, looping her arms across his shoulders. "I know you do, I'm sorry. You're only trying to help and I bit your head off." Her lower lip trembled as her eyes began to shine with unshed tears.

"Hey, hey, hey." He gathered her in his arms, pressing a kiss into her hair as his hands ran up and down her back. "Sweetheart, it's fine. I just don't want you having any health problems down the line. If it’ll help, I'm going to eat healthier too. I want to experience as much of this as possible."

She pulled back to look at him, smiling at him. "I'm sorry, this second trimester is kicking my ass. My mood swings come out of nowhere."

"No, I'm sorry. You're carrying our baby around and I'm moaning at you." He grazed his knuckle over her cheek and tucked a stray hand of hair behind her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She shut her eyes and pushed her lips out in a pout, eliciting a chuckle from Thomas as she silently asked for a kiss.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth softly to her plump lips, but the kiss quickly grew more passionate from two eager sides as his tongue slowly curled with hers, and his hands travelled leisurely down her back to pull her against him, cupping her ass. She pulled back with a tug on his lower lip, his returning groan already turning her on more.

He rested his forehead against hers as he whispered to her with closed eyes. "In actuality, I'm rather enjoying these pregnancy hormones."

“You know... there is a way you can make it up to me."

"Hmm? How's that?"

"By taking me on your desk." His eyes flew open as he felt his face begin to burn. Tara's eyes fluttered open as she giggled noticing his flushed complexion. They'd been together for four years and every time she flirted with him it came out. In all honesty, it was one of the reasons she loved him so much.

She felt a rumble of laughter originate in his chest before it came barrelling out. "Are you crazy?"

"What?" She shrugged. "We've done it before."

"I'm sorry, when have we ever had sex in my office before? I hate to break it to you, honey, but I think you may be remembering a past encounter with a different man!"

"Oh, shush with the dramatics, Thomas, we're not in the courtroom." She rolled her eyes at him as he chuckled. "Remember your company Christmas party the year we got married? You had some files to pick up on our way home to take home over the-"

"Oh my god. I completely forgot about that. I'm surprised the doorman even let us in, I don't think I've ever been so drunk in my life."

"Well, he did, and you fucked me-" Tara tapped on the desk with a small pause "-right here! She grinned widely, her eyes taking on a faraway look as she reminisced. "Aw man, those were the good old days, before you put a sugar crazed demon in my belly."

"I'm sorry, does creating life with one another not fall into your category of 'good days'?"

"Point taken. The other good days!"

"Tara, I can hear my assistant biting her nails when I'm in here alone. There's no soundproofing in this office at all." He smirked as he leaned in to kiss her neck. “Unless...”

“Unless what?” She shivered as she got lost in the feeling of his lips moving up her neck.

He sucked on her pulse point before whispering in her ear. “You promise to keep quiet for me, like a good girl.”

She bit her lip to supress the whine at his name calling. He knew how much she liked it but she wasn't letting him win that easily. “I think I’ll manage, your honour.”

He smirked at her eager response. She was trying to even the playing field. And it was working. “Oh, really? Because as I recall, there’s only one screamer in this marriage, and we both know it’s not me.”

And with that, he pounced. His lips latched onto every bare patch of skin available as he desperately hiked her dress up around her hips, pulling her out of it a moment later and throwing it over his shoulder, not giving a damn where it landed. He undid her bra clasp with one hand as the other explored her body, Tara sighing in relief when her swollen breasts broke free, leaving her in only her thong.

He tore himself away, looking at the beautiful specimen sitting in his office chair, feeling himself strain uncomfortably against his slacks at the sight of her perfect curves, plus the new addition. He bent down to press a soft, but lingering kiss on the bump now on full display. Tara smiled and cradled his head as he did so. At times, she was overwhelmed by Thomas' love and involvement in the pregnancy. He went with her to every appointment, held her hair back every morning when the first trimester morning sickness hit, cooked dinner for her and the girls every single night, not letting her do any jobs in the house. He did everything in his power to make her happy, and the stark contrast to her first pregnancy made her emotional.

Alas, her sentimental thoughts were cut short by Thomas' thumbs grazing over her nipples, instantly bringing them to hardened peaks. "Mmm... so reactive to me."

She bit her lip as she moaned slightly, pressing her legs together to relieve her pulsing centre. "I think you'll find it's the pregnancy, my love. Although, that tongue of yours-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, his lips had latched onto one of her nipples, flicking his tongue and sucking. His thumb and forefinger pinched and caressed the other, showing both equal attention.

Tara began writhing in the seat, clutching at Thomas' shoulders for anchor. He kissed across her chest as he switched nipples, bringing his free hand down to caress her sides when he felt her hips bucking. Now that he'd noticed, he heard her voice coming out in shaky breaths as her back began to arch of the chair. “Fuck, Thomas, don’t stop.” He kept his eyes locked on her face, dewy and flushed, her heard thrown back on the chair. She let out a moan from deep within as Thomas scrambled to cover her mouth with his large hard, feeling her bite his skin as her body arched in ecstasy. He softly swirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh as her trembles began to subside. He pulled his mouth away with great difficulty as he looked up at her with wide eyes.

“Did you just...?”

“Oh my god.” Tara covered her face with her hands, cringing as Thomas pulled them away. For the first time in their marriage, it was her turn to blush profusely as Thomas looked at her in awe.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tara bit her lip through a giggle as Thomas leaned in to kiss her deeply, before pulling back to whisper to him, "I told you. That mouth is your prized possession."

And it was his turn to be the blushing fool again.

"My turn to take care of you," she grinned as she leaned in to kiss his neck, starting to undo his shirt buttons with quick and nimble fingers.

He groaned as she took his ear lobe in her mouth, biting softly as she got to the last button and rid him of his clothing.

"As much as I like the sound of that...” He grabbed her by the waist and stood, lifting her easily as her legs instinctively wrapped around his firm body. "Not today, sweetheart..." He walked to the side of his desk, sweeping off the mountain of documents in one go. "Today is about testing you...” He lay back onto the hard wooden desk, Tara's hips straddling him as he moved them backwards to the centre of the table. "Today is about bringing you to the brink of pleasure and you keeping that dirty little mouth of yours shut whilst I do so...” He rolled his hips into hers as his large hands gripped her waist and she let out a gasp. "Today is about seeing how far I can push you without you screaming my name. Can you do that for me, baby?"

Tara stared at him, dumbfounded. Thomas liked to take control in the bedroom and she welcomed it. She loved being the only one to witness this side to him, an extreme version of the man he could be standing up in court. But this was so much more. No matter how much control he took, he was normally still putty in her hands. But today was role reversal. She had never been so desperate and needy for him, the evidence of such soaking through her flimsy lace underwear onto the crotch of his suit trousers. She shook herself out of it, plastering on her usual smirk to regain some composure.

“My, my, Mr Mendez. No foreplay? That’s not like you. Getting right to it, are we?” He smirked as she reached for his belt buckle to free him of his remaining clothing.

He gently caught her hand as he quirked a brow at her. “Who said anything about that?" He reached his legs under her thighs, gripping her hips as he comfortably held her entire weight in the air, pulling her closer and placing her hips right where he wanted them. On his face. He breathed her scent in deeply, groaning as his cock jumped in his pants.

She was a goner.

He frowned as he realised she still had her underwear on, dipping his thumbs into the material.

“Now, fuck.” Grab. “My.” Pull. “Face.” Rip. He flashed her a smirk as he pushed her hips down onto his eagerly awaiting tongue, sliding through her wet folds before his lips latched onto her clit, her mouth instantaneously falling open in a loud moan.

He pulled his face back with great difficulty, replacing his tongue with his thumb, subbing in to rub her in slow circles to keep her going as he spoke. “What did I tell you about keeping the noise down, hmm?”

Tara gasped as he pinched her nub, her hands instantly grabbing hold of Thomas’ shoulders as her head fell backward. “Ohhhh god, I - fuck,” she struggled to get her words out as his lips latched back onto her, sucking incessantly on her bundle of nerves. “I, fuck. I object.”

He smirked as he pulled back, again replacing his mouth with his thumb. “Overruled.”

She let out a loud moan and Thomas broke contact completely, leaving her whimpering.

“If you’re going to be naughty rather than acting like my good girl, then you’ll be treated as such.” He reached behind him, pulling open his top desk drawer and pulling out the first thing he felt. “Bend down.”

She did as he said, confused yet unbelievably aroused by his attitude and words, nearly face to face with him as she rested her weight on her palms. A moment later, he revealed a light blue silk tie, running it through his hands before pulling it taut at each end.

“If you can’t be quiet, then I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

Tara’s eyes widened as her face broke into a grin, far too eager for her husband to punish her. “Yes, your honour,” she breathed out sexily, trying to get him as riled up as she was.

He chuckled noticing her reaction, a momentary break in his dominant façade. “I love you, so much.”

He bunched the tie into a ball, shoving it into her waiting mouth as her plump lips latched onto it. “Is that alright?” She nodded and shot him a wink and he smirked. “Knock on the desk if it's too much." She nodded and he let out a sultry smile. "Good girl."

His mouth yet again found her centre as her hands fell to his thick hair, pulling him even closer. His tongue moved against her at an overwhelming rate, occasionally dropping down to her opening and drawing more wetness out from it. He could feel her getting closer, her hips gyrating against his face as her legs began to tighten around his neck. He pulled back long enough to command her, "Ride my face, Tara. Fucking ride it. I want to watch as you come all over my tongue." She moaned against the tie gagging her as she followed his orders. She grinded and rolled her hips against his welcoming tongue, standing rigid as he watched her eyebrows come together and her jaw clenching as she bit into the silk. Her hands gripped onto his hair, pulling tightly and his responding groan was enough to push her over the edge, the vibrations going straight to her core. He watched as her eyes shut tightly and heard a muffled scream against the offending material blocking the noise.

He continued to lap at her slowly, bringing her down from her high until she collapsed against him. He pulled the tie from her mouth as her saliva dripped out, the erotic sight only making him harder.

He curled one arm around her waist as he slowly flipped them over, the other going to cradle her head as he lowered her onto her back. He moved up her neck in slow, open mouth kisses and whispered, “are you okay?”

He looked back to see a satisfied smile on her face. “Fantastic. Remind me to bring you doughnuts again tomorrow.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “All you need to do is ask, and you shall, receive sweetheart.” She pulled his face to her mouth, kissing him deeply as she tasted herself on him, licking around his lips before pulling back.

“Mmmm, and receive I did.”

“Are you ready?”

She mumbled in a daze. “For?”

Suddenly his weight was off her, standing by the desk as he waited for her to open her eyes. They fluttered open softly and she watched as he crooked a finger at her, beckoning her towards him. She pushed herself up on shaky arms and sat upright, a surprised yelp leaving her mouth as Thomas grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He pulled her back ever so slightly, lowering her feet onto the ground as her chest met his desk, back arching as he held her by her hips.

She felt him behind her, teasing her opening with his swollen tip, the position exciting her. “Spank me, Thomas.” She heard him take a shark inhale of breath, and then... Slap. She gasped as Thomas’ palm connected with her ass cheek, softly, experimentally, but with enough force to have her clit pulsing with need again. “Fuck. Do it again.” Slap. This time had her body jerking forwards, the sharp pain of the skelp instantly melting to pleasure as he rubbed it soothingly. Slap. The final blow nearly made her body give out from under her, a loud moan falling from her lips as she recovered from the excitement.

Thomas felt mad with power, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to hear every beautiful moan coming out his wife’s mouth as he ravaged her.

Her clit began to tingle with want as she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle coming apart, Thomas pulling his pants and boxers down enough to allow his throbbing length to spring free. “I’d grab hold of that desk if I were you. You’re going to need something to hold onto as I fuck you senseless.” And with that, he entered her in a single deep plunge, both of them moaning as he buried himself inside her, his hands found her hips and his head fell back. “Fuck, Tara, you feel so fucking good. I love the feeling of your tight little pussy clenching to take me.” He gave them both a minute to get used to the feeling. Tara adjusting to his size as he bit back a cry of pleasure at her walls enveloping him.

He felt her pushing her hips backwards, the tell tale sign she was ready. That was all he needed. He started off with slow and controlled, yet deep, movements, trying to prolong the moment as he bent over her, massaging her breasts with both hands as his hips moved expertly against her. He'd only fucked her last night, and it had already been too long since he'd been inside her, marvelling at how he'd even lasted this long without her, and how good it was, every. single. time. A thin sheen began to spread on his chest and forehead as he did his best to hold back his primal urges, until he got that magic word.

"Harder,” she whined. “Go harder, Thomas." He pulled back almost completely, slamming back into her as he instantly hit her spot and she cried out. “Oh fuck, right there.”

“There? Is that the spot, Tara?” He grabbed onto her long brown hair, curling it round his wrist as he yanked her back, her back hitting against his bare chest.

“Y-yes.”

"Touch yourself." Her shaky hand fell down to her clit as she began to circle it, the overstimulation throwing her head back onto Thomas' shoulder and he thrusted into her, continuing to hit her spot with each drive of his hips. She bit her lip through a loud moan and he reached up with his spare hand, taking hold of her jaw and prying her mouth open.

“Let me hear you." He slipped an arm around her body, landing on her hand as he increased her own pressure, both of them rubbing her together. He continued pounding into her, the sound of her whining and their bodies slamming together nearly pushing him over the edge. Their mouths met in a sloppy and desperate kiss, both dangerously close to falling over the cliff.

"You feel incredible,” he groaned as he felt a familiar tingling at the base of his spine, accompanied by the fluttering off her walls around him. “You’re close, aren’t you?"

"So fucking close."

Tara nearly burst into tears at the aching emptiness she felt as he slipped out of her with no prior warning. She snapped her head back to glare at him as she saw his smirking face. I'm going to kill you. “Thomas, what the hell! Don't stop now!”

He suddenly flipped her over before growling, “I need to see the look on your face when I make you come.” He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and entered her again, this thrusts coming fast and frantic as the position allowed him to go even deeper. She held onto the edge of the table as he felt her beginning to flutter around his cock again, thanking the heavens she was close before he ended up erupting inside her.

"Oh God, that's it, Thomas. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"It's time, Tara. I want you to come. Now, baby." And boy, did she follow orders well. She screamed his name as her back arched from the desk and her hands scrambled to grab hold of his muscular arms.

He thrusted through her climax as her release coated him. She mustered enough energy to open her eyes, facing him in an intense stare down as she whispered, “come for me, Thomas. Give me it all.” He pulled her hips into him one final time as he finally let go and emptied himself inside her, following her into a sea of ecstasy with a loud yell. They remained that way for a few minutes, him still pulsating inside of her as their breathing returned to normal.

He slowly pulled out, bending down to gather her into his arms and carrying her over to the sofa in the corner of his office, pulling her against his chest with a contented sigh. "You're incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself, counsellor." They shared a chuckle as she curled into his side peacefully. After a few blissful minutes of cuddling, sweet kisses and exchanging satiated smiles, an alarm went off on Tara's phone.

She groaned as she stood from Thomas' embrace, missing the warmth of his body instantly. "I need to go pick up Alma, she's coming with me to the bake sale since you've got that meeting." She walked over to grab her dress, which was hanging from a bookcase at the other side of the room. As she picked it up, her eyes widened and she quickly spun around to face her husband.

“Thomas! I don’t have underwear to put on, I’m wearing a dress and it’s windy outside!”

He let out a loud laugh as he stood from the couch, zipping his pants and redoing his belt buckle. He found his shirt by his desk, slipping his arms in and turning to Tara. “I’ve got,” he pulled up the cuff of his shirt sleeve as he checked his watch, “45 minutes until I need to be at court. Let’s go buy you some sexy lingerie to wear for me getting home tonight.”

Her eyes widened slightly as she giggled. "Mr Mendez, you are utterly insatiable. What am I going to do with you?"

"Only the dirtiest of things I hope, my dear wife." He slapped her ass as she let out a yelp, giggling as they helped each other dress.

The pair walked out of his office, Thomas locking it behind them before turning around to see several wide eyed colleagues staring at the two of them, before snapping their heads back to their computers. He'd never seen any of them so intently interested in their work in his life.

“Ahem, I em-” he cleared his throat as he placed his hand on the small of Tara's back, guiding her to the elevator as quickly as he could without drawing more suspicion. He pressed incessantly at the button, avoiding eye contact with everyone including his wife before the doors finally opened to a miraculously empty space. Once they were finally alone, he let out a sigh and lifted his head, Tara bursting into a fit of laughter at his complexion. It could only be described as burgundy. "I may need to work from home for a few weeks." He raked his fingers through his hair and down his face as he wondered how he was going to ever return to his office.

"Suits me. That way we can make it a daily occurrence for me riding your face.”

He eyed her with a quirked brow and crooked smile. "Don't make me take you in this elevator."

"I dare you."

[willowser]

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HELLO ! i am so excited to announce this blog has reached 500 followers ! ٩(♡ε♡)۶ to keep it short, i never, ever expected to reach even 50 followers, so to be here with all of you has been such a joy and i'm beyond flattered you have all stuck around with me ! i'll get a little mushier in the cut below, but i just want to let you all know that:

I'LL BE TAKING REQUESTS -- just five, just for now !

✿ can we try and take the high road? (though we don't know where it ends) — megumi x reader

✿ making everybody jealous when they step into my house — kirishima x reader

✿ you feel like home (you're like a dream come true) — bakugou x reader

i've yet to release an actual fully chaptered fic because deadlines and expectations make me nervous -- but i want to give back, so i will do my best with the time i have and the options you choose ♡(｡- ω -) they'll be in drabble form, 3-5k words, and i'll write for just about anyone from JJK, BNHA, and AOT ! (anon that asked me to write something for maki: i have not forgotten you and will be doing that, just because i haven't stopped thinking about it aksdhfah)

just send me a message with your request and i'll pick the five most popular ones ! i'll try to get them out on a consistent basis, though i do have two big things coming up. i'll be posting links to all five things here, in this post, if you want to be able to find them !

now for the (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡:

before i started posting on ao3, and then eventually here, i had taken a very long break from writing -- i had quit, honestly, and it was so stressful that i didn't want to do it any longer. i've been in critique based writing groups for years now, writing original fiction, and it just became week after week of getting torn to shreds. i've mentioned it very briefly, but i felt like everything everyone was telling me only meant that i had zero talent as a writer and had no idea what i was doing. i abandoned those groups, an entire novel i had written and planned to publish, and would nearly cry at the thought of trying to write again.

whenever i plan or plot something out, i tend to do it as i'm laying in bed at night and preparing to sleep, and i began to have literally so many fanfiction ideas that i had to get them out of my head -- there simply was no room left LOL and you take me the way i am is one of the first things i wrote and i decided to post it because -- fuck it. i've written on FFN, on wattpad, on mibba, on QUIZILLA FROM BACK IN THE DAY, so getting 10 views and 1 comment is entirely what i expected, if i was going to get lucky.

and i got very, very lucky ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

i've been on tumblr for a long time -- half my life at this point -- and i have followed blogs that are in the very same position i am in now: with lovely people in the ask box, sending sweet messages, giving compliments i still don't know how to accept, and it's all very surreal to me. this probably is coming off so cheesy and perhaps unnecessary, but i have seen this scene from afar and never, not once, in my life expected to have what i have. i'll always be thankful for it.

getting any nice words, any at all, is such a contrast to what i've heard for years about my own writing, and falling back in love with writing fanfiction has genuinely given me the passion that i lost. i love to write, i'm happy to do it and share it with the world, even more pleased that it's enjoyed ! so once again, for all 500 of you lovely dears:

[amenomiko]

Pic made in Picrew.

IkeSen MC is a Fighter and She's in Action

-Applying My OC MC here ❤❤❤. Please refer to "IkeSen MC is a Fighter" Fic or scroll down to read about her background in my page 🌸🌸🌸-

What if..

They went to the future and she have to go back to her old duty for a while (even though the Mafia Family knows her condition and approved to whatever she wanted to do, but at times they need her service since she is among the upper level of the family. Basically she is in action.)

Nobunaga

Casual shirt and pencil skirt is mmhhmm THAT thigh and black panty hose.

Will roll her eyes to his smirk. OBVIOUSLY he was CHECKING her out.

Before Hideyoshi could sense for the enemy, she already shield him from the bullet and fire the shooter back swiftly.

Which was very..... Cool--That serious face that didn't even wince despite having a grazed wound on her shoulder.

He was flabbergasted but that action itself enough to show her side that swoon his feet.

"You are really a queen, even in this era hm?"

"What? Isn't it enough for me to be your queen?" She giggled as they shared a kiss.

Hideyoshi

"I will handle this, Anata.".

"You always protected me. It's my turn to protect you when we are here." She winked at him.

His eyes followed when she scrapped her skirt to pull out another hidden gun that are strapped to her thigh.

She was so beautiful when she wield two guns in both of her hands, her eyes glint; showing her real face when she was aiming for her prey. Which didn't escape his lips,

"You are so beautiful."

It distracts her for a while and she nearly shoot her own companion and were nagged at later.

Masamune

"Oho?? A fight?? Aweso-"

Masamune's intention was nothing but to protect his wife, but he blinked in surprise when he realized his swords were not in reach.

She already wield it in her hands, standing in her fighting position. "I'm the Left Hand Woman of ____ Mafia Family, Ame Rie." She smiled with pride as she continued, "And I'm the wife of the One-Eyed Dragon, Date Masamune! Prepare yourself!!"

"She didn't say she is the Goddess of Death huh? That's a new introduction. Heh." One of her companions chuckled as another added, "Showing off that she is married to a legend huh?"

"Of course. One-Eyed Dragon is her idol afterall."

He flushed so red, muttering, "I didn't know about that--" While the others laugh and whispers, "Keep it a secret aye?"

Ieyasu

"Gather the wounded! Bring those who can fight to the front lines!" She immediately shred the hem of her shirt to apply torniquet on one of the underlings.

It was a first time Ieyasu saw her dominant side. Her leadership skill. Her serious look, her smile of confidence. Unlike the clumsy side she shown to him, the affectionate-motherly feature of hers.

"She really glows when she become like that, right?" Her boss smiled to Ieyasu. "Is it your first time?" As Ieyasu nodded, he nods as well. "I'm not surprised. Even though she is strong, she must be protected too. She become strong so her underlings won't be afraid of losing. So I would like to thank you for being there for her, spoiling her even." He chuckled.

"Of course. It's my responsibility as a husband." He smiled as both of their eyes met in the midst of the battle.

Mitsunari

He is ready to assist her in strategy of battle. But no, she have taken the lead herself.

Maps are not needed, she only define codes and positions, and they understand right away. Even though the underlings starts to decrease, she still protect the new ones and bring them to let them experience their battle tactics.

He admired her from afar, he find himself smiling ear to ear.

"Anata..! What's the matter? Are you injur- mmnn??"

He pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deeply, making the other companions bewildered and shocked. "No.. But don't injure yourself. I know you can do this but rely on me too alright? I wouldn't want my wife to be in danger when she is pregnant."

"Wh- Anata-- shhh don't!!"

"Hm? Why (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)?"

Then she was banned from involving into the battle after that.

Mitsuhide

*BANG!*

"5."

"Hooh. Not bad. But.."

*BANG!*

"That's 7 for me, little mouse."

"Wha?? Hey, that's unfair!"

Mitsuhide chuckled, as he turned to his pouting wife, pointing a gun at her head. "Sulking over the amount of enemies? Don't be childish, my dear wife."

She points her gun at his head as well. "People that are not from this time should just mind their own business than hogging all the enemies to himself."

*BANG!*

Both of them shoot the enemies that's about to attack from each other's spouse's back at the same time.

He grinned. "Heh. Not bad."

Before Mitsuhide could lean towards her, she pulled him down to kiss him first. "I win, Anata."

He smirked into the kiss.

Kenshin

She aim her blade to swing at her enemy, "Die, scu-"

*SLASH*

Kenshin did it first.

"Again?? Anata, can you not--"

"Don't disturb my fun, Rie. It's a rare occassion to be able to enjoy modern battle."

"Uhuh, I get it, but I told you to aim for short distance enemies only, right?"

"Hmh, boring."

"Sheesh! Our baby will wake up, that is why..!"

One of her underlings look at the pair of spouse with full of admiration and... weirdness. "Their baby are sleeping on the back of the husband and they can act as if it was nothing (　ﾟдﾟ).."

Shingen

"Shingen, get to a safe distance, this is the shooting area..! Shit..!" She turn around and shoot to one of the bushes, revealing a spy among it.

She cursed. He gulped to her change in tone.

"Damn it..! Not another bullet..! Anata, come here!"

"Huh- mmf!"

She shred her upper shirt, pulling out a small gun that were hidden in her breast pocket before pulling Shingen's head to bury his head in between of her chest, in order to shield him from the enemy.

Oh wow. The smell of her perfume is just-- woohoo. No, no, it's not the time to bleed his nose right now.

"Hmh. Try to aim for my husband? Not even 500 years could make it possible, trash..!" She spat. "You alright, Honey?" Her serious tone changed into those loving ones once more. "*Gasp* Anata..! Your nose is bleeding!!"

"That is.... So... Sexy." He smiled, nose dripping with blood all over.

Yukimura

"Anata..! Get behind me..!"

"Anata..! Look out!" *BANG! BANG!*

"It's okay I got thi-" She had pushed him to the side and flick a small dagger from the sleeve of her wrist and stabbed it through the enemy's chest.

"H-hey..! Just let me protect you okay- nnh!"

She pull away from the kiss, giving another peck on his lips before poking his nose. "Just take care of our baby okay, my dear wife?""WHA O//////O??" She run back to the battle before he could stop her.

Sasuke pat on his shoulder. "Hello "Wife.". Want to borrow a lipstick? You look pale."

"..Shut up Sasuke."

Sasuke

Hidden gun on her thigh. Check.

Mafia language, ORA ORA ORA check.

Mafia language 2, YANNOKA ORA check.

Black, silky panty hose, check.

Confident smug, check.

She was called as "Ane-san" by her underlings, check.

"Anata?"

He nod as he jot down, "Cuteness is still there when she call me, check."

"Anata, can you hear me? Looks like the enemies has stepped on your shurikens and some successfully bump on your wooden blocks.."

"Helped wife, check."

"Anata..!" She huffed,

"Where is ____?"

"Uhm.. Your boss volunteer to babysit?"

"..HE WHAT???"

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