#i just told a friend i was dealing with it pretty well

[fallingformatt]

BIRTHDAY SEX M.S.

bestfriend!Matt x fem!reader

summary: Matt can’t control himself seeing you in your black, little dress you’re wearing for your birthday, so he gifts himself to you.

warnings: THIS IS PURE FILTH!!! Fingering (f receiving) oral (m receiving) unprotected sex

word count: 3.4k

a/n: This one’s long, but I’ve had this scenario in my head for so long, I promise you won’t regret reading this. not proofread.

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It was my 20th birthday today, I didn’t want to do much for my birthday as I didn’t want to deal with the planning of everything. I decided that I was going to buy myself a cake and just celebrate by myself.

It’s almost 6 pm and it’s starting to get dark outside, I decided to blow out my birthday candles so I quickly got ready to be pretty for myself, I decided to leave on my pink silk robe after taking a shower and decided not to change into anything special. I put on some makeup and put rollers in my hair. A true housewife birthday. I sat down on the floor at my living room coffee table ready to light up the candles when I heard a knock at my door. Confused I get up to see who it is, I open the door and it’s Matt.

“Hey birthday girl! Happy birthday!” He says happily with a huge smile on his face as he gives me a tight hug.

“Matt, what are you doing here?” I ask confused by his unexpected arrival.

I scan him head to toe getting even more confused. He’s wearing oversized jeans that are only held on by his belt and a black t-shirt “Why aren’t you in sweatpants? Are you going somewhere?” I ask confused.

“No silly WE are going somewhere. Did you really think I was going to forget your birthday? That’s what best friends are for. C'mon get dressed, everyone is already there” Matt said keeping the big smile on his face. My confusion wasn’t cleared up not even a bit, why was he here, where are we going, and why is everyone already there?

Without saying anything he enters my apartment and walks to the living room plopping into my white, big couch. “Aw how sweet, you were gonna blow out your birthday candles, the cake can wait, get dressed,” he said as he pulled out his phone from the pocket of his oversized jeans. Still confused I walk past him and into my room to get dressed leaving a small part of my door open so I can hear him.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going” I shout from my room as I strip down from my pink robe walking over to my dresser to find a bra and panties. I pull out a matching black set. A sheer black mesh part for the bra with a small pink bow in the middle of the bra and the same cute little bow on the back of the thong.

“You’ll find out when we get there, get dressed quickly,” he says.

“Well I don’t know what to wear if I don’t know where we’re going” I angrily said and looked at the door as I put on my lingerie and was now headed to my closet.

Suddenly I hear fast footsteps coming towards my room and the next second Matt is in my room looking at me only in my lingerie. My eyes widen as he looks at me, staring me down and a smirk creeps on his lips.

“Well you know what lingerie to wear I think you’ll figure out what to wear,” he says teasingly.

I grab a pillow from my bed and throw it at him “Get out Matt” I shout.

He puts up his hands on either side of his chest making a ‘I didn’t do anything wrong’ face before leaving my room and once again sitting down on the white couch.

“Wear that little black dress you got, the one that shows off your ass every time you take a step” he shouts in a low voice from the living room.

My eyes widen as I hear the words coming from the living room “Matthew are you constantly looking at my ass?!” I shout angrily while sifting through my closet to find something to wear.

“You can’t blame me, you do look hot in that little black dress,” he answers.

'That's it, you know what Matt? I will wear that dress, just to tease you and get revenge for walking in on me changing' I thought to myself.

I quickly searched through my closet and my eyes lit up when I saw the dress Matt was talking about. It really was a small black dress, which I had worn maybe like 3 times total. The dress bearly covered my ass and the top of the dress was finished with a small lace trim. I quickly put on the dress and walked to the mirror which is located above my dresser. While looking at the mirror I take out the rollers from my hair giving me the perfect blowout look. I put in my favorite gold earrings, and touch up my lips with some lip liner and lip gloss, I put on my favorite kitten heels and finally spray on some perfume, which made me and the room smell like coffee and vanilla. I took a last look in the mirror and I was feeling myself, 'I look so good, good thing I did my makeup and put my hair in rollers' I thought to myself.

I walk out of my room and see Matt's head turning to look at me, his cheerful, innocent gaze turning dark as a lustful smile creeps on his face as he stares me down leaving his gaze on my legs and my ass.

"You look so good princess," he says as he gets up from the couch walking closer to me. "You ready to go beautiful?" he asks.

"Yeah let's go” I say as I walk past him heading for the door as I grab my little black channel bag that the triplets got me as a gift for my last birthday. It goes perfectly with my outfit.

Matt follows me outside and I lock the door behind me and we head to his car. We both get in and Matt pulls out of the parking lot. He starts driving and puts on some music as he drives. The inside of the car is dark and the only light is coming from the street lights but I still can see Matt if I look at him.

Im looking outside the window admiring the view as we pull up to a fancy restaurant. “We’re here,” Matt says and I turn to look at him and see him staring at my thighs while licking his lips. I turn my head to look back outside the window as I smirk to myself that my plan is working. I open the car door to get to out and purposely pop out my butt while getting out. Matt also gets out the car and locks it.

We walk to the entrance of the restaurant and Matt holds the door open for me. As I walk past him I nod my head as a ‘thank you’. While walking in further I feel Matt’s hand on my lower back guiding me to where we should go. We get to this big round table in the middle of the restaurant and everyone is sitting around the fancy set up table. I smile as I look at everyone and wave.

“I brought the birthday girl” Matt says cheerfully and pulls me closer to his side. Everyone wishes me a happy birthday and we sit down at the table and the only free seats were next to each other.

We all enjoy each other’s company and the delicious food while talking with each other. Through out the whole dinner I was ignoring Matt and not paying any attention to him, talking with everyone but him.

“Did you like the surprise?” Chris asks while sitting across the table from me. I continue the conversation, when suddenly I feel a cold hand creeping its way on my thigh under the table. My eyes widen and my head instantly shoots to look at Matt. He slowly turns to look at me and has a smirk plastered across his face his blue eyes growing dark with dirty intentions. I try to brush his hand off of my thigh but he wraps his hand tighter around my thigh as his cold rings dig in to my skin. I give up and try not to draw any attention to whats going on.

As the evening continues, I continue to ignore him, ‘if he wants to leave his hand on my thigh he can, but he’s not getting any of my attention’ I think to myself.

While I’m talking with Madi, Matt notices that I don’t care about his hand on my thigh. Mid sentence, I feel his hand sliding up closer to my core and my breath hitches. “Are you okay?” Madi asks with concerned expression. “Yeah I’m fine, where were we?” I respond still continuing to ignore Matt and not giving into his touch.

Suddenly I feel Matt’s hand moving even further, his fingers reaching and tracing my clothed clit. I squeeze my thighs together and let out a heavy breath, feeling myself getting wet. “Are you really okay?” Nick now asks me. I know this won’t end and I don’t want anyone to catch us so I had to lie, I try to gather myself so I can answer Nick. “I’m not sure, I think I need to lay down” I answer. “Oh, that’s not good,” Nick says, making a sad expression before continuing, “Matt could you take her home, and see if she’s alr-“ before Nick even got to finish his sentence Matt removes his hand from my thigh completely before he quickly gets up and nods to Nick. I also get up, “thank you everyone, this was such a great surprise, I’m so sorry it has to end this way” I say as I push the chair I was sitting in to the table. “It’s okay, get well soon” Madi said, I said bye to everyone and we left.

I rushed out of the restaurant heading to the car. Matt unlocked the car and I quickly got in. Matt also gets in and starts the car. “What was that” I say with an angry tone, “We could’ve been caught” I continue and look outside the window as the car starts to move. “Looks like the birthday girl knows how to get away with a lie. I know what you were doing, I love that little black dress” Matt says, his voice filled with lust. “We can’t be doing this, this is a bad idea, you’re my best friend, what if everyone finds out?” I answer with a question, still looking outside of the window. “It doesn’t matter, you’re the birthday girl” Matt answers.

The car was silent, I continued to stare outside the window when the thought of Matt’s hand on my thigh crosses my mind. I feel myself getting wet again and I bite my bottom lip as I look in the window seeing Matts reflection, I see his smirk as he continues to drive focusing on the road. As I was about to turn my head, I feel his cold hand on my thigh once again. I let out a small moan as I sink deeper into the seat. His hand moving closer and closer until reaching my heat, his thumb started rubbing circles on my clit. I let out a moan as I turn my head to look at him. Matt however does not take his eyes off the road, smirk still stuck on his face. I’ve never seen Matt like this, but thats why it’s turning me on even more, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but it feels so good.

He moves my thong to the side with his two fingers in one quick motion then proceeds to move his fingers up and down my heat before pushing two fingers in to me, I let out a loud moan throwing back my head, my hand reaching for the seatbelt so that I have something to hold on to. He moves his fingers in and out of me curling them giving me unimaginable pleasure. He continues to pump his fingers in to me, slowly increasing the speed. “Ohh fuck Matt, it feels so good” I moan out as I switch out the seatbelt for his arm to hold on.

I start to move my hips back and forth as I hold on to him. My breathing gets uneasy as I feel my orgasm coming. “Please Matt, don’t stop, your fingers feel so good” I moan. Matt still ignoring me and keeping his eyes on the road. “Matt I’m so close” I moan out and the next moment he pulls his fingers out of me. I let out a frustrated moan from the loss of contact. He’s still not looking at me, he’s ignoring me. “Please Matt, I need you” I say with a frustrated tone. No answer. “Please, I need you, I’m so close” I beg as I grind my hips against the leather car seat trying to release the pressure built up in my stomach. Silence fills the car as we stop at a red light. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, I really nee-“ I almost cry out looking at him, but before I even get to finish Matt turns his head, his eyes staring right in to mine and his fingers sharply enter me once more. I moan out but I don’t take my eyes off of his. He curls his fingers in me and his speed quickens. I quickly feel my climax coming and I put my hand on his pushing his fingers deeper. Two more thrusts and I feel the tension in my stomach releasing. I let a loud almost scream like moan still looking in his eyes, now both of my hands holding on to his arm as I ride out my high. I pant heavily and Matt once again turns his head to look at the road as the red light turns green.

I try to calm down my breathing as we pull into my apartment’s parking lot. I quickly get out, Matt following quickly after. I grab his hand and lead him to my front door as fast as I can. I unlock my front door and yank him in. He closes the door and with one swift motion he turns me around and presses my back against the door smashing his lips on to mine. He licks my lips asking for entrance and then his tongue explores my mouth. His hands running over my body moving from my waist to my ass to the bottom hem of my dress. He breaks the kiss and looks down at my dress “Oh god how I love that little, black dress,” Matt says in a dark but quiet tone.

His lips pushing onto mine again, my hands creep around, one stopping to rest on his chest as the other moves to the nape of his head. His hands travel to my ass once again, giving me a quick slap before grabbing and pulling on it signaling me to jump. I do just that and his hands move to hold my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist.

Continuing the kiss, Matt turns around and starts walking to the living room. He lays me down on the couch breaking the kiss. He looks to his side and a smirk creeps up on him as he stands up and quickly shuffles through his pockets pulling out a lighter. He lights the candles on the cake and I get off the couch and kneel so that I’m able to blow out the candles. “Make a wish, birthday girl,” Matts says his voice dark with a hint of pure filth. I close my eyes as I make a wish. I blow out the candles and open my eyes looking up at Matt. I see his smirk as he looks down at me licking his lips.

He reaches for the cake and brushes his thumb over the icing. He moves his thumb and pushes it against my lips. “Open,” Matt says firmly and I do as he says. He pushes his thumb in my mouth and I suck the icing off of it. “Mmmm, tastes so sweet,” I say as I look up at him innocently, teasing him. I brush my hand over his crotch, gently rubbing his dick. He rolls his eyes as he throws back his head, moan escaping his lips.

I quickly unbuckle his belt, causing his pants to fall to the floor. I massage his cock through his boxers and he winces. “Don’t tease me,” he says almost whispering. I don’t think twice as I hook my fingers on his Calvin Klein boxers waistband pulling them down. His cock slips out and smacks his stomach before falling. I lick my lips before grabbing his cock licking the tip. I lick from his tip to the base of his cock before moving my head back opening my mouth and wrapping my lips around his hard dick. I bobbed my head on his cock and pumped with my hand the part that I couldn’t reach.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes only to find him staring down at me his mouth slightly opened as he breathes out heavily. I continue to suck his dick and his hands move to my head, gathering my hair making a ponytail. While staring in his eyes I quicken my pace and Matt lets out a load moan letting his head fall back. “Oh you feel so good around my cock baby” he moans. His voice making my mouth water and I start to move even faster, loud slurps can be heard as I suck him off. “Don’t stop, I’m close,” he grunts out. He pushes my head further down his cock thrusting it in my mouth. Tears start to roll off my cheeks and my mascara with them. I look up at him and he lets a moan fall from his lips. I move my head a few more times before gagging as there’s no more air. He inhales sharply as he stops thrusting releasing his seed in my mouth and then moans. I move my mouth off of his dick, a string of saliva connected from his tip to my lips, I look up at him as I swallow his cum and he releases my hair.

He grabs my hand as he helps me get up before pushing me down on my white couch. He crawls over me and leaves a kiss on my neck before his hand moves to the cake and he breaks a small peace off placing it into his mouth. He pushes lips on mine and his tongue immediately entering my mouth. The taste of his tongue mixed with the sweet cake is driving me insane. I feel the wetness dripping down from my pussy and I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss before breaking it. “Matt, I need you in me,” I say.

Matt pulls up my dress enough to give himself access to my dripping hole. “I like your panties,” Matt says winking at me before quickly sliding them down my legs. “You’re so wet for me,” he growls and takes his cock in his hand pumping it a few times, then he starts rubbing it up and down my folds to collect my wetness before pushing his length in to me. “Oh my god,” I gasp as I grab on to his tattooed bicep. He starts thrusting into me with slow but hard thrusts. His head falls in the nape of my neck as he leaves kisses and occasionally sucking and biting on my skin. “You’re so tight, oh my god,” Matt moans as he quickens his thrusts. I feel my orgasm coming again.

“Matt don’t stop, I’m about to cum,” I whine as my walls close around his pulsating cock. Matt thrusts deep and fast, his tip kissing my g-spot. My hips shoot up, orgasm taking over me, my pleasure sending shivers down my spine. I start to shake as he continues to thrust in me deeper than ever before getting stiff. “Ohhh fuckkkk,” he lets out growl like moan, leaning his forehead against my collar bone as he bites my shoulder before planting his cum inside me as my legs shake as I’m coming down from my high.

He plops next to me trying to catch his breath. “That’s my birthday girl,” Matt says as he looks at me. “Did your birthday wish come true?” He asks and a smirk creeps up on his face. I grab a piece of the cake and shove it in his mouth, “shut up.” I say laughing.

[zweiginator]

SORRY ITS ME AGAIN

imagine w boy best friend patrick…. they’re hanging out w a few friends and one of the girls is like freaking out ab this boy and is convinced that if she kisses him then it’s gonna be a big deal, that kissing is basically akin to 3rd base, etc.

and eventually after everybody listens to her and gives her advice and convinces her that it’s ok to kiss somebody if they’re consenting and it’s going well and that she won’t go to hell, reader is like "honestly, it’s just a kiss! i promise you’ll be fine. i’ve kissed friends before!"

and patrick is like ????? bc reader has NOT shared this (non mutual friends). and it may end up with her kissing him in front of everybody and being like "see! no big deal 😀" and patrick’s brain is malfunctioning EFNSIDJS

idk tho

this...

like one of your and patrick's mutual friends is such a goody two shoes!! she gets so nervous about the tiniest things and she just doesn't want to come on too strong to her crush--but she really, really wants to kiss him.

which is why, at the little get-together you were hosting, she had come to you guys for advice.

"i just feel like--" she pauses. "i'll look so desperate wanting to kiss him."

you shake your head, tilting it back to take one last gulp of your drink. "no, i promise a kiss can really be no big deal. and it can show him that you're interested, but it doesn't necessarily mean anything inherently super sexual--and if you want it to move that direction you can just tell him."

she covers her burning face with her hands. your other friends at the table are agreeing.

"but that's so embarrassing. you're sure i can do this?"

"listen," you say. "i have kissed a platonic friend before and we're still just friends; it's truly what the kiss means to you."

it's then when patrick knows you're talking about him. one tipsy night when the stars seemed perfectly aligned. his car had broken down in early october and it was cold that night. of course, he was pissed off about it. screaming into the phone for someone to come help--and no, he didn't care how late it was just come and help.

you grabbed his collar and told him it was okay, to just calm down. kissed his forehead and then his lips. just a soft peck. one that conveyed it's gonna be just fine, rather than i wanna fuck you.

you tell your friends this story, and they're shocked. your and patrick's friendship was so sacred and so completely platonic seeming--to you.

everyone knows patrick wants to fuck you. wants you to be his forever and ever and ever.

everyone notices how quiet patrick is. he gets quieter when you re-emphasize your point by planting yourself in patrick's lap and kissing him, pushing your tongue into his mouth. your lip gloss stains his lips a pretty pink. and he moans when you pull away.

"see?" you climb off his lap. it's clear patrick is rock-hard. "doesn't have to mean a thing."

everyone knows patrick is fucking seething.

[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ 'BEST FRIEND.' ✧ 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗜 𝗦.

you and kenji being besties ( depends on how u guys see it ), reader is female based, pet names.

my first time trying to write for him bc omg the brainrot over this guy is too real,, 😭💜 also kinda bad i deeply apologize aa;;

. dividers by @/steddiecameraroll-graphics !! ⚾

BEING best friends with KENJI SATO for years ever since your high school days, the two of you surely have your own differences in a way, especially in terms of personality. You didn't even know on how you managed to be friends with him still, but you're always grateful for it, nonetheless.

For all the years, you remained by his side; even supporting him in anything he decided to do, and as the star player for the Los Angeles Dodgers in the Major League Baseball team. He won quite innumerable number of awards, thanks to his amazing performance on field, and has gained lots of fans all around the world, notably for some of the ladies who swooned over his mere appearance.

You're well-aware of his current popularity and position, but still-- you tried your best to be supportive all the time, even when sometimes your thoughts are trying to drag you back negatively about yourself.

As sweet as you can be, you can still be quite of a reclused person than he is; as he ever told you before.

Kenji is always known to be quite the opposite from you-- all confident and sociable to others in the public eye, often recognized to be quite the charmer as well. His overall presence has a major undeniable effect to most others without fail.

Yet, despite of all the fame he has, there surely are certain times where he actually felt lonely, even when surrounded by millions of people who actually adored him.

But knowing about your mere existence staying by his side despite everything; it makes him feel cherished and appreciated. Kenji is glad to have you, no matter on what he's doing and wherever he is at that moment.

WITH the random novel in your hands, you have decided to read for a bit while waiting for him to finish up at your usual secluded spot-- not too far from where he currently is, and pretty much a spot where only the two of you knew.

A few minutes have passed by, he finally arrives at the said area and seemingly searching for any signs of you, to which you didn't even notice since you're too engrossed with the book at the moment. Being hounded by countless of paparazzi and fans surely can be so overwhelming-- he's just glad to be able to make it out from there.

In spite of his somewhat exhausted appearance, a small smile manages to make its' way to his lips once his eyes landed upon your seated figure nearby.

"Finally," he reaches towards closer as to where you are, immediately getting your attention up from the book you've been reading. "I found you."

"Hey too, star boy."

You eventually closed the book and put it aside, allowing him to sit on the vacant spot properly next to you with a grin on your face. "Yeah, you found me."

Kenji may not admit it every so often, but he honestly could never get enough with the way you called him-- chuckling while doing some little stretches here and there before sitting next to you.

"Oh man, it's so tiring to deal with those interviewers and people around almost all the time, y'know." He mutters with a weary-sounding sigh, resting the back of his head against the wall behind him.

"I mean, obviously it makes me happy to know that there's quite a lot of people who supported me and stuff, but they can be a real pain in the ass to deal with." He shakes his head slightly over his own words that held the mere truth, which made you feel genuinely bad for him.

"I get you," you responded, leaning your head against the wall as well. "It sounds super exhausting to handle."

"It sure is."

"I guess that's just the way it is, if anything." He then rests his chin on the palm of his hand, which situated just right atop of his left knee while he stares off at the distance.

The feeling of people swooning and admiring him sure sounds so nice, but it doesn't really get rid of the feeling of loneliness that he has to experience at times.

"They just adored the persona I've shown to the world, not the real me."

You somehow get what he's implying, even when he seemed as if he wanted to sound at least a bit jokey, to which didn't really work on you. You could see right through him.

"Well, if it helps.." Unsure on what to say, but this needed to be done because clearly, he looks like he needs one.

"You have me." You genuinely reassured him, "I just hope that you won't ever forget that."

Your words alone have an instant effect on him-- managing to draw out an appreciative smile upon his features instead of his usual cocky look that he presented to others.

"Of course I won't. I'll hold onto your words."

He could tell the truthfulness behind every word you've said to him; suddenly shifting his gaze around to face you, before pulling you into a warm hug-- keeping his arms wrapped around your torso and burying his face into the crook of your neck unexpectedly, much to your own surprise.

It's one of the usual gestures that you would do with each other, so you don't know as to why this time, it feels a little different somehow, but you didn't push him away at all.

Instead, you returned the embrace while stroking the back of his hair tenderly, accompanied with a quiet hum. Your actions alone have prompted him to smile against your neck further-- finding it all soothing and relaxing, nuzzling into your warmth.

"You give the best hugs, I swear." Kenji audibly murmurs, which made the specific area on your neck to feel more ticklish than usual.

"Oh really?" A giggle escaped from you due to the ticklish sensation, which causes him to merely smirk in pure delight. "I feel honored."

Kenji begin to point out, lifting his head slightly and not entirely just yet. "I almost forgot that you're quite ticklish here."

"Shut up, you tease." You huffed with a playful eyeroll, shoving him off backwards from you a bit. "You know damn well I do."

It's easier to act all carefree when no one else is around you both to interrupt any moment you're having.

He simply laughs it off, still remaining on his seated spot despite your attempts of pushing him away from you. "Your reactions are priceless."

The baseball star player swiftly returns into doing on what he previously did-- embracing you even more, holding you so delicately within his strong arms alone.

Kenji doesn't even know on what's driving him to do any of this for much longer than intended. His thoughts are going a bit haywire, yet it made him feel comfortable in a way as well. Confused, but unbothered to figure it out himself for now.

You didn't really mind though. It felt too nice, in all honesty; simply reciprocating his actions without any signs of hesitation.

"You did amazing, by the way."

When the moment those words left from your lips, it managed to pull him out of his own reverie; pulling away slightly just so he can face you with an evident grin upon his sharp features.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"I was thinking of doing a mini celebration tonight."

"Oh?" You returned the expression that he's currently giving you. "Am I invited, then?"

He nodded almost instantly with a warm chuckle out of him, ruffling your hair despite your possible incoming protests.

"Of course you're invited, silly girl. Always will."

"You'd make everything more fun, and you're the only one who knows how to keep this bad boy in check, after all."

You merely and purposedly snorted out loud upon his words-- rolling your eyes comically before pinching his cheeks all of a sudden, which caught him off guard.

"Not so bad when I do it to you like this."

"Okay-- hey hey, stop that-!" He begins to sputter out complaints due to your actions, pouting as you didn't even try to stop from doing so. His hands are not helping anything either, which makes the situation more funnier than intended.

Despite everything he did, Kenji almost looked like a whiny puppy within your perspective.

It doesn't take long before the both of you ended up, quite literally, falling off from your seats though.

"Ouch.."

"It's your fault, geez.."

"Well, I love you too."

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are welcomed. all rights reserved.

[joeshiestyslover]

friend of a friend- c. sturniolo

pairing: dealer!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: after you lose your previous dealer, you friend hooks you up with hers. little do you know, you’re about to become his favorite customer.

warnings: language, mentions of drugs, suggestive content

a/n: i’m such a slut for dealer!chris i wont even lie to y’all. also, imagine chris can drive in this one

masterlist

lowercase intended

“do you have a good dealer?” you ask your friend, savannah. your last dealer ended up getting arrested, so you’re low on your shit and in desperate need of more. savannah looks up at you, “yeah, you want his number?” you nod at her question, “yes please.” she shares his contact with you and you quickly click on the number and begin to type out a text. 

you selling rn?

yeah what do you need

how much do you charge for an ounce

150

bet when can i get it?

whenever i’m home all day

he sends you his address and you put it into your maps, seeing he’s only about a ten minute drive from savannah’s house. you look up at her, grabbing your keys, “i’m gonna swing by his house and get some shit. i’ll come back later and we can smoke, yeah?” she smiles and nods, “sounds good, see you later” you smile back at her and walk towards her front door, walking outside towards your car. you hop in and connect your phone to the carplay, setting up the gps. 

you drive for about ten minutes before pulling up in front of his house. you shut off the engine and get out of the car, locking it as you walk towards the front door. you stand in front of it for a few seconds before knocking a few times. you can hear footsteps inside the house and the lock clicks as the door swings open. 

well damn. 

on the other side of the doorway is probably one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. “what’s up?” he asks. “i texted you earlier about coming to pick up.” he smirks. “oh yeah. come on in.” he says, motioning for you to walk into his house. you cross the doorframe as he shuts the door behind him. “you wanted an ounce right?” he questions, looking you up and down subtly. you nod as he walks over to a jar which you assume holds all his shit. he then pulls out a bag of weed and hands it to you as you take out the cash. he walks back over to you and you hold the money out for him to take, but he just shakes his head, “nah don’t worry about it, i won’t charge you since it’s your first buy.” you raise an eyebrow, “you do that with all your customers?” he smirks at your question, “nah, just the pretty ones.” “well, thank you.” you smile at him a little. “oh i never got your name, i need something to save to my phone.” he smirks again at your request, “it’s chris. what about you, ma?” “y/n” you respond. “y/n” he repeats, “i like that name.” you feel your face heat up slightly, “thanks” “anytime, ma. is that all you needed?” he asks and you nod, “yeah that’s it. are you sure you don’t want me to pay?” “like i said, don’t worry about it. gotta make sure you come back.” you smile at his words. “thanks chris.” you begin to walk towards his front door. “see ya, y/n.” he calls out as you walk outside towards your car. 

you begin to drive back to savannah’s apartment, parking in the garage. you walk up to her door and open it, seeing her sitting on her couch. “you never told me your dealer’s hot as fuck.” she just shrugs, “you never asked.”

a few weeks have passed since your first deal with chris and you’re starting to run low again. 

hey can i come pick up?

of course ma

you want an ounce?

yea that’s perfect

come over then

you quickly gather your keys and wallet and walk out of your apartment towards your car. you get in and immediately pull out of your garage and drive to chris’ place. once you get there, you shut off the engine and grab your things before getting out and walking towards his front door. you knock and it’s only a few seconds before the door opens, revealing chris in a black wife-beater and some loose-fitting jeans and you can’t help but admire him. “there’s my favorite customer. how you doing, ma?” he asks with a smirk on his face. “i’ve bought from you once and i’m already your favorite customer?” you retort, sporting a smirk of your own. he shrugs, “just had to let you know. come in, i already got your shit ready.” he motions for you to cross the doorway. 

you follow him into the apartment, shutting the door behind you. he grabs a baggie and holds it out to you. you take it from him and begin taking out your wallet, “are you gonna let me pay this time?” chris shakes his head. “absolutely not. my favorite customer doesn’t pay.” you sigh at his response. “i feel like i’m taking advantage of you. don’t you have to make money?” he shrugs, “don’t worry about it, ma. i have plenty of customers to make up for it.” you sigh and open the baggie. “you wanna smoke?” you ask as a smile graces his face. “i thought you’d never ask, but i don’t wanna smoke your shit i already have some pre-rolled.” he walks over to his jar and pulls out a joint. you close the baggie and put it into your purse and take out your light pink lighter. you hand it to him and he takes it from you, “this is cute.” you smile slightly as he sits on the couch, patting the spot next to him. you sit down as he takes a hit and hands the joint to you. you take it from him and take a long hit, letting the smoke sit in your throat before exhaling. 

as you both sit in silence for a while passing the joint back and forth, chris speaks up. “you’re really pretty, y’know that?” you blush at his words and cover your face with your hands to hide it. “oh come on ma, don’t hide from me.” he puts out the joint and grabs your wrist, pulling them away from your face. you smile at him, “you’re really sweet chris.” he returns your smile “only for you, ma.” a beat of silence passes before chris breaks it. “what are you doing tomorrow night?” chris asks. “nothing. why you wanna do something?” he nods. “let’s go out.” “where do you wanna go?” you inquire. he smirks again, “you’ll find out.” you raise an eyebrow. “you’re not gonna murder me are you?” you ask playfully. “nah i don’t hurt pretty girls like you.” “if you say so.”

the next night, you begin to get ready for your date with chris. you take a quick shower before fixing your hair and doing your makeup. you pick out an outfit from your closet, a halter top, some cargos, and your converse. 

as you’re fixing your lipstick, you hear a knock at the front door of your apartment. you quickly gather your things and walk over to your door before opening it. “hi chris.” you greet the brunette boy in front of you. he looks you up and down with a smirk, “hey ma. you ready to go?” you nod and walk out of your apartment, shutting and locking the door behind you. “so where are we going?” you ask, walking towards his car. “the beach.” he states simply as he opens the passenger door for you. you mutter a “thank you” as you get in. he shuts the door and walks around the car to the drivers side and gets in, turning on the engine immediately after shutting the door. 

he puts the car into drive and begins driving towards the direction of the beach. he hands you the aux cord and you take it and plug it into your phone. you scroll through your spotify playlists and click one, putting it on shuffle. the song ‘sativa’ begins to play throughout the car. “y’know, i didn’t bring a swimsuit, chris.” you break the silence, but he just smirks. “don’t worry about that, ma.” you let out a small laugh, “okay.” you respond. 

after about ten minutes of driving, chris finally reaches the parking lot to the beach. you unplug your phone and move to open the car door, but chris stops you, turning off the ignition and getting out, moving to your side of the car and opening the door for you. he offers his hand to you and you take it as he smiles at you. 

chris takes a towel out of his trunk and walks over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he guides you towards the beach. you two walk in the sand before settling on a spot in front of the water. the beach is mostly deserted, the only people a couple hundred feet away from you. chris sets the towel down and sits down, holding out his hand for you to take. you grab his hand and sit down next to him. you look out towards the water and see the sun setting in front of you. you sit for a few seconds, admiring the view. “it’s so pretty.” you say to chris, your eyes still fixated on the water. “yeah it is.” chris replies and you turn towards him to see him looking at you. you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder, his left arm quickly finding your waist. 

the two of you sit there for a bit, enjoying each other’s company. “i’m glad you agreed to come here with me.” chris tells you. you lift your head off his shoulder and look up at him, “me too.” you see his eyes flicker down to you lips before coming back up to your eyes. chris leans towards you slightly, “can i?” he asks and you nod. he then leans in and presses his lips to yours, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. he angles himself so he can lie you down on the towel with him hovering over you. his hands travel up your shirt as he begins to plant kisses down your neck. you let out a sigh of contentment, and he lifts his head up, chris’ blue eyes meeting yours. “you’re so beautiful, ma.” he says with a look of adoration on his face. you lean up and give him a quick, soft kiss. 

chris sits up and takes his shirt and sweats off, leaving him in his boxers. “come on, let’s go for a swim.” he grabs your hands as you begin to undress as well until you’re just in your bra and panties. he leads you to the water as you giggle at his excitement. the both of you spend the rest of the night playing in the water and making out. as you enjoy your time with chris, you make a mental reminder to thank savannah for giving you chris’ number.  

[baekgufiles]

enha as your bf !

just an assortment of little actions i think they would do if being in a relationship g: fluff p: g.neutral s/o x enha wc: 0.45k

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── LEE HEESEUNG: letting you win at games. don't get me wrong, heeseung can get really, really competitive. but i think he's the type to purposefully commit some "mistakes" to avoid having to deal witha grumpy s/o. "saw that? i just beated your ass. you're not so good anymore, hm?" "you surely did, love"

── PARK JONGSEONG: remember details. i'm so sure this boy would be the sweetest, most carying bf to ever exist. he might even remember things about you you don't even recall yourself "love, what do you think about this one?" "you can't get that ice cream, we boguht it before. you didn't like that it tasted like coffee" "we did?!"

continue under the cut ^^

── SIM JAEYUN: spoil you. honestly i can see pretty much any of them doing this, but with jake it would go to another extreme. i mean, not really a surprise when he has offered to buy designer pieces for engene before. you can only imagine how wild would he take the treats in a couple "babe, i got you a little someth-" "don't you even dare to finish that sentence."

── PARK SUNGHOON: taking pics of you. we all know hoonie loves taking photos, but when i tell you he would have a whole collection! like we are talking albums full of instants, his gallery blowing up and even a freaking hard drive 'cause he would never be able to bring himself to delate a picture of you. "park sunghoon, delete that right now! i look like shit!" "you literally look adorable, i might even have it printed!"

── KIM SUNOO: surprise you. i feel like he would came up with new different things to do on dates every other day, and obviously you would never get tired of him rambling about that new place he wants to try for dinner or that one spot a friend has recommended to him because it’s amazing view “are you all ready now? remember to pack a bathing suit” “what do you mean bathing suit, it’s freaking snowing outside!”

── YANG JUNGWON: cook for you. or well, as least tried. he would be the type to try to express love through little actions, even though it's not of his strongest abilities "how did you even managed to burned down the microwave?" "jay-hyung told me to heat up the sauce" "...baby, you're supposed to pour the sauce out of the can first"

── NISHIMURA RIKI: take care of you. he would get worried sick at the minimum sign of discomfort on your face. however it was the reason, the flu, anxiety creeping in or even the slightest bit of motion sickness he would make sure to help you in any way posible “are you okay?” “the coffee is just too hot. is not that deep, baby”

@ baekgufiles masterlist

[imtryingbuck]

Birthday Bash

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,513

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff. don’t hate me!

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It’s been three months since Theo and Bucky got married and in those three months despite the rocky start, they had become closer than Bucky had ever been with a woman.

He’s had girlfriends, friends with benefits and one night stands and though they hadn’t made that step in their relationship yet Bucky’s never felt a connection like the one he had with Theo before. And truthfully it scared him a little.

The difference between the Theo they met three months prior to the Theo they knew now was huge. Don’t get it wrong she was still timid, sometimes finding herself going in to corners of a room or sitting on the floors or keeping her head down. And then there were times where she felt comfortable around everyone, she laughed along with everyone, and like right now she’s sat with Sam on the counter eating Oreo’s.

She had truly found herself being there.

Bucky stood by the archway watching the scene of Sam and Theo sitting there giggling like schoolgirls, he watches as Theo’s legs swing back and forth lightly listening to what Sam was telling her. The smile on his lips grew the longer he stared at her.

Bucky shared his thoughts, fears, secrets with Theo as they laid in bed at night when the rest of the world had gone to sleep. She opened up more about the suffering she went through, she told him about her dreams and hopes that she use to have when she was a child - it honestly broke his heart when she confessed that she didn’t have those same dreams and hopes now.

And with the help from Wanda her reading had improved massively, now at night when Bucky struggled to find sleep he would ask her to read to him - mainly just to hear her voice more and to see the look of pure excitement that lit up her face.

“You’ve got an admirer over there” Bucky heard Sam quietly say to Theo whose attention turned from the Oreo that she had been struggling to get ahold of to Bucky still standing there.

“Hi” she whispered.

“Hi pretty girl” god he loved calling her that just so he could see her blush. Though he wasn’t lying, to him she was hands down the prettiest woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“Hi Bucky, I know I’m so pretty aren’t I?” Theo couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s response, she laughs even more when Bucky replies with his middle finger in Sam’s direction.

“Anyway, Theo something got dropped off for you” Bucky handed over the white envelope, shrugging when both Theo and Sam give him a look of confusion.

Opening it she pulled out a card that read Happy Birthday. Bucky frowned as seeing the words upset that she knew his birthday and everyone else’s but he didn’t know hers. His and Sam’s frown deepen when they see Theo frown as well. Inside it read.

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Theodora,

Happy birthday.

From Michael & Eliza.

***

The reason for why she was frowning was because this was the first birthday card that she had ever received.

“Baby?”

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay”

“What does it say?” Theo hands him the card for him to read, it makes him angry with how plain and simple it is. “I didn’t know it’s your birthday”

“I erm, I was never allowed to celebrate it s-so it’s just another day” she shrugs it off as if it was nothing truthfully that’s how it was, it wasn’t anything special to her father so it wasn’t to her. Though she hated to admit that this simple card with hardly anything written inside meant a great deal to her. She was always jealous of watching from the corner of the living room as her fathers children would open their cards and presents on birthdays and at Christmas whilst she was the one that had to clear the destroyed wrapping paper.

Every year she was sure that there was more for her to clean than the year before.

“Theo-“

“It’s okay. I’m going to go and find Wanda and Nat” Before Bucky could say anything Theo had jumped down off the counter and already out of the kitchen.

The two men share a look that says the same thing. It’s time to celebrate her birthday.

Wanda receives a text from Bucky asking her and Nat to take Theo out for a few hours so he could get things ready. Wanda gasped when she found out it was Theo’s birthday. Knowing what Bucky was planning the two women who had grown extremely close to their friend’s wife decided to take her to dress shopping.

Whilst they were away Bucky already left to find the perfect gift for her. The other guys following so they could also get her something.

Store after store Bucky dragged his friends into trying to find the perfect gift for Theo, it was starting to stress him out until he came across the store that held something that he knew she would love and want.

“Buck?”

“Grab a trolley and get everything you can grab, all of you” Bucky said already pushing his trolley down the isle.

The moment ‘All Crafts’ came into view he knew he found the perfect gifts for her. Ever since Theo and Wanda went shopping for paints and were each learning how to draw Theo had became obsessed with painting. And she was amazing at it. Her paintings had now been hung up not only in their bedroom but in the living room and even his office.

He texted Wanda to ask to delay their trip and when she texted back saying that they were going to take Theo to the cinema to watch a comedy that they had wanted to see, Bucky smiled knowing that he had plenty of time to do what he wanted to do.

Six trollies full later Bucky left the guys apart from Steve to head into the Thrift store so he could see if the rug that had caught Theo’s eye when they went shopping was still there, and thankfully it was so Bucky brought that too. Soon enough him and the guys were heading home to get the plan in motion. On the second floor at the left end of the house sat an empty room, like Wandas library the room had large windows that not only let in natural light but also had the perfect view of the trees and the flower gardens.

It was the only room of the house she hadn’t gone in since she had arrived at his their home.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, Thor, Clint and Vis worked tirelessly to make sure the shelves that had been stacked on the floor since he moved into the house up on the walls. Laying down the rug and placing two of the canvases on the two easels he got, they placed the remaining canvases against the walls whilst Sam and Thor built the storage unit that Bucky had laying around for all the paints and brushes to call home.

Steve looked around the room proud of what they had managed to do in the little time they had, though something was off. There was something missing. “Buck, Theo loves the plants that Wandas got in her library don’t she?”

“Yeah why?”

“How about me and you head to where Wanda got hers from and get some?”

“Yes! Shit, shit where did Wanda get them from?”

“I don’t know, I’ll text her” Steve does as he says and once he finds out he and Bucky leave the rest to finish off, not like they minded and headed to get the plants that Wanda suggested in her text.

“Shit Steve their on their way back”

“Buck… we’re literally pulling up now”

“I know, I know but-oh fuck what if she doesn’t like it?”

“Bucky she’ll love it I’m sure of it, now help me get these plants out”

Bucky replaces the large plant for the fifth time only finding himself putting it in the original place when the front door shut. Rushing out of the room he shuts the door ducking under the red ribboned bow that Clint had done.

All the guys lean against the railing looking down at the three women with a sneaky smile on their lips, which had the two red heads looking up squinting at them and Theo giving them a questioning glance. Bucky made his way down the stairs going straight to Theo, placing a kiss to her lips before telling her that he needed to give her birthday present to her, shushing her attempts at telling him that he didn’t need to get anything for her, he took her hand in his and led her upstairs.

Turning the corner his heart thumping loudly against his rib cage terrified of her reaction to his gift to her. She frowned seeing the ribbon on the door, the expression deepening when he hands her over the scissors that Steve passes to him. “Here, I-I really hope that you like this”.

All the men wait with bated breath and the red heads wait in anticipation as Theo cut the red ribbon carefully hating that she was destroying something so pretty. Taking a glance back at Bucky who nods encouragingly, she wraps her hand around the brass swirl ball door handle turning it and pushing the white wooden door open.

The light gasp falling from her mouth had Bucky shifting from foot to foot, his heart aching as she turns to face him with tears glistening her eyes. “T-this-is this for me?”

“Yes, do-do you like it?”

“Just for me?” All of them hating the way her voice sounded so small and unsure of if this was really just for her or not.

“Yes baby it’s just for you” moving closer to her he takes her hands in his, squeezing lightly. “Do you not like it?”

“I love it. Thank you Bucky”

“You’re welcome my love, I will admit though that the guys did help too”

“T-thank you guys” they all smile at her and wave off her thanks as it honestly wasn’t needed. “Ca-can I go in?”

“Of course you can”

Taking timid steps, keeping her hand wrapped around Bucky’s - tugging him behind her as she explored the room that was just for her, just like how Wanda had her own safe space she now had her own.

Bucky’s stomach began fluttering as her bright blue eyes continued to shine and grow with each item she looked at. “We can get you a couch and a little table? And whatever else you want”

“Really? Thank you Bucky! T-this… you didn’t have to do this but I love it”

“Yes I did! I’m just sorry I didn’t get you more”

“This is the most I’ve ever received” she smiled and squeezed his hand.

Wanda notices the way Bucky’s body tensed so decided to pull their attention from one another to her, all of them feeling bad that none of them had the chance to wrap their presents for her, she shook her head telling them that they didn’t need to get her something which they tried to argue that they did.

Bucky and the guys stood in the foyer all dressed in suits waiting for the girls to retreat from getting dressed in Wanda’s bedroom. The guys couldn’t help but chuckle at hearing the girls singing… very poorly. When the door finally opened Bucky thought his heart was going to stop beating when his eyes met Theo’s.

Dressed in dark green cinched waist flared dress with butterfly sleeves - she learned that they were called that by Wanda. The white chunky short heels detailed with pearl strap, though the heels weren’t that big Wanda and Nat had to help her walk around the room trying to get use to them as she wasn’t use to wearing heels.

Wanda had loosely curled Theo’s hair whilst Nat was trying to decide which clutch would fit her friend’s outfit.

Standing at the top of the stairs taking in a deep breath, giving Bucky a tight lipped smile before linking arms with both red heads flanking either side of her, they descended the stairs.

“You… you’re so beautiful” Bucky spoke softly reaching out to take Theo’s hand in his, placing his lips to the back of her hand. 

“Thank you” she blushed at the attention of not only Bucky but from everyone there.

Arriving to the restaurant Bucky got out of the car first, opening the door for Theo he takes her hand in his. Being led to a private section by the hostess who had greeted them as soon as they got through the door, Theo sat next to Bucky with Wanda on her other side.

As they waited for their meal the conversation never died down, due to Theo shutting down when ever the conversation turned to her and her life the group began telling her stories of their lives and shared embarrassing stories about Bucky, much to his chagrin.

“Theo you should have seen his-“ Sam’s voice came to a halt when a shrill voice interrupted him.

“Bucky? Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you since the wedding!” Bucky tensed the second he felt Theo stiffen next to him. “I-it’s me Lucy” she reintroduces herself, heat raising in her cheeks out of embarrassment at having to do that.

“Right”

“What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying a nice night out with my wife and family, so… go away”

Theo’s eyes widen at hearing the way Bucky spoke to Lucy, she just knew that she was going to be in trouble with her father when he heard about the way the man to her left spoke to Michael’s favourite daughter. Her eyes moved cautiously back and forth between Bucky and Lucy as they stared each other down, the former looking unfazed and quite bored really.

Finally, with a huff and a stomp of her foot Lucy spins around and scurries out of the restaurant bumping into staff and customers on her way out.

“Are you okay?” Bucky turned his attention to Theo, watching as she nods with a smile he leaned in to kiss her.

As they left the restaurant after having such a wonderful night, full of laughter and conversations that flowed easily, the plan was to go to the ice cream shop just down the road that Wanda had suggested.

Bucky watched as Theo and Wanda walked slightly ahead arm in arm, smiling at how much different his wife had become from the woman they had all met months before.

It all happened in slow motion.

A sleek black car that none of them paid any attention to, began to slow down and before any of them had any chance to react they all heard five loud bangs one after the other.

As the car sped off with an ear painful screech Bucky’s heart stopped beating at hearing a scream.

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Rides to Lake Silberneherze Thoughts

It was great. The second major visit to Kjerag sees us return three years after the previous event to see how the nation has built itself up after the Saintess reforms the political system of Kjerag and accepts the Silverash clan’s plans to open the country to outsiders.

Degenbrecher is the main selling point of the event in my opinion and damn did they work hard to make her appealing. She’s not only very strong, very skilled, very pretty, and a lot less long-winded than the other politicians, she’s also got her own story. It’s quite beautiful to see someone immigrate to a new country and have it just be a story of finding a home you can settle with. She’s the kind of character who’s physically strong enough to survive hardship. And in a sense, she is emotionally strong as she does not hold any grudges against her old nations. Probably in part because she’s beaten up the ones she needs to and let go of what she doesn’t need. She’s very much her own person and she herself has decided she wants to stay in Kjerag as one of its people. Makes you think about all the immigrants who makes their homes in new countries and how that experience is unique to them.

Leto was adorable in this event. The way she takes everybody she passes by and makes them her friends is hilarious and wonderful. It’s also great that they made her a competent field operator. She was able to sense and threaten a Trillby Asher all by herself even if that went awry. She also knew when to call up her superiors when she needed help.

One of the best parts about her arc here is how they turn the classic father-daughter reunion on its head. Because for one, Tatyova, her mother, is alive and well. And seems to be perfectly capable of continuing to care for Leto. Leto ultimately doesn’t care about her father, as she should. Arctosz’s decision to make his family leave for political safety makes it obvious that he knows nothing about the wider world. His privileged upbringing means he has no idea about how others would treat a single mother and what it means for a child to grow up without a father. The thing that really brings it into perspective for me is the attack on Chernobog. If you don’t know how bad it was, read the Ursus Student Group side stories. It makes every excuse Arctosz make seem extra moronic. This story takes the “looking for a long lost father” trope and makes it an ode to all the mothers who had to deal with single-parenthood themselves.

Harold is quite interesting. He’s your classic bumbling high-spirited old man except he’s also a Victorian military officer. Like Degenbrecher, he’s someone who also adjusts well to Kjerag life finding work as a veterinarian and doing old man things. In spite of this, he remains loyal to Victoria and when told that he would need to attack the people he’s lived with for months, he ultimately sides with his country. This is an interesting contrast to bring in this story. About how some people would throw away their old countries while others would remain loyal. Though overall, he was just fun to watch. Especially when paired with Leto or others who humor him.

By far my favorite part of visiting Kjerag is seeing the Saintess and Enya and Kjarr do not disappoint.

Before I gush about yuri though, I should say I love how Enya, and especially her relationship with  Enciodes has evolved. She’s much more active in the goings-on of the nation and is willing to use the Saintess as a state official rather than just a ceremonial position. She and Enciodes managed to separate their personal lives from their work in nation-building and it’s so interesting to see it play out. Enya inserting herself when Enciodes tries to avoid more direct interactions. The whole banquet scene with Harold. It was great especially when they both admit that the Head of the Silverash clan and the Saintess have a similar vision and plan for Kjerag’s development and both go silent when others ask about the relationship between Enya and Enciodes Silverash as siblings.

Enya and Kjarr have to be the most wife and wife coded characters I’ve seen in Arknights so far. Like a pair well into their golden years, they have a mutual respect and trust of one another while still disagreeing on some issues. There’s also that sense of both of them playing an active role in the relationship rather than the usual one stays at home and one works sort of dynamic. I especially like when Kjarr is like “babe, are you sure I shouldn’t use my god powers?” and Enya keeps insisting that they can’t rely on god to fix things for them. And of course the eternal pestering of Kjarr for a statue adjustment. If she can’t ask Enya for it, she’ll let Degenbrecher and the Trillby Asher do it. I always love Enya and Kjarr and this has cemented my favorite Kjerag dynamic even more.

Lastly, I really appreciate the way they included the Doctor this time. It’s not the take control of a situation you’ve only been aware of for a few hours. Instead, they made reasonable assumptions about what others are plotting and taking a few small steps to push pieces into the best place possible. Kinda like how they can’t rely on Kjeragandr, they also can’t rely on the Doctor of Rhodes but that doesn’t mean either of them can’t do one small move themselves.

P.S. What do you mean Kjerag has a battleship under Lake Silberneherze. Though it might be more shocking that Enciodes expressed approval of Sciurus before Ratatos did AND that Ratatos liked Sciurus naming the battleship Walnut to mess with her kids.

[kaciebello]

hi, can you make a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin (female) reader please?

also, I'm really sorry about your chameleon!!

Drunken confessions

Masterlist Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Summary: Draco has a crush, and as a typical teenage boy, he has no idea how to deal with it. Warning: none author note: Sorry it took so long, this is way overdue. Also sorry it is so short but I felt like if I added more it would ruin it a bit. But I'm gonna be honest, I don't think you come to me for long fics. Btw if you see the pictures under each other and not next on pc, I am sorry, tumbler is tripping a bit. Word count: 1k Song: In My Dreams - Red Velvet

Slytherins were a proud house. Sometimes, they are too proud for their own good. But it’s not like somebody is going to tell them otherwise, and let's be honest, they are not going to listen to Rawenclar of Hufflepuff, and certainly not Grifindoor. Draco was aware of his pride and was proud of this too. There was just one person who would humble him any chance they got.

Sitting across him in the common room was a girl he despised. She was getting on his nerves just the way she smiled. She shared the same circle of high-up Slytherins as him, so he couldn't get rid of her. he tried once, but was shot down by the whole group. Sure, was he in another house, his friends might have said he had a crush on the girl. but he is a proud Slytherin, so he will never admit that out loud. Athou if you were to ask Matteo, he sure has a video of Draco crying hysterically over his crush.

it was only a short time before everyone returned to their own bedrooms. Draco stayed behind, finding himself nauseous when getting up. He was sitting there, nursing a small glass of water and staring at nothing with a blank expression. he could feel the sofa dip next to him but he could not be bothered. It’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder that he lifts his head.

There she sat next to him, flashing her pearly whites at him as if she wanted to blind him. His own smile crept on his face as he looked at her. God, he was whipped. She didn't say anything and Draco couldn't figure out if he was hallucinating. He didn’t want her to disappear. The girl let out a sigh.

“What are you doing here? It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed?” she says, looking all over his face for any sigh of exhaustion, or worse, some kind of mischievous spell.  Draco did not answer. Instead, he rested his head on the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling. The girl didn’t say anything like she was expecting him to be a moody teenager.

He could feel her take his class and place it on the table in front of them. He could smell her perfume every time she moved and it drove him crazy. She made herself comfortable. Arms resting on the back of the sofa looking at him, her legs thrown over his lap. Dracos put his hands on them without even thinking about it.

“Can I have a question? “ She says. draco turns his his head so they are face to face.

“shoot”

“what are we?”

“unshoot” a gentle laugh leaves her as he answers.

Silence falls upon them. To others, it might have been awkward, but to them, it felt comforting. If Draco had to put any labels on them, he would write giant ‘ simp ‘ in a red marker on his face. She would be a goddess, of course. He turns to her again. She's looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

“Ya know,” he starts, “I don't think I've ever told you this. But you’re lowkey pretty.” “Lowkey?”

“Yea okay, highkey.” Be blurs out. She again laughs. A sound that Draco swore he would hear at the pearly gates one day.

“Well, I'm glad you think I’m pretty. I would be pretty bumped if my crush thought I'm ugly.” She says. draco just hums, not really paying attention to her words. His eyes keep jumping between her eyes and lips. The girl just sighs again.

“Come one big guy, let's get you to bed.”  She makes a move to get up but Draco is not letting her move. A brilliant idea came to his mind and he felt like he was going to die if he did not execute it right at this moment.  He moved her close to his, as much as he could. One hand sneaked around her waist and the other around her neck. He leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on her face. Even up close he found her so pretty, it almost made him cry.  She was looking at him. Watching him studying her as if he was trying to engrave her face in his memory. She wanted him to move, she wanted him to close the gap between them, but alas he wouldn't move. Seemingly in his own world, with no way in.

So she did it for him. Only for a split second, Draco felt her lips on his. He was left chasing after her when she moved away. A small whine left him as well. He stayed there looking at her, a pout forming on his lips as if she had just stolen his last piece of candy.

“Ya know, I lowkey like you,” he says, very proud of his confession. His brain drifted away again as he locked his eyes on her lips once more.

“ I like you too, dummy.” She says back, playing with his hair softly. draco let out a hum as that was the only thing he needed to hear before locking their lips again. He leaned her back so she lay flat on the sofa. He separated them for a second.

“You know, this is not just a drunken confession. I don't do those.” He says and goes to kiss her again. She stops him with her hand on his chest. A wide smile on her face melted Draco's heart away.

“You meant like that one time you told me about how you slipped naked in the perfect bathroom and slid from one end to the other on your butt?”

“I told you that in confidence!” He whines and hides his face in her neck. She can only laugh.

[phyrestartr]

Their Burning Bodies Keep Us Warm (2/2) | Sukuna x M!Reader

W/C: 3.4k #NSFW, p0rn with plot, top!Sukuna, bottom!Reader, ABO dynamics, cannibalism, mentions of sex trafficking, mentions of cults, questionable relationship, suggested Stockholm syndrome, post-apocalypse, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, drama, gore, typical zombie shite, not rlly edited kekw SORRY tags: @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @tr4nniez @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @kindadolly @inflatabledinosaurs19 @memedealer-exe

“How's it look?” Sukuna groaned after you peeled back the bandages and gauze.

You stayed quiet while you thought, but ultimately had to ask, “How's it feel?” 

Sukuna scoffed. “Aches like fuck.”

“You should take Tylenol or something.”

“Hah. Like I'd give up drinking.” 

You sighed and washed his back with the usual tincture of salt and water, earning yourself a sharp, whiny snarl. Carefully, as though to apologize, you dabbed away scabbed blood and whatever else clung to the DIY sutures. 

“Then it'll keep hurting.” The dark, black bruises around the wound promised it. “But…it doesn't look infected.” You pressed against the reddened, irritated skin with a light touch, and breathed a sigh of relief; there didn't seem to be any suspicious discharge or signs of serious infection. Hopefully it'd stay that way. 

“Silver fucking lining, I guess.” The alpha hung his head and let you go about cleaning it thoroughly to prep for re-wrapping it. “You're not too squeamish around this shit, hey?”

“I guess,” you said lamely. You glanced at the back of his head in thought before focusing on your task again. “The whole world is shitty. So. Guess I got used to it.”

“You sure you don't have a history?” He asked, glancing back at you. 

You shrugged. “I was a crook, but I only stole. Never really fought, never murdered either. But I saw shit, sure. Patched some people up before, too. Nothing like this, though.” 

Sukuna nodded and looked ahead again, resting his chin on the back of the chair. “That explains it.”

“Explains what?” You wondered.

"Explains why you're not boring me," he said, nonchalant. 

You paused to cast the back of his head another wary, confused glance. It was a strange comment. You weren't sure what the implications meant for those who came before you.

"What would happen if I bored you?" You asked.

"I'd get rid of you," he answered, too truthful. "Kill you. Eat you. Kick you out. Somethin' like that." 

Sukuna looked at you again, an amused glimmer of insanity igniting in his eyes. You did your best to look away, to not engage with the hellspawn repossessing his near-tolerable person. 

"Oi, oi, quit looking so pathetic," he taunted, voice singing with playful sadism. "There's no room for that if you wanna survive out here, brat. Besides, our deal is pretty good, isn't it?" 

You pursed your lips, trying to ignore the fact that he just declared that he'd eat you if he got bored of you. How were you supposed to relax? 

Yet you tried anyway. "Yeah. Right." 

"Don't believe me?" He questioned. 

"I do. Just--you just told me you woulda ate me if I was boring." You tried not to sound too flabbergasted and awestruck, but the warbly disbelief came through anyway. 

And Sukuna laughed. Not in that heinous, chilling way, but low and warm. It almost made you think he could be somewhat fond of you. 

"Well, you're still breathing, aren't ya?" He asked.

You shrugged before starting to re-bandage his back. "Well. Yeah. I guess." 

"You sound anymore fuckin' unsure and I'll take your damn head off, omega." Sukuna sighed, still sounding content. "Dunno what shit you've been through, but you survived it. You're strong. Remember that." 

For the first time in your life, you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

--

You're strong. Remember that. 

Those words festered in your mind, bringing a much-needed sense of calm to your exhausted body and soul. You didn't realize how little you recognized your own strength, your own vicious mettle that kept you going through the haze of pain and discontent embedded in your life. You almost pitied yourself for your weak mind; when had you fallen so low? Why didn't you realize you were trapped in Tartarus? Did the nightmares and bitter flavours numb it all out?

You rubbed your face. "Think about the now," you mumbled as you poked at the fire with an especially long stick you'd taken a liking to. "No point thinking about the past." 

"Better not be mumblin' seance-y, satanic cult shit into the fire," Sukuna called from the kitchen. "I'll be pissed." 

Your face flushed with more than the fire's heat. "No! I'm just--I'm talking to myself." 

"In a creepy way?" 

"No!" 

"Coulda fooled me." 

You turned to the kitchen with a sour look, but quickly averted your gaze again; normally, you'd help him prepare and ration food, but when he took to chopping up chunks of person, you couldn't stomach it. 

Sukuna must've seen you look away, judging by his sudden, cheeky cackling. "What, still squeamish, omega? You don't got a problem when you're eatin' 'em."

You grimaced. "Yeah, I don't like thinking about it. Feels...wrong."

"Pussy."

"Hey."

"It's easy meat," Sukuna continued. "Better than eating grass 'n leaves 'n shit. Besides, makes you tougher."

You huffed. "Tougher. Right." 

Your partner in crime snorted. "You know how vaccines work, omega?" 

"Duh." You stabbed at the fire a few more times, stopping only when Calcifer spit a mouthful of sparks at you. "Introduce a weak strain of a virus into the body so it can make antibodies and fight against it." 

Sukuna hummed in agreement. "So what do you think happens when we eat our doomsday virus, huh?" 

You blinked owlishly at the flames. "Is...that can't be true," you asked, itching at your arm. "No way we’re becoming--"

"Immune." 

Sukuna walked to your side and knelt beside you, showing off the small collection of scarred bitemarks dotting his arm.

Your touch ghosted against the marks in wonder. Maybe he was lying. Maybe these bites came from something else. Something more demented than even the undead. 

"But how could the virus survive? When it's, uh, cooked, I mean," you asked as you held his forearm with both hands and examined further. 

"Guess medium-rare doesn't take care of everything." He shrugged and watched you press against the raised skin incessantly. "But hey, maybe I'm just a freak of nature. Better than normal fucks. Godly."

You looked at him with yet another grimace, and he grinned. 

"You've been eating people for too long," you decided. “It's made you delusional.”

"Probably." He moved to get up when you let go of him, but paused with a second thought.

Sukuna reached for you, brushing some of your hair from your neck. Your heart did more stupid backflips feeling that quiet touch drag along the sloping curve of your neck, down to the source of your alluring redolence. 

His thumb rubbed slow circles against your skin, waking forgotten sparks of bergamot and birch, melding them with his musk of leather and pine. You thought they fit together nicely, in an odd way. Or maybe you were caught up in hopeful delusions his marking always brought you. 

He stood, then, content with his work. "Was in prison when shit hit the fan. Had to get creative." 

You rubbed your neck when he walked away. "I can imagine. Must've gotten pretty overrun." 

"The cells were pretty safe. Most of the prisoners died starving after the outbreak," he said. "Sorry sons of bitches. Couldn't even lob a dead cellmate's head off to save themselves when those idiots turned." 

"That what you did?" You scooted up onto the couch and watched Sukuna putter around the kitchen. You pretended he was cutting up some wild animal instead of human. 

"I killed my cellmate before that," Sukuna said. "Got sent to solitary for it." 

You pursed your lips. "What'd he do?"

“He bored me.”

–

Being in his arms felt safe. You rested easy, no longer fearing his appetite nor his wrath in the brief moments of consciousness before darkness overtook you. He held you before, too, pulled you to his chest to stay warm whenever the night grew too cold and the fire dwindled; now, however,  it was different.

Now, you woke up facing him. You woke with newfound adoration for the gnarled bump fucking up the bridge of his nose (something that told of far too many fights) and you realized you quite liked the sound of his soft, rumbling snores. Even the way his body burned too hot eased your nerves when it once suffocated you with sweltering anguish.

You were careful not to say you felt anything for him, however; he was the beast who'd stolen you away from your short-lived freedom, and kept you here for his own selfish pleasure. A warning danced in the forefront of your mind, shaking its head every time you looked your captor's way. You knew better. You knew better. 

But he wasn't so bad. Though that was what Belle said about her Beast, wasn't it? Before they fell in love. Before their happily ever after.

You shifted just the slightest bit closer to him, letting your nose barely nudge against his before freezing, waiting to see if he'd stir and wake from the mild disturbance. He'd slept through worse, you imagined. Most were light sleepers throughout the apocalypse, but he–

His eyes opened. The pounding of your heart must have been the cause. 

Sukuna didn't have words, and neither did you; being here, being so close to him, face to face and finally taking in what he looked like, about to find out what he tasted like, said everything in a language he understood.

Because he closed the gap first. After a sharp glance down to your lips then back to your eyes, he nudged your nose aside and pressed his lips against yours. And you pushed into him, tugged yourself closer with your hands in his shirt and then in his hair while his own smoothed over your side to grab and grope at your ass and whatever softness from the old world still clung to your figure. 

Your hands pulled at his shirt, and he got the message. He rolled on top of you and sat up on his knees, straddling your waist as he pulled off his shirt to let you see glimmers of scars arching against defined slopes of muscle, disappearing beneath cloth bandages. Your breath hitched; he was gorgeous in ways you couldn't describe. 

He adjusted, settling between your legs before leaning down and kissing you again while those curious hands of yours felt for the secrets etched into his skin like hieroglyphics left only for the blind. Those marks told stories from start to finish. They hinted at his life up until this point. You wondered if any of them reminisced of smiles and laughter. 

Sukuna's hands coasted up your shirt to explore you, too. His thumbs pressed between every rib, followed the arch of the cage protecting your heart, before he pinched and teased at the sensitive buds of your chest. You didn't think you'd like it, but the way he tortured you with talented fingers was too good–good enough to drag out the first of many quiet, breathy sounds from you. 

Sukuna pulled your shirt off and tossed it aside. His broad palms smoothed across your skin before he dipped down, and tasted you, running the flat of his tongue against your neck, then back down to the bullied bundle of nerves he'd worked into a frenzy. He bit and nipped, swirled his tongue around the pert nub, and sucked hard enough to bruise and split your delicate skin.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, stifling the rattling hum reverberating in your chest; you'd never felt so good before. You'd never had someone focus on you like this before. Maybe it was a selfish thing on the alpha's part, or maybe he wanted you to indulge in primal pleasures, too. That errant hand of his groping at your hardened cock suggested as much. 

Your fingers carded through his hair as he left brutal hickeys on your chest and bit at your nipples like he was threatening to take them clean off (thankfully, he seemed to quite like them and left them intact for future use), and then he traveled south, yanking your shorts off and spreading you wide before him. 

Your heart throbbed in your head. It pounded harder still as he stroked you firmly and fully, squeezing at all the right spots while his other hand felt up the softness of your thighs, the slick pooling between your cheeks, the tightening of your sacks. He was so like a cartographer, trying to chart every inch of your body, trying to remember which spots made you jolt and jump. 

And you couldn't help but squawk as he lifted your hips, hauling your legs over his shoulders with little effort, before spreading you wide and licking against your leaking hole. 

Your hands clutched at the sheets desperately. The pants stuttering out of you upscaled when his tongue, the devilish thing, circled around your tight entrance a handful of times before sinking in with the help of his thumbs pulling you open. 

This time, it was Sukuna who moaned, low and dripping with bliss. You couldn't know how it was for him. You didn't know how tasting your slick, drowning in your bergamont-pine perfume in its purest form drove him mad with hunger and want–with need, maybe. Your scent was divine. Your taste was even better. 

So, he took his time. He indulged in lapping at you, coaxing more and more slick to pool from your insides and drip down his chin in sticky, syrupy dollops while you writhed and bucked against his grasp, seeking more but getting too much. Sukuna almost felt for you. Almost. If you didn't want him to eat you alive, you shouldn't have tasted so sweet. 

Eventually, his cock demanded attention, too, and he finally let your hips down to look over your fucked-out expression and heaving chest. And when you stared back at him, eyes heavy and needy, you caught the alien glow of crimson burning in the swathe of shadows dodging the moonlight. It sent an electric thrill dancing up your spine; the monster you once feared was back, and now bewitched by your body's spell. 

Sukuna's pants came off in a slow rush. He tossed them aside and half-heartedly wiped his mouth before looming over you once again, and catching your lips with his. His tongue pushed into your mouth, ripping the tiniest of ah-s from you, and he forced you to taste what was left of your essence against his tongue. Then, like the kiss was just a mere distraction, his head popped into your empty, lonely body, and stretched you with a singe of pain. 

Your fingers dug into his scalp and his back as he forced himself into you inch by inch, pulling out just to push back inside deeper with the aid of your body's viscous desire to find a euphoria of his design. The hasty beginnings of a knot at his base stretched you wider, filled you fuller as he snapped in once more and bottomed out with a growling moan vibrating against your chest.

And, god, it felt good. You were stuffed beyond your limits, struggling to adapt and welcome him inside despite hugging and squeezing him with praise and devotion. It seemed he'd never bothered jamming his entirety into you. He'd been giving you that one, little mercy your entire tenure. 

But now, you were willing to take it, and he was going to give it to you, like it or not. 

His face buried into your neck when he moved. His hips pulled back just a bit before he sunk back inside of you, like he was trying to see just how far he could reach into your struggling, smaller body–and then, he was done testing your shared limits, and he devoured you. 

You clung to his shoulders, clawed at his back, pulled at his hair while he fucked into you. The bed creaked and dragged against the floor with every near-hostile ram into your heat, but you could hardly hear it over the feral, primal noises slipping through his clenched teeth. Your omega fell mute with pleasure and relief, apparently finding peace at being railed into like you were in heat and your mate was in rut. You weren't. He wasn't. You could only imagine what that would be like. 

Profanities hissed from him, as did demented, mumbled praise that you'd keep close to your heart come morning. His knot inflated bigger and bigger, bullying your ass open wider with each violent slam into your core. Normal alphas wouldn't have forced it into you mid-fuck, but he wasn't normal. He wanted to feel your tightness bite down around that sensitive, swollen plug. He needed to hear your sharp mewls and grunts the pain and pleasure forced out of you with every disgusting, wet pop of his cock ripping out of you. He had to keep pushing his limit, pushing your limit, until you got too fucking tight and too fucking hot that you'd force him to stay put and pump his cum into you by the gallon. 

He had to. 

So, when your breath fanned against his hear, when you whispered the most pathetic, “Cum in me,” he went mad. 

He leaned back and folded you in half, ignoring your uncomfortable grimaces before he held you in that mating press and let loose, eyes screwed shut and brow furrowed in concentration while his fangs dug into his lip as he snarled and grunted. 

Blood rushed to his cock with an electric current, pushing his hips to snap against yours harder and faster as his knot inflated fully and struggled to leave the warmth of your tight, clingy hole. But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough–

Until he looked down at you, and bore witness to your muscles fluttering, your back arching, your mouth hung open with a soundless cry as you came undone, soaked with sweat and slick. 

Sukuna’s hips jolted and stuttered, and he fought to force that thickness into you for the last time before he spilled inside, adding his own kindling to the fire eating you alive. 

You gasped again, hand fisting tighter around your cock as you worked yourself through the unbearable ecstasy crashing down on you in torrential waves. You were a boat in the middle of an ocean, somehow staying afloat despite being in the middle of a world-ending storm–perhaps by the mercy of a beast lingering in the depths.

The aftershocks took too long to die down; Sukuna's shallow thrusts into you didn't help, nor did your own languid stroking, but you didn't want it to help. You wanted to see how much more cum you could force out of the man every time you clenched around him. You wanted to see how much longer the perverse pleasure would plague you if you tortured him just a little more. By the continuous emptying of the man's balls into your inflating core, you'd say you were doing a pretty good job. 

You silently both doubted that stupid knot of his would go down with how worked up he got–normally, it'd take about 5 minutes, but there'd been data recorded suggesting it could take up to an hour if the alpha was determined to have his omega as his permanently. And judging by your solitary existence by his side, it seemed like the latter was possible. 

So, he took great care in maneuvering you both onto your sides to rest more comfortably while you waited and dozed. The time passed with kisses and touches, and the constant drone of purring filling in the gaps where your bodies failed to touch. 

In that moment and onward, you didn't much care that you were his victim. His butterfly caught in a trap, kept docile by the sweet taste of honey.

–

“Looks like the worst is over,” You mumbled, looking over the to-be scar on his back. “You sure you want me to take out the stitches?” 

Sukuna scoffed and looked over his shoulder. “You want those things to fuse into my fucking skin, omega? Take ‘em out.” 

You furrowed your brows, but complied nonetheless. “Doubt they’d fuse to your skin,” You mumbled. 

Sukuna growled at you, and you grunted back, not impressed, no longer intimidated. Things had changed ever since that night. For the better, somehow. You found yourself less intimidated, less afraid, and he seemed to welcome it with open arms and a wolfish grin. You weren’t entirely sure, but you almost felt like it was the definition of mates. 

A banging from the basement made you jump and huff, earning an amused snicker from your partner. 

“Almost stabbed you with the scissors.”

“Don’t fucking stab me with scissors.”

“Not on purpose,” You sighed. “Should we knock them out again?” You wondered as you carefully cut every stitch and gently pulled them free. 

A deathly rasp had you both snapping to attention. A handful of figures lumbered outside the house, shambling and bumping into this and that as they searched for whatever stimulus had caught their attention. You found yourself annoyed, knowing the cattle locked up down below were probably the lure. 

“Well, if they’re gonna be attracting the fucking zombies like that, yeah.” Sukuna yawned and rolled his shoulders once you finished up with a reassuring pat to his back. “Might as well make ‘em fun-sized ‘n store ‘em in the freezer right away while we’re at it. They’ll get too scrawny otherwise.” 

You hummed as you cleaned up. “Isn’t leaner meat better?” 

“Yeah, but the fat’s useful,” Sukuna said with a smirk. He tugged his shirt on and stood, looping his strong arms around your middle while you puttered about and ensured the medical tools and counter stayed clean. “Use it for fires. Keep us warm ‘n shit. ‘Sides, might get shittier meat, but more of it.” 

You smiled a little (not at the idea of using human fat as an incendiary component, but at the little, domestic touch, of course), and nodded to yourself. “Well, I’m not gonna argue. You’ve done this longer than me. It’s not like we can go scavenging with the streets like this either.” 

Another handful of ghouls stumbled by the back door. Everything was barricaded, every window was blacked out, every possible way of entry was evaluated and reinforced, but the presence and proximity of the new rush of undead still unnerved you; you recognized most of them, too, which was an unwelcome touch. Something had gone awry at the mill, the two of you reasoned. Somehow, someone got bit, and the infection spread to the rest of the compound–the rest of the soldiers, at least. 

Most of the undeads wandering about once held positions of power. They once boasted before the cells of omegas, brandishing their medals and ribbons and everything else in a pathetic attempt to earn favour and initiate courtship. Now, it seemed those outside of the cages had seen the cruel, flesh-eating face of karma. You could only hope the lack of familiar, friendly faces meant your kind stayed locked away and safe while the compound exploded. They were strong; they'd make it.

Of course, there were whimpering survivors from your terrorizers’ side, namely the two men downstairs that Sukuna welcomed in with promises of safety and kinship ringing sweet on his tongue. It must've tasted quite bitter when they realized the trap was sprung with no honey to be found. 

Sukuna yawned and let go of you to tug his shirt back on. “Streets'll clear. Just a matter of waiting. Taking care of those two pigs downstairs'll keep shit quiet.” He picked up a hatchet and you shuddered. “We’ll take it from there.” 

You watched him wander to the door leading down to the basement–and then a thought got caught in your mind and sunk its teeth in with desperate need. 

“We should check the compound,” you said. Sukuna paused, and you swallowed down your brimming insecurity. “They have–I know they had medical supplies. And food. We should see what’s left.” 

Sukuna’s shoulders relaxed the slightest bit before he laughed. “‘N here I thought you were gonna beg for me to search for survivors.” 

“What? No, are you kidding me? I just want more medical stuff in case you get yourself hurt again,” you huffed, crossing your arms. 

Your partner threw a doting gaze over his shoulder at you before smirking. “Sounds like a plan.”

[kinardsevan]

Ok so for Gerrard’s arc, I have a new idea 😂

So god willing, Brian Thompson will only be in 3 episodes (nothing on him, just his character 😂) and not half the season. So here’s what I want:

Character focused episodes for his arc. I feel like we should start with Eddie, given he was the one left most hung up in 710. We see his summer without Christopher, his struggles to deal and also going back to therapy, really getting down into the worst of what’s still affecting him about losing Shannon. I’d love to see him do a support group for widows and meet someone, even if it’s just another guy friend who can relate. This helps with his relationship with Chris, but maybe he isn’t ready to come back home right away, but that’s okay because Eddie is also finding his stride in learning how to deal with being alone.

Episode 2, I want Hen and Chim. We see Hen and Karen dealing with fighting to get Mara back, all the tangles that they go through with the adoption process, fighting to bring down Ortiz, etc. by the end of this episode, they’re starting to get things in order for Mara to come back home and it’s all looking good. (We’re also getting updates on how Eddie is doing in therapy, etc).

Episode 3 we get Buck and Bobby. We see how Gerrard’s return has affected Evan and Tommy (in good and bad ways, what anxieties it’s brought up for both of them etc), while Bobby is dealing with (literal) home issues, finding a new house in the current market, him and Athena living out of their suitcases while they shuffle between hotels and the 118 sharing their homes (Buck and Eddie esp).

On the option of doing 2 people per episode, if we get Ravi as main cast, he could be included here. We see him and Eddie struggle the most in the beginning with Gerrard because of his racism. (If we also find out Ravi is LGBTQ, this would be an added layer, as the fandom seems to have decided that).

I definitely see Hen and Chimney being the most protective, although Buck will be too, at first. He’ll be least likely to fall into Gerrard’s wrath due to being a white, straight-presenting male who’s just fallen in with the wrong people. Gerrard will think he can educate Evan out of that role. I can even see him being a bit of a shrinking violet, kinda falling into Tommy’s ways of just removing him from the situation as much as possible because he’s trying to protect both himself and Tommy. But then something happens, maybe to Eddie, and Evan feels guilty for it. He tells Tommy about it, expecting sympathy, but Tommy calls him out for doing exactly what he did when he was at the 118, and that’s what flips Buck. He shows up at work the next day and is in full support of his friends again, but this is what gets Gerrard to turn on him, thinking the pretty cis-boy was on his side only to find out he’s not just been playing him, but he’s bisexual and sleeping with Tommy.

Shit gets bad from there. None of them have respect for Gerrard, and they want to stage a mutiny, but Bobby is there to remind them all that this is their job and the man is still in charge, regardless of how much they all hate him. Except they’ve been doing everything the right way for months. They’ve filed complaints, they’ve covered each others backs and stayed out of trouble on calls, but this man doesn’t give a fuck about them.

I really do feel like his undoing will be Buck, because he’ll see him as a turncoat. Most likely a callback to Tommy’s near death, with Eddie or Chim going in after him. Gerrard swears it’s all the kid’s fault and he had no idea that he was still in the building (they all know damn well that he did).

Bobby finally finds a house. Hen and Karen finally get told Mara can come home. Chris is talking to Eddie again. Personally, all of them are thriving. Except for the part where their boss almost got their friend killed.

They show up at Simpsons office in a united front, and tell them that if Gerrard stays, they all walk. He’s racist, homophobic, abusive, and almost got one of their friends killed just a few days ago. Simpson isn’t quite sure he wants to see them win by mutiny, and tells them that this kind of behavior won’t be tolerated.

And then Tommy and Evan walk in (they’re late coming from the hospital and for whatever reason in my head, Evan is on crutches) and tell him that they walk too. And maybe Simpson is okay with an entire firehouse kinda, but losing one of his pilots, especially one who brings him press, well that could cause a domino effect with an entire class of LAFD walking. So he gives in.

I feel like there would be some kind of caveat to this; like maybe Bobby is interim chief and they have to be overseen by someone else (maybe Simpson himself being around a little more regularly), but they get what they want, mostly bc Simpson can risk his planned bid for mayor in the spring. We end the arc with Gerrard out, our people doing better. Final scenes have Mara coming home officially, Eddie on a call with Chris about coming to visit (for thanksgiving break? Idk), maybe staying longer. Bobby and Athena get keys to a new place (maybe they’re renting?). Chimney and Maddie are ready to finally settle back into marriage by themselves after all the chaos. Life is good. And then we get our bow tied with Evan and Tommy at home (whether they still live separately or together is fine either way), Tommy massaging Evan’s bad leg, both of them glad that Gerrard is gone. Maybe this is where we get the vulnerable discussion of Evan telling Tommy he thought he might leave, because that’s what people do when he gets hurt. And Tommy tells him he’s not leaving because he loves him.

Or maybe they just have a sweet moment at home, idk lol. But this is something I could more realistically see happening with the arc (and would prefer).

[suitov]

Wrong on Multi Levels (Kamukoma Week '24)

"You attempted to brainwash him," repeated Izuru.

"And it went despairingly wrong."

"And it went wrong."

"I only wanted to show him the joys of despair!"

"I told you to leave him out of your schemes."

"Well, good friends share their toys!" said Junko Enoshima.

"You qualify as neither."

"And anyway it didn't work, so I don't see why you're bitching."

Izuru looked at his property. His property currently had two first-years cornered and was looming over them, trying to sell them 'reasonably-priced' starter kits.

"Interfere with him again and I shall make your life extremely unpleasant and despair-free," he told his omg✨bestie✨5✨eva. And Izuru Kamukura swished away.

---------

"The compensation plan is a little complicated and I'm gay, but I figured it out," Nagito was telling his classmates. "Each month you have two legs and the payout -- well, first I have to explain recruitment..."

"Wh-what's he on about?" whined Mikan. "I-I'm pretty sure he's d-delirious. He keeps talking about things that don't make sense -- more than usual,, I mean,,, like lines down and talentpreneurs--"

"Downline," corrected Izuru, making her shriek by appearing out of nowhere as usual. "Do not buy things from him and do not sign up for things."

"But he r-really wants me to,,, and he looks so sad if you say no,,,, and he said he's only ten sales away from ranking up his m-monthly bonus,,"

"He has an illness," Izuru said. "Recovery depends on his not being encouraged and not dragging others into the delusion."

("Holy shit, you guys!" said Leon, ignoring them on his way to talk to his friends. "I just got an amazing deal on some oils that'll make the chicks flock to me, guaranteed!"

"Guaranteed?" asked Kazuichi.

"And they disinfect your piercings, too!")

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"Quit?" repeated Nagito in shock. "But I'm already so successful! Half the school is signed up under my team and my personal sales volume is already at Premium Tiara Peach Passion level even before reinvesting my profits!"

"You are engaged in a business scam and dragging others into it," said Izuru. "Others who, lacking your luck, are 99.7% likely to lose money in this scheme."

"Well... maybe, if you trust the income disclosure documents," said Nagito with scorn. "But you know what I say. Never tell me the odds!"

"You have not said that, ever."

"If you'd just join, you could be my upline," said Nagito, whose eyes were big and practically rippling. "You could lock arms with me and my tribe of boss-Ultimates and change lives all over the world simply by sharing the incredible, organic, cruelty-free, vegan, hope-filled products you love. It would mean a lot to me. Please, hon?"

Izuru, faced with the full wattage of that smile, hesitated.

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"Well, you never said you wanted a way to undo it!" whined Ryota.

"You never said it'd go fucky-wucky and make him start a pyramid scheme!"

"It wasn't supposed to! You must've used it wrong!"

"Anyway, cure. Before I start cutting parts off you."

"I can't work in these conditions!" he bleated. "Mukuro's already tried to sell me a diffuser and it's not even morning bell!"

"Huh," said Junko. "Bitch didn't try to sell me a diffuser."

"That's not the point!"

"Just make an undo button for it already, hikikomori."

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"Further research," said Izuru, "has revealed that the proper treatment of this disease is to give Nagito Komaeda whatever he wants forever."

"U-um,," replied Mikan.

"And to tell him he is pretty. And cute, and good."

"I-I think it's,, getting worse,,," she told Ibuki.

"That stuff smells gross!" complained Akane.

"Just one drop of basil oil in your pasta will fill you with manly passion!" Nekomaru bellowed down at Teruteru.

"You can't ingest that stuff, cher!"

"You can! It's vegan and organic!"

"So is deadly nightshade..."

"They grow their own lavender!" Nekomaru roared at some fleeing freshmen.

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"I'll never live this down," Junko Enoshima moaned, kicking a broken stall off the school walkway.

"At least we stopped it," said Ryota. "And I can go outside again now that stinky stuff isn't giving me asthma attacks."

"I can't believe I saved this freaking school!"

"Um, well, I did all the--"

"And as for Izuru, that backstabbing hoe! Ditching me to play mommy's makeup store with some sickly luck slut!"

"That's not a nice thing to ca--"

"Can't rely on anyone for anything," snarled Junko, pausing to stomp a few discarded vials into an essential oil slick.

Ryota pulled on a face mask hurriedly. "Did anyone actually make any money, you think?"

"Well, I did."

"What? But you didn't even join in all the selling..."

"Bought a 50:50 share in Komaeda's outfit as soon as he started. That guy's luck is something else."

"Does that mean you're going to pay me for any of the work I've done?"

"No," said Junko.

[featheredenby]

Ransom

“You should drink more water.”

“You kidnapped me from my own house and blind folded me so that I can’t see you, just to bait heroes to come here.” Grian says, “I don’t think that you get to give me health tips.”

“To be fair there are a lot of people who would treat you a lot worse in a kidnapping.”

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 2,368

Part Nine of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series/Artimator SMP

As the wind blows a missing poster flies into Scar’s face of course things like that happen when you’re on a roof but he needs to find Grian and for that it’s likely best to consult Grian’s other friends. As he only has one clue so far, a text message, “Whatever you do don’t trust C-Fire.” Scar climbs down from the roof and makes his way to Mumbo’s house where upon arrival he finds not only Mumbo but also Cleo. 

“Hotguy,” she says coldly upon seeing him, “What do you want?”

Stay in character Scar, “I’m looking into the recent disappearance of Grian Helios, I’m told that you two are close to him.”

“That would be correct.” Cleo tells him in an icy tone, “but why are you looking into this instead of the cops? Or his family members?”

Okay, I wasn't expecting that reaction. “Well it’s likely that this disappearance has something to do with the villains in this city and I don’t believe that his family members are well suited to deal with this.”

“Well you would be wrong in that regard as me, Mumbo, his half brother, his half brother’s boyfriend, his half brother’s adopted sister, and one of his coworkers are all working together to find him.” They inform Scar, “And you will find that all of us are perfectly competent so unless you have anything of value to give it would be best for you to leave.”

Scar could show her the text message but that would mean them learning that he’s Hotguy. At this point however when Grian has been missing for just over three days it’s worth it. “I have something that could be helpful.”

“Really?” Cleo asks skeptically.

“Yeah. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Mumbo pipes up.

-

“So you mean to tell me that you are Scar. As in the same Scar who is Grian’s roommate. And you also mean to tell me that the last text that he sent you on the night that he was kidnapped is not to trust the vigilante C-Fire?” Cleo asks.

“Yep that’s pretty much it, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Hm…”

“So where are you in the process of finding Grian?” Scar asks.

“We’re not doing very well, Mumbo?”

“Yeah,” Mumbo agrees, “I’ve been trying to hack into any files that could help figure out who took him but nothing has come up.”

“Wait what? Mumbo I know that you’re good with coding but how are you hacking into secure files?”

“Good point. Good point. But uhm, I would like to inform you that I did at one point hack into the comm system of the GFHA. As Well as getting into the files of the GFHA’s villain data.” Mumbo informs him.

“I’m sorry you did what?!?”

“Basically he’s the best hacker that we know.” Cleo tells Scar.

Knock. Knock. “Come in.” Mumbo says. Scar looks up and sees a strange assortment of people entering the room. First there’s the vigilante The Mayor and Grian’s coworker Joel and then there’s Cromia and Jimmy. The shock on The Mayor’s face is just too much. “Cleo,” she says, “You didn’t say that he Would be here.”

“That’s true I didn’t,” Cleo admits, “however I also didn’t know that he would be here and he brought information that could link the vigilante C-Fire to Grian’s disappearance.” 

“Mhm, and we should trust him because?” Cromia asks.

“Uh,” Cleo looks over at Scar, “Our dear friend Hotguy over here happens to know Grian personally. That’s all I’m saying on the subject matter.”

“Your point is? We all do.” The Mayor says.

“The point is that we all have a common goal, now does anyone have a clue where Pearl is?”

“Nope,” Jimmy says, “Something might have extended her shift at the hospital.”

“Okay then. Well we’re gonna split into groups, Mumbo’s gonna stay here and keep trying to find info online, Cromia you’re gonna go with Hotguy to keep an eye out at the park, Jimmy you and The Mayor are going to patrol the downtown area, and I’m gonna go over to the area’s where villains were last spotted.” They explain, “Got it. Good”

They break off into their groups and Cromia looks at Scar, “For the record I still don’t trust you.”

-

“You should drink more water.”

“You kidnapped me from my own house and blind folded me so that I can’t see you, just to bait heroes to come here.” Grian says, “I don’t think that you get to give me health tips.”

“To be fair there are a lot of people who would treat you a lot worse in a kidnapping.”

“True, but for all you know I’ve been able to scout out your hideout this whole time.” Grian tells him.

“Ha! Like you’d be able to do that our entire group is mutants and hybrids. You’re human and don’t have any powers.”

“Maybe that’s what you think,” Grian says while opening his incorporeal eyes and looking around the room, “I can tell practically everything that’s going on around me.”

“Uhm, and what exactly can you tell?”

“First of all I can tell that you aren’t wearing your disguise but you still have your mask on just in case my blindfold slips off. Second I know that the other two are watching this from over in the corner. Finally I know that I could easily take you all out as The Red Hand has bullet wounds in his wing and foot, C-Fire’s scythe is in the other room so she would only be able to use fire manipulation, and The Red King, who I’m assuming is the person that I’m talking to, is still dealing with the unpleasant side effects of a magically induced concussion.”

“How exactly did you know all of that?” The Red King asks him.

“Now why would I tell you that?” Grian responds, “Telling you that would just reveal information that you don’t need to know about me.”

“Maybe because you’re stuck in our hideout and completely at our mercy?” 

“Hm… Doesn’t seem like I’ll be for much longer though.” Grian says while checking around the perimeter and seeing Cromia and Hotguy coming around the corner.

“And why do you say that you’ve been missing for three days, what makes you think that will happen?”

To this Grian just laughs it’s not like these people will see that some of the local heroes and vigilantes are fast approaching the building. Now that Grian has backup and can easily get rid of these idiot’s memories about his secret identity it’s probably a good time to get on his costume. “Welp I gotta bounce.”

“What do you mean? You’re tied up and blindfolded.”

“Heh, that’s what you think.”

“What the-”

“𝙹ꖌᔑ|| ᓭ𝙹 i ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ᑑ⚍╎ℸ ̣ ᒷ ⚍リ↸ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ╎ℸ ̣  ∴𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ʖᒷ ∷ᒷᔑꖎ リ╎ᓵᒷ ╎⎓ ╎ ᓵ𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ⊣ᒷℸ ̣  ᒲ|| ᓵ𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ⚍ᒲᒷ.”

Just like that once again a purple light shoots from from Grian’s hands and just like at the masquerade party Grian is instantly in his Poultry Man costume. Within a second Grian uses his talons to unbind his wrists before ripping off his blindfold and running at The Red King. “What the you’re-” The Red King starts to stammer before Grian once again knocks him out. The Hand runs to tackle him but ends up tripping and getting his leg caught under a piece of flying rubble as Grian fires a grenade from a slingshot at him. At this point Hotguy and Cromia come bursting through the door, “Grian we’re- what the?!?”

“How did this happen!?!” Cromia screams.

“Don’t question it, I got him out of here!” Grian tells them, “Just get C-Fire!”

The “vigilante” is running over to her cherry blossom covered scythe and as she swoops down to grab it she narrowly misses an arrow that flies past her head. “Ugh… Jerk!” She yells as she throws her scythe at Cromia, he ducks down and the weapon’s handle hits his antlers before crashing to the floor. Within a moment Cromia sends an arrow from his own bow right back at her only for her to dodge and throw a fireball right back at him. As Cromia rolls away to dodge it Hotguy runs at C-Fire who is going to retrieve the scythe and Grian flies down to try and pick it up. C-Fire reaches the scythe first and swipes it up before turning around and hitting Hotguy with its handle before spinning it in the air and slicing his side with it. “Hotguy!” Grian screams while swooping down and out of instinct grabbing his gun and shooting at C-Fire hitting her in the arm before she runs away. Grian lands next to Hotguy and clutches onto him, “Oh no,” Grian whispers, “NO! Not again… not again.”

“I’m fine,” Hotguy reassures him, “Really I’m fi-”

-

That high pitched beep that happens when a character wakes up in a movie plays.

Grian watches as Hotguy’s eyes flutter open as he lays down on a couch in the employee’s lounge of Cleo’s cafe. Hotguy attempts to sit up only to have to lay back down because of the bandage around his waist. Grian picks up a cup of tea that he made for him and hands it over, “Hey,” Grian says gently, “How are you feeling?”

“Not the best,” Hotguy admits, “What exactly happened again- Wait your-”

“Cuteguy?” Grian finishes.

“Wait, so why did you stop being Cuteguy to be Poultry Man?” He asks.

“Well, I’m sure that you remember the incident that happened a few months ago.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well the whole idea that I had almost killed you kind of weighed down on me. But if you didn’t know that I was the person who almost killed you you couldn’t hate me.” Grian explains as his eyes start tearing up. 

“I don’t hate you.”

“I know I was being stupid, now can I finish my story?” Grian asks.

“Right, sorry.”

“I tore up my Cuteguy costume and used the symbol from the chest as a patch on an old pair of pants. Then I grabbed some supplies and headed out to remeet you. A week or so later of course there was the masquerade and I went in a drag costume so even then people wouldn’t recognise me, we talked some and then the fight happened. Afterward I was incredibly concerned for everyone who was there, especially for the people who I either knew their identities or who I cared about more about.”

“Like?”

“Well like my roommate or my coworkers,” Grian says, “But back on track, I heard that Grian Helios went missing and quite a few of the other vigilantes started to try and track him down. I normally work alone as Poultry Man and after the incident I got new powers from the magic possession mushroom shit. I used them to find him quicker, then of course the fight from earlier today happened and I was concerned that you would once again almost die. I forgot about being careful about my secrets and did my best to save you. I didn’t want to relive what had previously happened.”

Grian finishes talking and there’s silence until Hotguy speaks up, “You didn’t happen to see under my mask did you?”

“No, all though I will admit that I considered looking to see who you are.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Hotguy asks him.

“It’s not my secret to know, just like how I told you that I’m Cuteguy, that was my secret to tell. But I would only expect you to tell me who you are if you somehow learned who I am.” Grian explains.

“Hm… Are you gonna start being Cuteguy again?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Let me know if you do, okay?”

“Sure,” Grian tells him while standing up, “I talked to Cleo by the way, they’re willing to let you stay here until tomorrow if needed.”

“Okay, thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome, Also… Thank you.”

-

Scar stands in front of the door to his apartment as he considers the conversation that he had with Poultry Man or well Cuteguy earlier. He could have seen who Scar is but he didn’t look, this is the second time that Scar almost died due to The Red Ones. It’s quite possible that either Cleo or Mumbo will just tell him that Scar is Hotguy but he doubts it, however there's someone else who Scar should probably tell. He shakily walks through the door and to his delight sees Grian sitting wrapped in a blanket on the couch. As Scar walks in, Grian looks up at him and smiles, “Hi Scar.”

“Grian!” Scar yells happily as he heads over, “Are you okay?”

“I mean the whole kidnapping thing was a lot to handle but I feel fine now.”

“Are you sure?” He asks while sitting down.

“Yeah really, I feel fine. Honestly it was kind of weird, The Red King tried to tell me that I don’t drink enough water.”

“Wait really?”

“Yep, I think that they were just trying to lure people there.”

“Hm…”

“You good Scar?” Grian asks.

“I- I think I know why this all happened.” Scar tells him.

“What do you mean?”

“I- I have something to tell you.”

“Which is?”

“Okay so you know how they kidnapped you?” Scar explains.

“Scar, I think that I know I was kidnapped.” 

“Can you keep a secret G?”

“Scar, you have no idea how many secrets I’ve kept.” Grian says.

“I- okay. I’m, actually nevermind.” Scar says.

“Okay?” Grian says in a confused tone.

“What?” Scar asks.

“Sorry, Sorry,” Grian laughs, “I was just expecting some sort of big reveal.”

“That makes sense.”

“So, you want to binge watch the life game movies tomorrow?” Grian asks.

“Sure, should we invite any of the others?”

“Totally.”

Okay maybe Scar was being a coward to not admit it, but to be fair that would probably break the contract that he signed with the GFHA. The last thing that Scar needs is to become a public enemy for breaking his contract.

[dumb-fictionkin-sideblog]

I miss him i miss him i miss him i miss him... i miss him so so much i miss him i miss him miss him miss him miss him i miss him. God i miss him so much i miss him so much it physically hurts i miss him !! I miss him i miss him. I miss him

[emometalhead]

You guys I'm so excited for tomorrow!!!!! I literally haven't even been to a sleepover at someone else's house in over like 5 years, so the fact that I'm going to be multiple hours away from home without my parents tomorrow is crazy!!!! It's going to be an awesome couple of days in the Bay Area. This is the most independent thing I've ever done.

[goldkirk]

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[spiked-mall-goth]

heyyyyyy <3 <3 i feel terrible.

i had planned to stay off longer but i genuinely have had like three nervous breakdowns since i left bc right as i decided it was abt time i just chill for a little bit everything started happening all at once. so i came back to see my silly little internet friends, but like the second i logged back on some ppl were talking smack abt me sooooooooo... ya know. my day (two weeks) be so fine,, then BOOM my entire schedule fills up and i become hollow on the inside! (hey sorry like vent post n tags i need to get things out of my brain)