#i think he would lean more toward the more formal look caused well

[ecto-stone]

idk i want to try my hand a bit at designing a post AGIT Human Dan.

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 6)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Infidelity

Words: 4,905

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5

“You really want to have this discussion now?” you sighed before reaching for the packet of cigarettes which you kept on the ledge of your chalkboard while leaning back against it. You were still half naked and your bare breasts were exposed.

“Considering the circumstances, I think that we must talk about it now. I understand if you would rather save yourself for someone who…” Robert began to say as you handed him your cigarette and before you interrupting him.

“Listen Robert, the fact that you are married doesn’t bother me and, clearly, it doesn’t bother you either as, otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me” you said before snatching the cigarette from his hand again, causing Robert to furrow his eyebrows.

“Now that, too, is presumptuous” he ought to point out in respect of which you laughed.

“Is it though?” you chuckled before expanding on the topic of fidelity. “I suppose your reputation precedes you. Despite, I know about Jean Tatlock and your affair with Ruth Tolman” you told him, causing Robert’s chin to drop. He sighed again and then he asked “how did you know?” to which, of course, you had already formulated a response in the back of your head.

“Women talk. Barbara Chevalier and Ruth Tolman are friends and I have overheard a few conversations between them since living here” you admitted to Robert before handing the cigarette back to him.

“Well, for the record, my affairs with these women are in the past. I have ended them both” Robert explained before inhaling the smoke of the cigarette without realising that, for you, the fact that he had ended those affairs, did not make a difference.

“Dr Oppenheimer, with respect, none of this really concerns me. I am not your wife” you chuckled, causing Robert’s eyes to widen. He was surprised by your attitude towards this topic and now regretted the fact that he had spoken up about it before he even had the chance to be with you, at least that once.

“I suppose we have officially passed the need for formalities, don’t you think?” Robert asked. “So please, call me Robert” he then said and you took him up on his offer while still standing there with the fabric of your dress stacked up over your hips and your bare nipples pointing right at him.

“Alright, Robert” you said before giving him a cheeky smile. “Now, let me tell you something about myself” you then told him and, sure enough, he was keen to hear about your thoughts on the current situation.

“I am a woman who does not believe in love or marriage, both of which are social conventions invented by human kind without any scientific backing whatsoever. In my opinion, questions concerning marital fidelity are minuscule in today’s society where one race is trying very hard to destroy another. We have bigger issues to worry about than our own emotions” you began to explain before snatching the cigarette from Robert’s hands again and continuing with your explanation. “What I do, however, believe in is physical and intellectual attraction giving rise to a connection between two people. I believe that we have such connection but, if you do not feel the same way, then perhaps you are right and this should stop now” you then said before disposing of the fag and stepping towards Robert again who looked both, stunned and confused.

“I haven’t met anyone quite like you and I am astonished by how mature you are at such a young age” he said in an almost whispering voice while caressing your face again gently. He was looking at you with desire and need again before, somewhat expectedly, pressing his lips onto yours for a split second before you pulled away from him once more.

“Unfortunatly maturity doesn’t necessarily translate to experience, as you will soon find out” you blushed, causing Robert to look at you in awe.

“I am sure you will do just fine” he teased, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes all at the same time before you reached up and pulled his mouth to yours again.

The touch of his warm lips brushing against yours caused a thrill of excitement to rush through you. Robert’s kiss was soft, gentle, and then became more urgent as you opened your mouth to accept his tongue. Even though this was not your first kiss, you almost felt as if it was. This would be a night of firsts for both of you and your heart pounded so hard it hurt as you kissed him back fervently

“Come on” Robert then whispered after pulling away from you and guiding you towards the bed, which is when you quickly shuffled your dress down over your hips and disposed of it on the floor.

“Robert?” you then said with a husky voice before laying down on your back and looking up at him nervously as he disposed of the rest of his clothes as well, expect for his briefs.

“Yes? What is it?” he asked before joining you and hovering over you while caressing your face gently. He looked at you in awe and his eyes were reassuring.

“Take it slow, please” you whispered nervously before reaching up to run your hands through his hair.

“Of course. That goes without saying” Robert reassured you before he kissed you again and, this time around, he was deepening and lengthening the kiss, showing you just how much he wanted and desired you.

As you were kissing passionately, his hands reached around to caress you, causing your mostly naked bodies to rub against each other. Your bare breasts were now trapped against his chest and the feel of his warm body atop of yours caused shivers run down your spine.

Coming up to breathe, Robert eventually pulled away from you a little and, when he did, the tingling sensation he left behind on your lips made you smile.

Robert returned the smile you gave him and the smile that crossed his face warmed your trembling limbs and hid your excited nervousness. Despite the fact that you wanted this man more than anyone you had ever known, you felt somehow unstable when finally being faced with the idea of being intimate with someone else for the first time in your life.

The bravado you usually wore like a shield around him seemed to desert you, and even though you he couldn’t see much more than your face in this position, you felt naked under Robert’s heated gaze. You suddenly worried about your inexperience and you wondered whether this was actually a good idea.

Robert saw the panic of insecurity rise in your eyes, and he reached out to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and grazed your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his mouth to yours again. It was a slow kiss, deepening as his desire built even further. He knew he needed to go slow with you, take you gently and he hoped he could.

A hot rush travelled through your body as you responded to his kiss and felt his body shift, now enabling to graze his hands over your breasts.

“You are so beautiful” Robert then whispered before allowing not only his hands, but also his lips, to travel and you gasped as, eventually, you felt him nuzzle into your neck and trace your collarbone with his lips.

“That feels nice” you acknowledged as Robert was trailing his fingers over your skin and then you even moaned somewhat inadvertently when he brushed his fingers across your nipples. They surged under his caress and sent piercing streaks of arousal to your core. His caress was like a hot spark, and his touch excited you like you had not believed possible. You did not know how you could withstand his hands on the naked skin of your breasts for long but you knew that you had to try.

As Robert gazed over your naked flesh, you felt a blush creep up your neck. His eyes were so dark and full of lust, unlike anything else you had ever seen before and, just when Robert noticed your nervousness again, he pulled his hands away slightly, giving you some more time.

“Am I moving too fast?” he asked but you shook your head.

"No!” you groaned. “Touch me and kiss me again, please" you begged and you hoped that your voice would sound strong and self-assured. Unfortunately, you could not pull it off, and it shook with pure anxiety.

"As you wish” Robert chuckled before finally cupping one of your breasts and leaning down to slowly and gently swipe his tongue across one hard nipple.

"Oh my god" you whimpered as Robert teased the hard, little bud with his lips and rolled the other stiff nipple between two fingers.

“God, huh?” Robert teased. “I never expected to ever hear this word coming from your mouth…how unscientific of you…” he then joked just as you watched him lean over you.

“Just shut up and keep doing whatever you were doing to me. I am begging you, Robert” you joked for a moment while trying to pull his lips closer to your breasts again, which is when he took your thus-far neglected nipple into his warm mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two stiff peaks, until you trembled and gasped on the edge of something you had never experienced before.

“Fuck, Robert” You felt feverish with excitement. Your mouth was dry, but your body was more alive than it had ever been before. Without him having even touched your mound, it was wet, yet felt as if it was on fire and throbbing with need. Shivers of anticipation shot up your spine, and you sucked your breath in raggedly as Robert dragged his insistent tongue down, letting it trail over your belly and to your navel.

“So perfect” Robert then murmured against your skin as he took his time exploring your body, trailing his fingers and mouth over your belly and thighs, before running them teasingly over the lace of your panties, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus Christ” you cursed, moaned and groaned in pleasure, causing Robert to look up at you and furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t stop” you demanded as he was looking at you now with a cheeky smile having formed across his face and you tried to squirm up against him to simply gain some friction.

"I won’t, but I want to see all of you before I continue” Robert then said as his voice was thick with longing.

“Okay” you murmured in response, sounding desperate and anxious all at the same time. Your panties were moist, evidence of your excitement, and you were certain that he could smell your arousal as you hooked your thumbs inside the waistband of the lacy panties and wriggled out of them. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly excited by the expression on his face, as he watched you offer your body to him. His expression showed eagerness, pleasure and even greed, you thought. There was no sign of the trepidation you had expected to see there.

“Now you” you then winked and, without taking his gaze from you, Robert stripped his briefs off quickly, throwing them to the side of the bed.

When you saw his erection, your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time you looked at a man’s most intimate body part, and in your virgin mind, it appeared impossibly thick and long. Your mound throbbed at the sight of it, but your stomach churned in repressed fear.

Eventually, you decided to proceed and Robert’s hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body again, pushing the anxiety from your mind as they wandered over your contours and cupped your mound gently. You groaned softly as his fingers caressed the lips, wet with your arousal, and then slid between their moistness into the entrance of your pussy.

"You are so wet” Robert then said as he buried his face against your neck while probing your entrance some more.

“Uh huh” you moaned in response as you moved your pelvis in time with his probing fingers. They were curious and insistent and were creating marvellous sensations in your core.

“Oh god Robert. This feels so nice” you eventually groaned as you spread your legs wider but your voice faded as Robert took immediate advantage of your pleasure, dipping his finger deeper inside your wetness. Your hips jerked suddenly at the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated.

"I am sorry. I will go slow" Robert said, realising that this was too quick and too soon for you and, just as he let his thumb circle and caress the hood of your swollen clit, he could feel the heavy beating of your heart. Its rhythm matched his own, but the throbbing in his groin was wilder than he could remember.

“This feels incredible” you spoke with laboured breath and took every ounce of Robert’s willpower to restrain himself and not plough into you immediately. The scent of your mound was driving him wild, and it looked so good. All soft, swollen and slick with your excitement. It was the most welcoming sight he had seen in a long time.

“I want to taste you. May I?” Robert then whispered and your eyes widened. You knew what this meant and the thought of it alone aroused you incredibly.

“Yes” you thus moaned and, unable to restrain his need to taste your properly, Robert kissed down your body again so that he could let his tongue slide through your glistening labia and taste your delicious essence as his lips sought out your fleshy clit.

"Oh, fuck! Robert. Oh my god!” you moaned, squirming under his mouth. Your nails dug into his scalp to hold him there. You did not want him to ever stop. His tongue was creating sensations in you that you had never experienced before. Masturbation had always been good for you. You knew how to use your fingers expertly to bring yourself to climax, but this was different. It was warmer, wetter and more teasing, with an intense build up that made you want to thrash around and cry out in pleasure and frustration. You rocked your pelvis against his mouth, your inhibitions fading into the background of the sensations he gave you. You moved with him, demanding more as he licked and explored you.

Eventually, a squeal of pure pleasure tore from your lips as your spasms started deep inside. You trembled and gasped at the sensations that raced through your body exploded in a wave of pleasure that radiated back throughout your body again. As the waves of sensation crossed each other, you swore you would pass out. You held on to the here and now, enjoying the wild ride, and when you opened your eyes at last, you found Robert smiling at you.

"Fuck Robert, that was amazing. I had no idea! Is that how it feels for you? I mean, would it work the same way if I did this to you?" you asked, boldly reaching out to caress the rigid cock pressed into your side, eager at the thought of giving him the same pleasure he had just given you. It was hot and hard in your hands, and a small trickle of precum dribbled from the darkly coloured tip.

“Properly” Robert acknowledged and you moved to a better position and bent your head to tentatively stroke the velvety shaft against the side of your soft cheek, before dragging the tip of your tongue over the crown. Very gently, you drew it into your mouth and sucked slowly, lovingly, savouring his meaty thickness. You were surprised by your own enjoyment of this. You had never even contemplated it before.

"Fuck, I won't be able to hold out for too long, if you do that for much longer” Robert groaned after fifteen minutes or so as he watched you latch your soft lips onto his throbbing hardness. You moaned, overcome with the sensation of having him in your mouth and the taste of his excitement.

"Then don't. Cum in my mouth. I am curious about what it tastes like” you said quite honestly after lifting your lips from his cock and looking up at him through hooded lids that only served to stoke the fire of his desire to even higher levels.

"No. I don’t want to cum. Not yet" Robert groaned nonetheless before he gently pulled you from his cock before pushing you back onto your back playfully. "The first time I cum tonight will be inside of you" he then grimaced and a rush of adrenaline shot through you as he moved between your thighs.

“If this is still what you want…” Robert then ought to confirm and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes. It is what I want Robert. I want to feel you inside of me” you told him just as you felt the heat coming off his body when he nudged himself against the moist outer lips of your pussy. You spread your legs, and he rubbed the head of his cock over your slickness. He hesitated for a second before, eventually, leaning forward and supporting himself with his arms.

He then pressed ahead, pushing himself into you slowly and carefully while looking for cues of any discomfort on your face. His attention was focused on the warm, wet feeling of your lips surrounding his cock. They opened slowly to him, and he slowly pushed himself into the velvety depths of you with a pleasurable groan. He hadn't been sure if he had been expecting the barrier of a hymen, given the fact that you admitted that you masturbated, but there was only a small amount of resistance to overcome as he continued to push into you with slow, gentle thrusts.

“Robert! Fuck!” you moaned eventually while digging your nails into his arms and shoulders. Your voice was tremulous and shaky as he filled you and stretched you beyond what you had known.

Hearing your tremulous moan, Robert thrust forward sharply now and groaned as he slid all the way up inside you. You winced and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out. Your breathing was fast and shallow as your channel opened and stretched to take all of him. Despite the soreness and feeling of being overfull, it was a wondrous moment for you, finally knowing what it felt like to have a man buried inside you.

"You are so incredibly tight” Robert gasped at the snugness of you, barely holding onto his self-control. Now that he was in deeper, surrounded by your wetness, he was careful not to move, to let your get used to the feel of him inside you. It almost killed him not to plunge repeatedly into your pussy. His cock felt harder than it ever had and your cries of pleasure, knowing no one had ever made your feel like this, made him feel more virile, more potent than he ever had.

"You don't have to hold back Robert" you breathed into his neck as you clung to him. You wrapped your legs around his hips and raked your nails down his back as he sunk deeper into you. The eyes looking down at you were tinged with concern and fire, but you wanted his desire, his passion, to feel beautiful in his arms. You wanted him to make love to you, but you also wanted him to fuck you. You wanted to experience everything you had heard others talk about over so many years, all at once, even though you knew it was unfair to expect so much from this one man alone.

He moved his hips slowly, sliding his cock back and forth inside you, letting your get used to the rhythm. You moved with him, intuitively pushing your pelvis upwards as he slid into you. Each time he buried himself inside of you, your clit was trapped against the upper side of his shaft. You moaned loudly at the exquisite sensations and ground your mound up against him even harder, pumping back faster, until the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and the squelching sound of their passionate fucking sent a wave of need and pure lust through him.

"Oh god. Keep going" you gasped, licking his neck and biting at his shoulders. "Don't hold back. Please, I need you to take me” you gasped again, unbelieving that you had said the words that chased around your brain out loud. You felt confident now. You felt safe. And you most certainly felt incredible.

Your words caused the blood to rush through Robert’s veins. He stared into your desire-filled gaze but, when his eyes locked with yours, a deeper connection hit him with more force than he had ever known with another woman before.

"Y/N. Oh god. I want you so fucking much” Robert groaned and since he didn’t usually swear or use the name of the holy lord, his very own words surprised him. Your name tore from his lips as he plundered your body, changing positions twice, before finding himself atop of you again.

His tongue drove into your mouth, sweeping inside, tasting, commanding, and taking what he needed. He could no longer restrain himself and he let himself go, fucking you the way he had wanted to ever since you had appeared in his life. With a growl of pure lust, he pumped his hips, plunging into you over and over. He could not get deep enough.

"Oh god, Robert. Take me” you moaned over and over again as he drove into you. Your body arched and undulated under his fevered lovemaking. The muscles of your channel clenched and spasmed around his length as a great bubble of pleasure rose up from your toes, engulfed you and burst into shards of explosive release that had you shuddering and sobbing.

"Let go for me Y/N” Robert groaned while he pinched your nipples, and you cried out again.

Your face and torso were flushed, your breath raspy, as you writhed beneath him and clawed at him while your body peaked again. You then cried out once more, and he lost it. A roar exploded from him as his body crested and he toppled over the edge. His length throbbed and pulsed, spilling his anguish and a steady stream of cum into you. He collapsed on you gasping, trying to regain his breath.

"Don't move, please" you said, your face still flushed with your excitement. You stroked his hair lovingly. "I like the way you feel inside me” you said while enjoying the little ebbing ripples from your tight walls against his cock. He smiled and kissed your lips softly and you continued this for a while until, eventually, he pulled out of you which caused some of your combined juices to leak from your slit and on to the sheets.

“So how did I do, Robert? Just fine?” you then asked just as Robert rolled to his side, facing you and caressing your face while you thought about this incredible explosive feeling he made you experience just moments ago.

“I actually cannot recall the last time I had sex that good” he gasped. His breath was still laboured as he looked at you and smiled.

“I am sure you say this to everyone” you joked after pressing a quick kiss on to Robert’s lips and before sitting up straight when, suddenly, it hit you and you came up with an idea.

“No, actually, I don’t” Robert said as he watched you get out of bed abruptly. “What are you doing?” he thus asked while you tippy toed across the room before standing right in front of the chalkboard in order to ask him a question.

“Have you figured how to get your hands on enough uranium yet? Because, going by my estimates, I believe that the US will never be able to secure enough for more than one bomb unless they work with their allies?” you then said somewhat suddenly, causing Robert to sit up as well and furrow his eyebrows.

“You know I cannot talk about this Y//N” he told you as you picked up the chalk and began to write down a formula.

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me anything. I do the talking and you take away what you want from it” you said as, still in your naked form, you wrote down a few calculations from your head.

“Y/N, your calculations don’t make sense…” Robert interrupted you until he realised that you were talking about two entirely different substances now.

“We aren’t talking about uranium anymore, are we?” he thus ought to clarify, causing you to chuckle.

“Well, you aren’t talking at all Robert. You can’t tell me anything, remember?” you teased before telling him that it was plutonium which you based your calculations on rather than uranium.

“Plutonium is too fragile” Robert pointed out which is when you dropped the chalk back on to the ledge of the board and shrugged your shoulders.

“Yes it is fragile, but it is powerful and you can extract more” you pointed out while, elegantly, crawling back into bed.

“It’s impractical nonetheless. It will be much more difficult to build a bomb using plutonium” Robert said while sill glancing at your calculations.

“Probably, which is why you need a bunch of people as smart as you are to figure out a way to make it work” you told him, causing Robert to pull you atop of him and kiss you again.

“There is something incredibly sexy about watching you calculate a reaction, completely naked, while talking to me about atoms” he then determined, earning him yet another quiet chuckle.

“If you say so” you teased while giving in to his many kisses and caresses.

“How do you feel about moving to the dessert with me?” Robert then wanted to know, causing you to pull away from him.

“You want me to come on to the project with you?” you asked somewhat surprised seeing that you were not even a postgrad student yet which, in your mind, made you unqualified.

“Yes. In fact, I think I need you” Robert told you nonetheless and with a great sense of determination, causing you to shake your head.

“You don’t need me Robert” you chuckled, seeing that he probably already had a group of well-known scientists on board, none of whom you could compete with.  

“But I do need you and it would just be you and me, working together during the day and then doing this at night” Robert responded to your statement while gently running his hands over your bare skin again in a suggestive kind of manner.

“Just you and me, huh?” you moaned before pushing Robert’s hand out of the way. “What about your wife?” you wanted to know, seeing that, no doubt, she would be there too.

“She has no desire to live in the middle of nowhere for a year or two, because this is how long it will take to make this bomb. She is not coming” Robert informed you while caressing your skin again, teasing you and making you ache with need and desire for him.

“Robert…” you gasped before his lips silenced you gently, kissing you passionately.

“Just think about it” he then told you after your lips drifted apart, causing you to nod.

“I will think about it and, maybe, there is a way you could make this proposal a little more appealing to me” you suggested just before you pushed Robert beneath you and assumed authority over him.

“How?” he asked while feeling your hand gently wrap around his hardening shaft.

“Well, for starters, you could fuck me again” you teased while stroking him.

“Right now?” Robert groaned while, again, you lined the head of his hard member up with your entrance, causing you to nod.

“Yes, right fucking now” you determined before sinking down on his cock, engulfing him completely, which was something you continued for a quite some time.

In fact, you made love for what felt like hours, up until one or two o’clock at night, following which Robert stayed with you, sharing a bed just like any other ordinary couple would until, suddenly, at 6 o’clock in the morning, you were startled by the arrival of someone unexpected, barging into your room.

To be continued…

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[explosionkatsu]

"Age doesn't matter" 16

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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There was an awkward quietness as Katsuki drove you to your home. It was more on your part though, or so you thought. After what Katsuki had done a few hours ago, it made you want to question him. But knowing him, he’ll deny it as much as he can, or just ignore you. So, you just chose to keep your mouth shut.

Katsuki on the other hand was not in a great position as you are. He doesn’t regret kissing you at all, but he was confused on why he did it. Why did he even follow his impulse? This was the question he kept pondering over and over. He does find you attractive, and how great your relationship with his son is a plus. Overall, he’s admitting to himself that he was indeed drawn to you. But he doesn’t know the reason now, at least not yet.

It was always Kazui who’s helping to lift the mood between them, even though it was unintentional. But both adults are grateful to the kid, alright.

“We’re almost there,” Katsuki suddenly said, trying to break the silence.

“I know, it’s my house.” Y/n responded easily as she looked out the window.

“I’m just saying, idiot.” Katsuki responded as he glanced at her.

“Well, thank you but you don’t’ have to.” Y/n said back, almost in a sassy tone.

“Why do you sound like that?” Katsuki was scowling at he asked this, eyes focused on the road.

“Sound what?” You asked, this time looking at him confusedly.

“That.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Bakugo-san.” Y/n smirked looking away from him.

This made Katsuki angry. He doesn’t like it when you’re addressing him formally.

“What did I-

“Say about formality. Blab bla. You’re always saying that you know. It’s starting to get old.” Y/n crossed her arms as she said this.

“Shut up. You kept calling me Bakugo-san. It’s annoying.” Katsuki spatted at Y/n.

“Because you’re old.” Y/n giggled. “Didn’t you know you need to respect the elders?”

“Fuck off. I’m not that old.” Katsuki stares right at you before looking back at the road. “And don’t laugh. Like you’re not an old lady.”

“Excuse me, I’m only 23, thank you very much. Unlike you, grandpa.” Y/n giggled once again and kept teasing.

“I’m only 29, woman. Go away.”

A question suddenly pooped into Y/n’s mind. Obviously connected to the incident earlier.

“Question, Bakugo.” You started.

“If it’s something about my age, then just shut up.”

“It’s something about age though.” Y/n chuckled.

“Fine, whatever.” Katsuki said.

“Would you date someone who’s the same age as me?” Y/n asked. She was confused, okay? And no, she’s not getting her hopes up.

“Huh.” Katsuki was not expecting you to ask this. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I’m confused, and since we’re on this topic, just answer my question.”

“To quench your confusion, I might.” Katsuki smirked. “In relationships, age doesn’t matter. That’s what I believe. As long as it’s not lower than 20. I find that phedo-fucking-pile.”

…

“Thank you for the ride, Bakugo.” Y/n bowed as she said this.

“You’re too kind, you know.” Katsuki smirked at Y/n as he watches you bow in front of him. He was leaning against his car that was parked in front of your apartment.

“What do you mean?” You straightened up looking at him.

“Just an observation.” Katsuki looked away. “Get inside.”

“You can leave now.” You smiled at him.

“I’ll watch you get in first.” Katsuki deadpanned. “A villain might suddenly appear and take you away.”

“Pfft. Of course not.” You giggled. “Goodnight, Bakugo.”

Y/n bid Katsuki a goodnight and turned her heel towards her apartment.

Katsuki stayed by his car as he watched you get in. For some reason, your question made him think. Overthink, to clarify.

You’re causing butterflies, okay? And he hates it. It reminded him how he fell for his ex-wife. You can say he’s still traumatized by that. It’s the same old feeling he wanted to avoid. Even though he knows you’re different, he’s still scared.

He stayed outside for a moment, deep in thought. Should he trust his guts or just avoid everything? Kazui is his main priority right now, his reason why he’s continuing to live despite the pit that’s left in him.

Kazui has needs as well. Katsuki was aware that he wasn’t enough for him. His child still longs for a mother, and Y/n being around helps him.

Ever since Y/n came into their life, Kazui never asked about his mother again. That’s because the child sees you as a mother figure, and you treating him like your own child making Kazui attached to you.

Katsuki was indeed confused.

…

“Bro what took you so long?” Denki asked as he watched Katsuki come in.

“Fuck off. And for fuck’s sake, you emptied all my drink. Did you even leave some for me?” Katsuki barked at them while closing the door behind, locking it.

He came in noticing most of his canned alcoholic drinks empty on his now messy coffee table.

“Shouldn’t have left you idiots here. Clean that mess before you shitty extras leave.”

“Chill out bro. Why are you extra angsty today?” Eijiro noticed this. He was his best pal, what do you expect.

“I need a drink.” Katsuki mumbled as he scratches his head.

“Here.” Denki handed him one looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“As if I’d tell ya, you blabbermouth.” Katsuki snatched the drink out of Denki’s hand and sat right across from Eijiro.

Katsuki immediately popped the can open and almost drank all the liquid in one gulp which made Eijiro and Denki stare at him in disbelief.

“Bro. Are you sure you’re okay?” Denki asked once again.

After drinking all the content, Katsuki wiped his lips with the back of his hand and just placed the can on the coffee table. Leaning his head back against the couch, he let his head fall back making his stare at the ceiling. Still ignoring Denki, Katsuki releases a deep sigh.

“Okay. What’s wrong? Why won't you tell us?” Eijiro was getting distressed just by seeing Katsuki acting like this.

“First,” Katsuki sighed once again, “Pikachu is a fucking blabber mouth. Second, I’m still unsure so I’d rather keep this to myself. And third, this doesn’t concern the both of you, so shut up.” Katsuki said leaning back to the couch.

“No need to get pissed at us, bro.” Denki shakes his head. “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell us. But we’re always here to help ya, ya know?”

After Denki said that, Katsuki suddenly remembered how they used to warn him about his ex-wife which he didn’t give attention to. This might actually help him if he tells them. After all, they have a very keen eye.

“Alright. Fine.” Katsuki straightened up. “If I hear this from someone else, I will hunt you down, got it?” And of course, without threatening the poor electric hero.

“I-i swear.” Denki stuttered while trying to pull away from his glare.

“This is just me being confused; I don’t know.” Katsuki once again scratched the back of his head obviously frustrated about telling this.

“What is it? Geez.” Eijiro slightly smiled.

“Ugh. I fucking don’t know how to start. Go away.” Katsuki said loudly. “Even I don’t know why I felt this way.” His voice suddenly dropped as he said this.

“Bro, we can’t help you if you don’t get straight to the point.” Denki who was also getting frustrated as well.

A sigh escaped Katsuki as he rubs a palm on his face. “Like I said, duncface, I don’t know how to start.” He mumbled. “I’ve felt this way before when I met my ex-wife. Only this time, this feels fucking weird and it’s pissing me off.”

“You mean, to Miss Y/n?” Eijiro raised an eyebrow. He suddenly got interested.

Katsuki didn’t respond.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Eijiro smirked at Katsuki’s silence.

“I fucking don’t know, okay. Tsch.” After saying this, Katsuki stood up and stride towards his bedroom.

“Hey, where are you going man?” Denki asked, starting to get concerned at his friend’s behavior.

“I’m going to change, idiot.” Katsuki said not glancing at them.

But before Katsuki went into his room, he entered Kazui’s room. There he saw his kid, sleeping peacefully, all cuddled up in his bed.

The view made him smile. He was glad he was able to give Kazui a good life.

Slowly yet quietly, he went closer to the bed and reached out a hand to caress Kazui’s head. The locks that he was so familiar with tickled against his palm as he softly brushes the strands away from Kazui’s face.

“I’m glad you looked like me, brat.” Katsuki mumbled before leaning down to place a kiss on Kazui’s forehead. “Goodnight, brat.” He whispered and straightened his posture preparing to leave the room.

Katsuki quietly left Kazui’s room. Sighing, he moves towards his room. Once he’s inside, he shrugs his jacket off throwing it on his office chair along with taking his shirt and pants off bringing it to his bathroom where he has his laundry basket.

His mind wasn’t letting him rest.

…

You were overthinking. You didn’t even know how many times you cursed yourself as you work in your living room.

You were sitting on your living room carpet while your laptop was placed on your small center table. A stack of papers was sitting on your left and an iced coffee was on your right, as well as some snacks you were munching on while you work.

But you know you’re distracted but you would shake your head and try to concentrate only to fail over and over.

As soon as you got home, you went rushing straight to your room to look out the window, not even bothering to turn the lights on. You saw Katsuki still leaning against his vehicle who looks like deep in thought. You were there for a few minutes just watching Katsuki ruffle his hair aggressively, kicking few pebbles away, and just looking around. After what seemed like an hour, he finally left.

Something was troubling him, but you were too afraid to even ask. Heck how are you even so sure he’d tell you. So, you just lightly shake your head and change into much more comfortable clothing before setting up your things to your living room.

Now here you are resting against your sofa as you sit on the floor, drinking your iced coffee and staringly blankly at the bright screen.

You didn’t expect Dynamight to kiss you.

Dynamight.

Dynamight!!

The number two hero just kissed you.

You, a mere kindergarten teacher.

Does he like you?

No, no. It’s too early to think about that. Maybe it’s just an impulse thing? Yeah, that’s probably it. But does that mean he was using you? I mean, after what happened to his ex-wife, does he feel like he can finally date someone?

Again, it’s too early to think about dating and stuff. You’re just getting your hopes up which you don’t want because for sure in the end, you’ll end up suffering and you don’t want to go through that again.

Falling in love was your greatest fear, alright. You’re fine being a fan, but you didn’t expect to get this close to him, you didn’t expect this to happen to your life. This was a huge happening in your life.

But of course, you’re not going to take advantage of this, you’re not that kind of person. He might think you’re just another woman who’ll take advantage of his status after what Kazui told you before.

If you ever get to the point where you start to develop feelings for him, you will never admit it. You’ll only do your role as Kazui’s babysitter, which would be your final decision.

Part 17

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Here's part 16. Thank you for your patience!! I love you all.

[ceruleancattail]

Starlight

Kalim Al Asim x assassin reader

Cloaked by the dark of twilight, perched upon one of the mansion’s many balconies. Watching vigil over the crowds of people scattered below. A “party” of sorts. A place for people of power to gather, flexing their finery and silks like prideful peacocks. Parading around each other, hoping to strike envy into some hearts… or perhaps win some over.

It was silly, watching it all from above. Clothes of the finest materials still fray and tear in the end. It has its beauty for a brief moment in time, before unraveling into mere threads.

Then, there would be no difference from it and a common rag.

Chuckling darkly to yourself, you slip down from the railing. Carefully placing your feet on the floor, as nimbly as a cat’s footfall. Dropping your scarf towards your elbows, revealing an… acceptable attire, for such a luxurious event.

Nothing too fancy, that was the key. The kind of outfit that allowed you to fade into the shadows without causing much uproar. Well, not that anyone would notice you, always-

A light tap startled you straight out of your thoughts, the cool brush of various rings gliding over your skin. Spinning around, you come face to face with eyes of scarlet, widening with shock. His lips freeze in a “o” for a second, before dropping down into a smile.

Draped in gold and fine cloth, the torches of flame just seem to embrace him in their light. Casting an ember halo over his every feature. His lips slipped into a smile, before he rushes to the railing, arms dangling off it. Reaching out towards the sky, as if even the stars were for his taking.

“It’s a beautiful night, is it not?”

Your lips curl inwards, a firm line. This was… unexpected. Normally you would have to approach your target during these sort of events. Worm your way through the crowd, put in the elbow grease, so to speak.

This was the first time your target came up willingly to speak to you.

Kalim Al Asim. An… interesting target.

“It seems like just another night… sir.”

An elbow nudged your arm playfully, as Kalim’s lower lips juts out ever so slightly. A childish pout.

“Aw, don’t be like that! Just call me Kalim! I don’t do very well with all that formal ‘sir’ stuff.”

Facing the night sky, his fingers trace invisible lines in the air. Sketching out images only visible to him. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean towards him. Squinting at the sky, trying to see what he could.

A warmth surges through your cheek. Kalim presses his face flush against yours, trembling from laughter. You feel the warmth spread, rampaging across your face like wildfire.

The gold bangles on his wrist jangling, Kalim points at a spot in the distance. A tiny, minuscule speck that glowed, ever so faintly in the midst of the darkness.

“That’s a star! You can’t see them all that clearly from this particular house, but they’re there.”

At a loss for words, all you could do was mutter.

“I… see.”

“Y’know, no one ever looks up anymore.”

He turns to face you, beaming.

“You’re the only one who was up here.”

You blink in surprise. You didn’t think anyone would have seen you on the upper levels, considering that the main attraction was the lavishly decorated ground floor.

“I suppose so.”

Kalim laughed, a sound filled to the brim with merriment. Throwing an arm around you, you flinched at the sudden weight. Yet the warmth spilling from his skin had your shoulders relaxing. Some of the tension coiling up in your melting away, quite against your will.

Does this person have no sense of danger at all? Despite your initial goal, you couldn’t help but grow exasperated at Kalim’s seemingly blind trust for what might just be a complete stranger. The annoyance bit at you, before you recoiled.

Annoyance meant investment. Emotional investment in someone you’ve been sent to harm, to even kill, if necessary. This was literally the first time you met him.

Why did you care so much for him?

Kalim’s voice rung out once more, the boyish glee a sweet melody within your ears.

“I was the only one looking up today. Didn’t see that many stars, but I saw you. All alone up there…

Well, I suppose that means that you were my star!”

Your heart collapsed within itself. Plunging into the deep, dark depths of your gut. Somehow, the story of Incarus and the sun flowed into your mind. A boy, drunk on his own power flew too near to the sun. Faced with all the light from the sun itself, he fell towards the earth once more.

Kalim’s… brightness stunned you. Melted your half-baked wings of malice and sent you tumbling, falling onto the ground. Stripping you of everything and just… rendering you as you were.

Not an assassin. Just… you.

With trembling hands, you force your hands into your pockets. Whipping out a dagger quickly before thrusting it towards him. Every movement flustered, clumsy. Forcing yourself to charge towards him before you lost your nerve.

Finnally. You had the upper hand. Shoving Kalim towards the railing, having the blade of your dagger pressed flushed against his throat. Breaths shaky, staring at Kalim with all the fear of an animal shoved into a corner.

Only for him to reach out to you. Cupping your face with the palm of his hands, the slightest hint of callouses brushing against your cheek.

Only for him to look up at you so tenderly, so softly. Lips parting slowly, gentle voice ringing out loud and clear, in the dark of night.

“Great Seven. You are beautiful.”

[licorice-tea]

Everything In Between

Pairing: Penguin x reader

Content: Strawhat!reader, mentions of alcohol, fluff, pining, secret crushes teehee, kissing🤭

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: ah yes, my favorite barely mentioned or seen side character🩷 also i know he’s not a main character or anything but like pls give this fic a chance anyway🤞🏽idk guys he’s just so fine to me, something about characters with hidden faces or masks… anyway halfway through writing i realized this reminds me a lot of the song “In Between” by Gracie Abrams (which is unreleased i think?) and so that’s where the title is from😇 enjoy! <3

Edited 2/11/24

As a Straw Hat Pirate, you’re happy to enjoy the many blessings that come with having a lax and fun-loving captain. You and your crew often have parties often for no reason in particular, and when there is one; the celebrations are even grander. It definitely wasn’t part of your original “10 year plan”, but you couldn’t be happier that you wound up on the crew.

Beyond frequent opportunities for food, music, and dancing; getting to meet people from all around the world is a close second in terms of your favorite part of being a pirate. You’ve been to more islands than you could count at this point, and flirted with met people from all walks of life. Royalty, civilians, government officials, other pirates… God, did you love the pirates.

The Heart Pirates were probably your favorite of all- outside of your own crew. Even before Luffy created an alliance with them, and you met them in passing on Saobody, you thought they were just great. So organized in their matching jumpsuits and everything- how neat! And the captain, Law, is a good looking guy, but he’s not the one who made you so giddy over simple glances that you would giggle and kick your feet in your room after being with him. No, that only happened when you were formally introduced to one of his subordinates- Penguin. You didn’t even really know the guy, but you were bored at a party one night and looking to have some fun. You ended the night with more feeling than you’d bargained for though; all because he came up and asked if you knew the difference between a Straw Hat and a Heart as a joke.

You cross your arms and tilt your head, intrigued, “No, what?”

“One’s a hat, and the other is a vital organ.” he says with a grin, red solo cup in hand. You can’t even see his eyes as he leans in, waiting for your reaction.

After a brief silence (which comes from you thinking, “this guy is seriously corny. And hot,”) you give him one in full; laughing like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

���Oh! You… You liked it!” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

Your laugh is bright and clear to him despite the loud party atmosphere which you’re standing just a few paces away from. He’s mesmerized; and it could just be the party-high talking, but Penguin thinks he’d do just about anything to make you laugh like that again. Because, little do you know, he’s always sort of admired you from afar.

As you come down from your fit of laughter, you ask if he has anymore jokes like that one. He shakes his head “no” with a bashful smile.

“Aww, that’s too bad.” You touch his arm as you continue, “What’s your name, funny guy?”

The simple touch causes his confidence to skyrocket, and he takes a small step toward you. “I’m Penguin,” he grins, “ and you’re y/n, right?”

You nod, “It’s nice to meet you, Penguin.”

“Soooo, you think I’m funny?”

“Mhm, your partner doesn’t tell you that?”

“Nope, no partners here. None at all, not with me.”

Another giggle slips past your lips, “Good, I’d hate to get you in trouble.”

His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “Why would we get in trouble?”

“Well, we’re flirting, aren’t we? Or I’m trying to flirt with you, at least.”

Penguin feels faint. How lucky was he; not only to have a pretty person like you so blatantly flirting with him, but to have you flirting with him. The object of a long distance, mostly delusion fueled affection he’d harbored for… Well, however long it’s been since he first saw you in Sabaody. He doesn’t even want to finish off his drink- and it’s only his first of the night! But if he does, he might not remember this moment.

He’s so caught up in the thought of you that’s he’s simply nodding at your words, “Something something… dance… music…” Your lips are so pretty, and your voice might be the most melodic thing to ever grace his ears- besides your laugh, of course. And your hands are so damn soft- which is unexpected for a pirate, but most fitting for someone of your beauty.

Wait, since when had you taken his hand? And led him away from the railing? …What had he agreed to go again?

Well, who knows, and who cares! He’d gladly let you lead him to your cabin right now, if that’s what’s happening, and once the door was closed he’d be more than willing to-

“Penguin? You ok?”

His cheeks flush when you look back at him “Yeah! I’m good, great even-“

You turn fully so you’re walking backwards, and take his other hand so both are interlocked. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”

Penguin realizes you’re standing closer to the source of the music (the skeleton man… what was his name?) and at the center of the deck. “No, no of course not…”

“Mkay,” you smile, putting one of his hands onto your waist and resting your now free hand on his shoulder.

“Ohhh, right: dancing.”

Penguin tries his best, really, but you find that he’s a mediocre dance partner. He steps on your feet multiple times over the course of just 2 songs, probably because his eyes stay trained on you rather than observing and following your movements. You call it quits on the 3rd song and tell him you’re going to get a drink.

“So much for having fun with a cute guy tonight.” you mutter to yourself under your breath before taking a sip of your drink. He was so zoned out, it’s like he wasn’t even interested all of a sudden. Major turn off… Scratch that, a major disappointment, considering you were still very much on.

That’s when Penguin finds you at the drink table, and pours himself some sort of liquor before he steps closer to talk to you. “So much for not drinking tonight, but I’m gonna need it.” he thinks to himself. He steps closer and waves at you.

“Hey y/n, so I uh…. I kind of lied. I don’t really know how to dance- not like you do, at least.”

You smile and wave off his concerns, “It’s fine, I had fun anyway.”

“Ok, good, good…”

He’s biting his lip, and even though you can’t see his eyebrows, you imagine them pinched together nervously. “What’s wrong?”

Penguin sighs dramatically and sets down his cup, “I’m not a liar, usually, I swear. I just wanted to impress you, you know?” This makes you laugh, though you try to reel it in for his sake. But damnit, it’s more than enough to ease his nerves and loosen his tongue. “I have a crush on you! And I think you’re-“

“Penguin.”

“…Yes?”

“You don’t have to comfort me, it’s really fine. We just talked for a little bit, I’m not hurt or anything…” you laugh.

“No I-“ he exhales, “y/n, I’ve liked you since I met you.”

“…We’ve met before?”

“Yeah, on Sabaody Archipelago.”

“…”

He waves his hands in front of his face, as if to reassure you that you’re not forgetting some vital piece of information. “We didn’t introduce ourselves or anything, but… I saw you. Every time after that, I tried to talk to you, but it never worked out. I guess tonight I got lucky though, right?

“Uh huh…” You don’t even really know what to say to that. So he’d admired you al this time… and you didn’t even know.

“Sorry, was that too much? I don’t want to weird you o-“

And since you don’t have the words, you settle on actions instead. With swift movements, you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a quick, but gentle kiss. You feel his hat being tipped back from the angle, so you hold the back of his head to prevent it from falling. This leads Penguin to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your bottom lip. With a gasp, your lips part, and it’s all he needs keep exploring your mouth and savoring the way it fits with his. You hum, at first because you’re enjoying it, then because you feel like you actually shouldn’t be doing this. Either way it creates a pleasant vibration against his lips, and he groans. Having only meant for it to be a small peck, and with the resurgence of the feeling that you’re doing something scandalous, you push him away.

Still breathing heavily, you apologize profusely. “I don’t even know why I did that, I’m sorry.”

Penguin is also panting after the heated kiss you share, but he stops you. “No, no don’t apologize!” He holds your face in both hands and kisses you again, though much more forcefully than you had.

When he pulls away to gauge your reaction, your expression turns from momentarily stunned to genuinely happy. You laugh. God, why do you have to always laugh and look so perfect around him? It’s killing him inside.

“Was that good orrr…?” This only makes your giggles louder, and you try to look away so you can quiet yourself, but he keeps your face turned towards his.

“M-mhm, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you-“

“Stop saying sorry!” Penguin sighs into your mouth as he kisses you once more, albeit softer this time and long enough for you to put your arms around his neck.

When you pull away, he grins while still mere inches away from your face. “So you liked it then?”

You shake your head with an equally bright smile. “I like you.”

[honeeslust]

Mahito | I’m your boyfriend now

18+ only

🖤 TW: non con, blood, death!!

🖤 WC: +1k

🖤 I see y’all whispering about him and since shes a lil demented…

🖤 Scenario: Mahito finds you lonely and stranded in the train car during in shibuya.

Rushed and sloppy, I had a bad day, 👉🏾👈🏾

“ Oh what’s this?” A tall pale stranger with a model's face comes toward you. His shirtless physique dripping with blood, his salaciously long tongue licked the corner of his mouth as he stooped to your eye level. “ you’re a cute one what’s your name?” He asked, extending his hand. “ I’m y/n.” You smiled sweetly hoping he wouldn’t add you to the rest of the scattered bodies lying around you. Hesitantly you reached for his hand. Excited by your nervous shy smile, he beams at you, that lewd tongue slipping out over his lips. “ Were you here alone?” He asked helping you to your feet. “ No, I was with my boyfriend.” “ oh, is he here with us now?” He boasted gesturing to the carnage at his feet. “ no, he ran off and left me.” You said playing with the hem of your skirt. “ aww, that’s too bad. Tell you what. I’ll be your boyfriend.” You were confused and offended. “ I don’t know you.” You spat crossing your arms. He looked back and forth dramatically “uhh, what’s your point?” “ My point is, I don’t know you. You can’t just be my boyfriend.”

“ Oh but I can,” you watched in shock and horror as he shifted his form trying on a few faces of the men that you recognized lying on the floor of the train car. “Stop, that’s so distasteful.” This makes him laugh. “Distasteful?, you’re funny, I like you.” He smiled a smile that wasn’t his as he moved toward you. He reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging lightly “ I’m your boyfriend now, which means I get to have you“ Have me?” You blushed, alone, afraid, and aroused. His breath fanned your neck making your body shiver delightfully. Every little pulse of your heartbeat could now be felt between your legs that you clenched shut trying to simmer your purring kitten. He noticed this and took a stray tendril of your hair around his finger. “ I’m kind of nervous too, this being our first date and all.” He leaned in close and the itchy bearded face of whomever's poor soul brushed against your face. causing you to flinch. “ wait,” you said gently, hoping not to unsettle him. “ I-, I think I’d prefer your actual face please.” “ Well then,” he smiles and snaps his fingers. You shudder watching the rippling flesh as it warped with bone and muscle grotesquely shifting places inside his body. Settling into his original form, he grabbed for you. “ No, sir- please I can’t.” You sobbed helplessly letting the stranger feel you up. So indecent he was. Tearing your top down so your pretty tits could bounce free. All you’d done is smile at him and the patch faced entity was serious about being your boyfriend so he could have his way with you. He smacked his perfect lips together “Aww but please, you’re just scared, just give me a chance … and call me Mahito, sir seems so formal, yeah?” “ sir.. erm I mean Mahito, this is my point, I’ve only just learned your name, so you can’t be my boyfriend. ok.” He stood, cocking his head to the side. His bubbly energy starting to seem more sinister. “ well, no big deal, this would be uh, what do your humans call it, ahh!” He snaps his fingers. “ casual, ! we’ll keep it casual.” Soon again, lips were dotting your neck with kisses but when grabbed your tits, he grew meaner, sucking them into his mouth roughly, making you yelp and grasp for his shoulders but your hands were received easily and pushed aside so he could continue his work. You flinched again. His skilled tongue was too enjoyable. It was wrong to want more of it slithering all over you. “ Mahito” you whispered closing your legs again “Sir—ah- Mahito please.” “ oh, don’t interrupt me sweetheart , I was just getting to the good part.” He comes up from your navel, pouty blushed lips glistening from sucking all over your skin. “ you know it’srude to talk with your mouthful.” He said pushing you to the wall and taking your thigh into his grasp to hoist it over his shoulder. The devilish grin makes you close your hands over your now bare pussy. His laughter was hot between your legs, fanning the wetness that leaked out of you. “ hold still sweetheart.” Before you could speak he entered you with wicked fingers. Long and lithe as they pushed in deep, “ohhhh,” he giggled like a kid in a candy store. You were trembling, feeling how well your clenching walls accepted strangers' digits. He pulsed up into that delicate center until you were dripping down his arms. If this were your boyfriend, that would’ve been it, so when he slipped that sinfully long tongue through your folds, you yelped. “ bet your boyfriend couldn’t do that could he?” As he taunted you, his fingers were behaving in such crude ways, some plucking harshly at your nipples making you squirm trying to cover yourself as you vaguely recalled where you were. The other employed his cursed fingers, transfiguring them to worm their way deep inside your other entrance. Your first instinct was to cover your mouth to hide the shameful sound of pleasure that was being forced upon you. Much as you tried though, your eyes rolled skyward as you leaned back on the wall, legs wide open as you tug at his soft ponytail.

“ Mah - mah - Mahito” you sputtered as you began to ride his face. “ does this ahhhh- mean you won’t kill me.” He smirked with a mouthful of your overflowing cunt. “ who said anything about not killing you?” You froze, the hair on your neck standing up. “ ah well, the jigs up” “ Wha—.” You were cut off by him kissing away the tear that dropped from your lashes onto your cheek. He moved to your lips pushing his disgusting greedy appendage between your lips forcing you to open. Once inside, he caressed your face before pulling away. “ you were fun, thanks.” He smiles revealing a dazzling set of teeth. Awkwardly you shuffled trying to fix your clothes when your throat began to tighten. Your eyes grew wide with terror as you felt the growing orb in your throat tearing its way out violently. He laughed shielding his face from the blast. Tasting your blood on his lips he smiled. “ yummy.”

From the blood room 🩸

[miraclesabound]

All of This is Temporary

Summary: What should have been Mikey and Reader's special night goes sideways, and unfortunately, it never gets fixed.

Pairing: Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader, pre-relationship

Notes: This idea of Mikey and his friend getting thrown out of some VIP event came to me in a dream (and the music cue as well). A surprise cameo from one of my other favorite characters from a different show, because he showed up in the dream too. Also on AO3.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Bear, canon-typical language, classism, unrequited (?) love, addiction themes, tragic ending (mention of Mikey's suicide)

Tags: @pettyprocrastination, @cinewhore, @phoenixhalliwell, @nolita-fairytale

NOVEMBER 2021

The movie that Mikey won tickets for is at Doc Films , and given the place's history, you and Mikey are almost more dressed for an opera than a movie. He's done out in an old but clean tux, bow tie and cummerbund included - and you bought yourself a silver dress with matching clutch. You may not be a couple, but you take internal satisfaction in knowing how good you two look together right now.

The main thing that's important to you is that, at least from what you can tell, Mikey is fully sober this evening. You know you're not his keeper, but you feel some pride on his behalf - whatever he's strugging with, he's made the effort for you tonight, and that warms your heart.

However, that warmth sours in your stomach when you actually get to the theater. When you and Mikey walk in, it's clear that this is a much smaller event than you thought - and that you and Mikey are WILDLY overdressed. Of the maybe twenty total people there, the only other person dressed formally is a gruff-looking man whose hair is almost as dark as Mikey's is. In his case, he's wearing a strikingly modern all-black suit.

Mikey smiles when he sees the other man and gives him a hearty handshake. "Roy fuckin' Kent! What brings ya this way?"

Roy shrugs, but he accepts Mikey's handshake just the same. "Mikey Berzatto, ya old dog - just takin' some travel time - Coach Lasso fuckin' insisted... And who's this, then?"

Mikey introduces you, explaining that Roy had visited The Beef by accident a few years back during an exhibition tour in the States. "You better come in for a couple sandwiches tomorrow for lunch, ya hear me?" he tells Roy. "Won't take no for an answer!"

"Wouldn't miss it," Roy says. You and Mikey take your seats on Roy's other side.

A woman a few seats away chimes in with: "Oh, you two look so nice - is that your tux?" You don't care for the look of her - she comes across like someone trying to draw Mikey's sister Natalie from a mirror image only.

You want to believe that she's just being nice, but something about her tone is venomous, and Mikey must feel the same way. His response is icy. " 'Course it's mine, why wouldn't it be?"

"You're Michael Berzatto, right?"

"Yeah?"

"My cousins love your shop - I guess I'm just wondering why a sandwich shop owner would need to buy a tux instead of renting one; that's all."

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was trying to call you and Mikey tacky. Apparently Roy feels the same way, because he leans over towards her and says, "Oi, Pam, knock it off, yeah? Movie's startin'."

"Pam..." you think to yourself. "Why does that name sound familiar?" The lights turn off, and you smile to yourself when you hear a familiar musical sting playing for the movie intro.

"Don't call me by my name...all of this is temporary..."

You know this song very well, and you can't help but hum along. To your pleasant surprise, you swear that Roy is humming too. Who knew such a brash guy liked Halsey? Neither of you notice Mikey staring at you like you hung the moon and stars.

Suddenly the lights come up, and that woman who looks like Natalie's evil twin is standing in front of you, a sickening smile on her face. "Miss, you're going to have to leave," she tells you. "This is an exclusive event, and you're causing a disturbance."

Roy, God bless the man, speaks up for you - and thank goodness, because you feel like you're going to vaporize from embarrassment. "Pam, it's nothin', I was humming too."

"You're a VIP, Roy, and she isn't. It's my movie, and if I want her and her ridiculous disco ball of a dress out of here, that's my prerogative." Shit, you realize. This is Pam Stratford, the writer that Mikey enjoys so much. No wonder he was excited to get these tickets...

Mikey pulls you into his side - almost as if he expects Pam to take a swing at you. "Listen, I've always liked your work, but you don't get to talk to my g- - my friend like that - we got our tickets fair and square."

You can see that flash in Mikey's eyes that means either a bender or a fight is coming, and you don't want to see him arrested. Pam seems like the type to call the police in faster than they're needed. Pushing lightly against his chest, you say "Bear, it's ok, I'll just go..."

"Then I'm leavin' too," he says. "Roy, I'll catch ya tomorrow - Pam? You can go fuck yourself for bein' a snobby bitch." The silence is deafening as you two leave the theater, but the outraged look on Pam's face is almost worth it.

You shudder as you step out into the night air, even with Mikey holding you and blasting like a furnace. "It's cold - take me home?"

"Yeah, let's get you back before you freeze."

--

The train ride back to your neighborhood is quiet, and it's not until the two of you are walking up to your stoop that Mikey says, "Pam was wrong - you look gorgeous in that dress, and that's God's honest truth."

You smile at him. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

"Do we...wanna try this again some other time?" he asks, holding your purse for you as you dig out your keys. "Maybe not a movie, but some other excuse to dress up?"

"I'd like that, Bear," you agree. "Let's aim for after Christmas - I know how nutty things get for you during December."

"Then it's a date?" Mikey asks. He doesn't mean to put you on the spot, but if you don't feel the same way he does, he'd rather know now.

Your smile grows even wider. "It's a date - we'll nail down details after New Years." With a sudden burst of bravery, you hug him tight and kiss his cheek. "G'night, my bear."

--

Unfortunately, the holidays madness makes Mikey spiral in a bad way, and he never texts you back about the date. In fact, you don't realize as you turn to open your door that this will be the last time you see him alive.

[kanerallels]

My story for @sw-olives-and-grapes, which I finished JUST in time last night! It's a little messy and I'm not totally satisfied with the ending, but I hope you guys like it nonetheless!

Read on AO3!

(note for those who don't follow the link: Hera and Kanan's outfits are inspired by pictures I've seen of the Chinese hanfu! Also there are no real content warnings here)

“COME ON GUYS WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

“Since when is Ezra the one who wants to be on time?” Caleb Dume muttered, tugging at the collar of his tunic for the thousandth time. His formal Jedi robes might have been right for the occasion, but that didn’t stop them from being more uncomfortable than his usual attire.

Hera’s voice was muffled by the closed door of her room, where she was changing. “Probably since Sabine’s the one doing the fireworks after the ceremony. And he’s grown up more than we give him credit for, dear.”

“Don’t remind me,” Caleb said, sighing and letting the back of his head thump against the wall he was leaning against. “Seems like just yesterday he was falling off of roofs and causing international incidents with Mandalorians. Now he’s well on his way to becoming a Knight.”

As painful as it was to see his Padawan growing up, he was also proud. Ezra had become much wiser and more powerful since Caleb had first met him, and he was growing into a fine Jedi.

“You’ve done a good job of teaching him,” Hera pointed out, her tone knowing— as it always was. It sharpened into something a little more amused as she added, “And as I recall, you had a little something to do with that particular international incident.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Caleb grumbled as Hera’s bedroom door hissed open. “Just leave you and Sabine to— wow.”

Hera lifted an eyebrow at him as she stepped out of the room. “You’re staring, Caleb.”

“I’m not,” Caleb said, staring. “You just… you look really nice.”

Nice didn’t quite sum it up. She was wearing a dress— a simple dark blue undertunic, with a full, fluttering skirt over it. It shaded from blue to a pale silver towards the hem, as did the light blue edged robe she wore over it. The upper half of the tunic had a blue panel, embroidered with silver and darker blue. Similar embroidery marked the hem of the robe.

The colors shimmered against her skin, and the flowing fabric made her look elegant and beautiful and Caleb felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her, like it so often did. 

Judging by the half amused, half embarrassed smile Hera was giving him, he was still staring. Clearing his throat, Caleb said, “I, uh, I assumed you’d be wearing your dress uniform.”

“I was going to,” Hera said wryly. “But somehow, there was a mishap in the laundry, and Ezra turned it an unflattering shade of pink. And then it happened to be out when Sabine was working on getting the fireworks ready, and she set it partially on fire.”

Caleb snorted. “Wow. You’d almost think they were planning something like this.” Knowing Sabine and Ezra’s propensity for mischief, he wasn’t exactly surprised. Especially when he noted how similar the color of his blue and gray robes were to Hera’s dress.

Rolling her eyes, Hera said, “Oh, yeah. That would be such a shock, knowing these two.”

“HERA, CALEB, ZEB’S HERE AND HE’S IMPATIENT TOO,” Ezra yelled from down at the entry bay. “CAN WE JUST GO ALREADY?”

Exchanging an amused look with Hera, Caleb said, “We should probably get going.” Offering her his arm, he asked, “Are you ready?”

Looping her arm through his, Hera replied, “Always, dear.”

Together, they headed down to the entry bay. Ezra was waiting, wearing his own set of formal robes and bouncing up and down on his heels with impatience. Zeb was with him, looking bored and slightly fancier than usual in his Lasat Honor Guard uniform. Chopper was, for once, waiting near them without making trouble, although Kanan had a feeling that wouldn’t last long.

“Finally,” Ezra said, spotting them. “Let’s go! You look really nice, Hera. Uh, sorry about your uniform.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ezra,” Hera assured him. “And you’re right, we should get going. We don’t want to miss Caleb’s ceremony, after all.”

Letting out a groan as they headed down the ramp, Caleb said, “Don’t remind me.”

“What, you’re not looking forward to getting up in front of all those people?” Zeb asked, his grin just a little too wicked. “Getting that award and whatnot?”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Caleb told him. “And it’s not an award, it’s just a ceremony honoring some of the people who fought in the last battles of the war here on Coruscant—”

“Like you,” Ezra said cheerfully. “And Rex— he’s gonna be there, right?”

“I think so— Ahsoka said she wanted someone there to distract her from being bored out of her mind,” Hera said, and Caleb snorted.

“Skywalker’s gonna be there. None of us are going to be bored.”

Together, they made their way to the speeder parked at the edge of the landing platform. As Zeb, Ezra, and Chopper slid into the back seat, Caleb took the front passenger seat, and Hera arranged her skirts neatly around her as she sat in the driver’s seat. Bringing the speeder to life, she moved them forward and into the flow of Coruscanti traffic.

Despite the general nature of traffic on Coruscant, especially in the evening, it wasn’t long before they arrived. Their goal, a small meeting hall in the upper levels, was lit up for the occasion, and surrounded by speeders— most of them piloted by droids dropping off their occupants.

As Hera brought their speeder to a stop nearby, switching it off, Caleb vaulted out and headed around to her side. Offering her a hand, he said, “Can I give you a hand?”

Accepting it, Hera let him help her out of the speeder, remarking, “Such a gentleman.”

“Well, I was raised right,” Caleb said, and behind them, Ezra groaned.

“If you guys are just going to flirt all night, I’m leaving.”

“Come on, Ezra,” came a familiar voice, and Caleb turned to see Ahsoka Tano heading towards them, grinning. She wore a sleeveless black dress with a high collar and a long skirt, her sabers hanging from a belt on either hip. “If you say that, you’ll be gone before they serve the food. Let alone the fireworks.”

“Fair enough,” Ezra said, heaving a long, dramatic sigh. “Guess I’ll just suffer.”

Rolling his eyes, Caleb turned to Ahsoka. “Good to see you— have you seen any of the others, yet?”

“Rex is inside,” she replied. “I came out here to look for you, and the Skywalker-Amidala brood.”

“I have a feeling we’ll hear him coming,” Hera said wryly. “Ezra, Zeb, Chopper, we should probably find our seats. I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Ezra didn’t protest— another sign of how much he’d grown over the years, Caleb mused— just nodded and headed towards the hall, Zeb and Chopper on his heels.

Turning to him, Hera studied him for a moment. “Are you nervous?” she asked, moving forward to smooth down the front of his robes and straighten the sleeves.

Caleb let her. He’d be lying if he said he minded.”Not really,” he said. “Mostly it seems like a big deal over nothing. I didn’t even do that much, and it was years ago.”

“You and I both know it was more than nothing,” Hera pointed out. “There are people here today— Jedi especially, who wouldn’t be here without you.” Checking him over one last time, she added, “If it helps, I’m sure this is far from the only thing you’ll be remembered for.”

“As long as you remember me, that’s all that really mattered,” Caleb told her, which drew a smile across her face. Stepping a little closer, she pressed a kiss against his cheek, and Caleb had to resist the urge to turn it into a proper kiss, to pull her closer still.

Drawing back, Hera smiled at him in the way that said she knew exactly what he was thinking. And I’m supposed to be the Jedi around here. “I’ll be watching in the crowd. Good luck, love.”

And with that, she turned and headed inside, taking most of Caleb’s concentration with her. It was more than a few seconds before he registered Ahsoka calling his name. Glancing at her, startled, he saw her grinning at him. “Way to be subtle, Dume. You’d put Skyguy to shame.”

“Okay, that’s just mean,” Caleb told her as a speeder zipped out of the traffic towards them, coming to a sharp stop that nearly slammed into the side of the landing platform. Caleb was not remotely surprised to recognize Anakin Skywalker in the driver’s seat. He was steering with one hand, smiling easily as he hopped out and moved to assist his wife, Senator Amidala. The senator wore a dress of satiny, dark purple fabric, simply and elegantly cut. The bishop sleeves were a sheer, paler purple, beaded in sparkling patterns. Her hair was twisted up in a mass of braids around her head, strands of gems shimmering in the braids. This provided a sharp contrast to Skywalker himself, who wore simple dark brown and black robes and had his hair cut short.

Two of their children, Luke and Leia, were with them. Leia was dressed in simple but elegant white with her hair pulled back in braids twisted with silver, and Luke wore black, like his father. The blonde boy caught sight of Ahsoka and Caleb and waved as he followed his mother and sister inside. Anakin headed in as well, but not before stopping to chat with a group of men clad in blue and white armor.

“It’ll be good to see Anakin again,” Ahsoka remarked. “He gets so busy with his… mechanic shop that isn’t a front for any kind of vigilante activity.”

“I always forget how subtle your lineage is,” Caleb quipped, lifting an eyebrow at the Togruta Jedi, who rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re not much better yourself. How are you feeling about the ceremony?”

Caleb took a minute before shrugging. “Fine. It seems a little unnecessary to invite me— I mean, I barely did anything. Everyone handling the Chancellor were Jedi Knights at the very least. All I did was talk to one clone trooper at the exact right time.”

“You saved his life, and the lives of others,” Ahsoka pointed out quietly. “Don’t underestimate that.”

“Hm. And then there’s you, who—”

“Showed up fifteen minutes late with Spacebucks?”

“I was going to say who took out a former Sith lord, crashed her ship, and showed up here in time to help me,” Caleb said wryly. “But sure, that too.”

Ahsoka laughed. “Come on, let’s get in there before we get wrangled by some poor event organizer. The sooner it’s done, the sooner we eat.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

They headed into the hall, following Skywalker and a few others who were chatting quietly. The antechamber they entered into still held a few people, but Caleb could see most of them had moved into the main body of the hall. It was filling up quickly, and he felt his first twinge of nervousness.

“You’re feeling nervous now, aren’t you?” Ahsoka asked, sounding amused. “I’ve seen you wrangle bloodthirsty mobs— all you have to do now is stand there.”

“I know, I know,” Caleb grumbled. “Unlike you, however, I’ve never done one of these things before. Since, you know, I didn’t actually do all that much.”

“We can have this debate later. Come on, we’re supposed to be backstage.”

Heaving a long sigh, Caleb followed her down a side hall and into a back room, where there were a handful of others. Among them were Skywalker, Masters Tapal, Junda, Fisto, and Windu. The latter of which looked up at their entry, and gave Caleb one of his non-smiles. “Caleb.”

“Master Windu,” Caleb said, smiling at him and giving a respectful bow. “Good to see you.”

Ahsoka gave a brief nod, muttering under her breath, “I still can’t believe you two get along so well.”

“He’s my grand-master, Ahsoka. Besides, the only reason you don’t really get along is because your lineage is full of lunatics.”

“Okay that is not why AT ALL—”

The sound of applause from onstage cut Ahsoka off, and Master Junda said, “That’s our cue. Skywalker, Windu, take the lead?”

The duo exchanged a slightly amused look, and headed out onto the stage together. Caleb, resisting the urge to run a hand through his hair, followed the rest of the Jedi, Ahsoka right behind him.

The stage held only a podium, where Senator Bail Organa stood. Caleb knew the man— not well, but he liked him. Senator Organa gave them an encouraging nod and smile as they lined up behind him on the stage, along with a small crowd of clones. Caleb recognized Rex and Commander Fox, and gave them a quick nod as Senator Organa started speaking.

“Welcome, everyone,” he said, his voice amplified by the microphone. The murmuring crowds quieted down anyway, turning their attention to him. Caleb started looking for Hera as the senator continued.

“I’m glad to see you all here. Today we celebrate the twenty year anniversary of the end of the Clone War. While there were still battles fought with the Separatist remnants after this point, this was the day, twenty years ago, that the Jedi engaged and defeated the Sith Lord who had taken over our Senate, and, with the help of some of our noblest members of the Grand Army of the Republic, retook the Senate building from the troopers under his control.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Caleb saw Fox shift fractionally, and he held back a wince of sympathy. The commander had been one of the ones Palpatine had been controlling, along with most of his men. He’d nearly been responsible for a lot of lives lost.

“When the Jedi’s valor is mentioned, I find that, far too often, we gloss over the role of the GAR,” Senator Organa continued. “Both those who arrived on site with their generals and those who, once freed from the Chancellor’s control, joined our side. Without the help of men like Commander Fox, our Republic would not be where it is today.”

Caleb couldn’t hold back a grin as he heard raucous cheers coming from the audience, where several armored troopers were pounding their feet against the ground in approval. Senator Organa smiled as well, and waited for silence until he continued.

“The revelation of the Chancellor’s deception and his intention to tear down the Republic, replacing it with his dictatorial Empire, was a shock to everyone. Our trust was shaken, but we kept moving. Life as we knew it was suspended, an interim chancellor was put in place. We turned to the Jedi for help, and they came through as they often do, as did the warriors of the GAR, to whom we owe so much.”

The senator paused, looking somber. “There is much that could be said about this time. About how we finally righted some great wrongs against certain citizens of our Republic, or how we managed to bring the Separatists back. About how we managed to bring a time of peace. That last part is what I would like to focus on tonight, though. 

“Our time of peace was only brought about by working together, by setting aside differences for the greater good. And that, my friends, is something I would like all of you to remember.” Leaning forward, Senator Organa said, “Our greatest times will come when we work together. Not when we are divided by strife or arguments.”

He paused, letting the words sink in, then smiled. “But we didn’t gather here tonight so I could lecture you. We’re here to celebrate— to celebrate those who sacrificed their lives for us and those who are still here. And to celebrate the victory we achieved together. Because together, we’re better.”

As Senator Organa spoke the last words, Caleb finally found Hera in the crowd. She caught his gaze and smiled, and it was like she was the only thing in the galaxy that existed. Together, we’re better, he thought. I’ve never heard something more true in my life. A smile crossed his face.

He barely heard the applause as the senator ended his speech and the crowd rose to their feet. All that mattered was the moment when they moved off the stage, and Hera was with him, catching hold of his hand and giving it a quick squeeze.

Later would come dinner and reuniting with old friends, speeches from other veterans and Jedi and the most incredible fireworks in the galaxy. But all that really mattered were the people at his side now.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

1. did father-in-law!jungkook desire oc even before he slept with her for the first time? he didn't agree to his son and oc's marriage immediately, but when he slept with her, he mentioned that he had been thinking about them together for a long time? did their infertility struggles make it easier for him to get to her?

2. would it be worse for oc if she lived with her in-laws, in the sense that jungkook would provoke her even more, possibly be even more daring by subtly rubbing his bulge against her ass knowing that they could get caught, cause their so's are in the house? i feel like it would've opened a whole new gate to their affair, probably more sex? risky sex too?

I answered quite a few of your questions from the first part in Ask 4 so for sure check that one out if you haven't already and be sure to send another ask if you have any follow up questions hehe

For the second one why don't I let them speak for themselves...

I stand up as tall as I can, trying to get the pitcher on the top shelf so I can make some lemonade for us all but before I'm able to reach it I feel someone pressed up against my back and see a hand reaching up and grabbing it for me with ease. 

"Thanks Honey!" I say lovingly and feel a hand snake around my waist making me lean into him. "You're welcome angel" I hear whispered in my ear and I freeze up at the voice before turning around and shoving him off.

"Jungkook what the fuck?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down so I don't alert Mrs. Jeon in the other room. "What? I just wanted to help you. You're the one who leaned back into me" he says coming back towards me and placing a hand on my waist but I push him off again before he can get any closer. 

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're really getting hard right now just from that?" I say taking note of the growing bulge in his pants. I try to walk out of the kitchen after seeing that but Jungkook grabs my wrist keeping me here. "I'm not done talking to you love" he says taunting me. "Well I'm done talking to you" I say trying to slip my hand out of his grasp but he grabs on tighter and pull me back.

"I have a proposition for you" he says rubbing circles on the inside of my wrist to soothe the pain that he caused. "Last time you propositioned me was when I got myself into this mess with you so whatever it is the answer is no" I say and he stops my continued efforts of trying to get away from him because he knows no matter what I won't cause a scene. Especially not in my own house. 

"I was wondering, since my son is gone for a majority of the year with all of the trips I'm having to send him on wouldn't it be easier for you and the children were to stay with us when he's gone? In fact you could probably consider moving in since 'Grandma' would be there most of the time to help" he asks while looking at me over the rim of his glass. 

"Never. Gonna. Happen. My children and I-" he raises a brow at me leaving me take a quick glance around before complying. "Our children and I need our own space and I do not want to impose on Mrs. Jeon. Plus I want to stay as far away from you as possible at all times so why would I subject myself to that kind of torture?" I say, surprised that he would eve think it would be something I would consider.

"The nanny is perfectly capable if lending me a helping hand so I won't need your help to that extent. Both of you are welcome to come see the children but I would prefer if you were to both come together since your random visits have made me very uncomfortable" I say hoping he'll hear me out and alter his behavior. 

"It's cute that you think we would do something like that love. My wife and I only go to places together when absolutely required like say when we're at formal events. This simple family time that I would like to have isn't going to be one of those cases. So I guess that means I'm still welcome to come" he says knowing that he would anyway even if I were to say no. 

"Just show some common courtesy and text me before you come over" I ask hoping that he'll at least start doing that. "Mmm I will if I feel like it but no promises" he say tapping twice under my chin and walking away. 

'Just when I thought he couldn't get anymore crazy he tries to get me to do that? Un fucking believable'. 

"Hey honey did you need any help in here?" Mrs. Jeon asks, making her way into the kitchen after I had been cutting up some lemons for a few minutes after Jungkook had left. "No that's okay don't worry about it. I got it" I say and start using the juicer to get us some fresh lemonade but she insists nonetheless. 

"The children have been asking for you outside so why don't you let me take this over" she insists again. "Oh yeah then I guess if you don't mind" I say wiping my hands on a towel, not wanting her to get suspicious of my determination in declining her help since she had a good reason to come and take over. 

"Of course not! I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to sweetie" she says laughing and sending me on my way. I look back at her after I've taken a few step and just watch as she starts putting all the ingredients together. 

She's such a beautiful and kind person so I don't know why Jungkook would ever want to cheat on someone like her. Then again nothing that he does seems to make any sense. She's too good for him and it's sad to see her locked into the clearly loveless marriage they're in. 

"Mommy, mommy come on! I want to show you the drawings I did with the sidewalk chalk that grandpa got me!" my daughter says, tugging on my skirt. "Alright love I'm coming" I say, smiling down at her and laugh as she drags me outside when I'm not going fast enough. 

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[vyntilador]

Enchanted

They always say that promises will eventually be broken, no matter how many times the other party swore. You knew the eventual pain will soon devour you and engulf you in a dark feeling of melancholy but, why must he, out of all people, betray you like this?

Genre: Angst ofc

Characters: Vyn, Marius

Fandom: Tears of Themis

No pronouns mentioned so its gn(i think.. This isnt proofread😭)

Royal AU‼️

T/W ¦ C/W: none?? (i forgot was cw stands for but slay anyway)

A/N: MIDWAY TRYNA WRITE VYNS I THOIGHT, WHY NOT MAKE IT A MISUNDERSTANDING??? SO HERE YALLS GO IMMA GO HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS LDMAOOAAOAOOAAOA ALSO ROYAL AU????

I think i need to do vyn justice tbh

Also explenation at the very end of this post!!

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𝓥𝔂𝓷

Loving him was a sacrifice; a risk. Yet, like a moth to a flame, you were captivated by the shining light that he was and so was he or at least u think so. The gentle smile he puts on his face every time he catches sight of you, the way he purposefully brushes his hand against yours when you're walking side by side, how he looks at you lovingly as you tell him all the things that happend that day, was it all a hoax? A lie? He was more than capable of doing so since he had a great understanding of the human brain. He promised you then and again that he'll never fall for the cheap tricks of his father to let him go back, nor will he let your relationship turn for the worst but was it all a lie as well?

Your eyes remained fixated on the scene bestowed upon you; Vilheilm de Haspran, the heir of Svart, standing beside a woman with his arms around her waist. His eyes sparkled like how it did whenever he listened to your stories, his posture remained formal but it was still relaxed; he's never been like this to anyone from the royal family, nor has he been with other people except you. It was as if time stopped but in reality, you were just frozen in place while you tried to process what was happening and without you fullu functioning, you walked away from them, slow walking turning into jogging to running. The sounds of your shoes tapping echoed through the elegant halls as you desperately run away, closing your eyes to try and erase the memory of it when suddenly, your face hits a soft surface and you come to a halt as you slowly lean towards it, losing balance. You gasp and open your eyes quickly to look up at him as he smiles down at you; "I expected everything but to bump into an angel from the heavens itslef. Are you alright?"

Vyn route(this) —> Artem route(next) (not written yet)

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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

He was an overly energetic prince that constantly caused trouble so you were fully aware that by being in a relationship with him, there would be many instances of misunderstandings and hindrances but this time, he's gone too far. Due to his good looks and the skill for managing a whole nation despite his young age, many ladies have always took a liking to him and that meant that there will be many women that'd invite him for an arrange marriage despite already being in a relationship. He'd usually decline everything, keeping you in his mind but this time, a particularly stubborn lady had come. She'd already come many times before, trying to have Marius' hand in marriage but seeing how he's unsuccessful, she's turned to the tactic of seduction. She came to balls that he hosted with revealing clothing, improper for a lady of her standing, yet she never cared. You and Marius sat and hung inside one of the private common rooms of the palace, his arm around your shoulders as you sat on a couch, staring at the stars outside when you excused yourself for a moment, smiling to yourself as you went to grab the present you prepared for him. You caught sight of a woman by the corner of your eye but you brushed it off and continued walking to your shared room, fairly far, with a spring to your step. Unknowingly for you, the woman you saw was Marius' stubborn admirer. She opens the door with you out of sight and she sighs and smiles for a moment, the moonlight, shades her figure instead of shining on her as if the stars and the moon above knew of her plan.

"Oh, were you waiting for me? Have you gone through a change of heart, your highness?" She speak speaks in a low voice, forcing her voice to sound 'attractive'. Marius whips his head around to see the persistent woman, he sighs and he spoke in an uninterested manner. "My lady, with all due respect, I wish for myself to stay calm and collected when speaking with a woman so please, just simply take 'no' as an answer." He stands up and turns to the woman, staying a safe distance away. "I'm afraid that's impossible." she slowly walks towards him. "You're simply restraining yourself because of that witch" Marius furrows his brows at the woman's words. "Have you no shame?! How dare you speak so unpleasantly of the prince's lover?" His voice rose slightly and he stared down at the woman that stood right in front of him. "You no longer have you restrain yourself, darling. That...lover of yours will soon be gone."

You however, were walking back to the room Marius was in with a small box in hand. A bright smile was etched on your face as you thought of how this jewelry will fit him perfectly. You reached out to turn the door knob when suddenly, a hand rest on your waist, gently pushing you out the way as an arrow passes by you, leaving only a few inches away from your face. You flinch and turn around but you saw your most talented knight and closest friend, shielding you. "It's alright. They're gone now." You whisper a quick thank you as you open the door and the box in yiur hand falls to the floor as your eyes glued to the view before you. The woman quickly pushed herself to him, her hands on his face as thier faces collided and so did their lips. You were frozen in place, not by the freezing air of the night but by the pure betrayal. Marius pushes the woman away and catches sight of your bewildered face standing by the door. He reached out but you quickly turned by your heel and walked away, leaving your gift for him and Marius himself. He pushes the woman away and knelt down to grab the box you left, and as he opens it, there sat a necklace with a purple gem on the middle of it. He stands back up to run after you but your most trusted knight stops him. "Forcing it won't do you any good." Those were the only words he said before walking after you, leaving a hurt Marius behind.

Marius route(this) —> Luke route(next) (not written yet)

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A/N: for the things at the end of the post, im making it kinda like a love triangle or smthn so like the Vyn—>Artem route, artem comforts you at the next part and the same will happen in the marius—>luke route unless i change things up. Since this one is an angsty one, the next will b comfort

(which saves me a fuck ton of time like,,, LOOK AY HOW LONG MARIUS' IS😭😭 i wrote this for a solid hour and also thx vyn for releasing me from writers block💀 i appreciate ur sacrifice)

Lemme knkw if its too small bcs like while editing this in tumblr, i almost tried zooming in n im blind asf so,, 💀

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Hi! I am a sucker for hc where Levi is illiterate when he first joined the scouts, tried to hide it from everyone but eventually Hange notices..LEVIHAN FLUFF ❤️✋💀

This was an awesome ask! Thank you so much for sending it to me. I love writing canonverse, especially when I get the chance to work in a hc amongst the source material. I added some of my hcs for Hange too. Hope you like it - let me know what you think! A World Without Words Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 1632 words Canon universe

A hush had settled over the Mess Hall, broken only by the occasional clinking of cutlery and low hum of voices. A pair of fresh recruits were heatedly debating a topic in low, urgent tones. The newly-appointed leader of Second Squad sat staring into an empty tankard. On the far side of the room Hange had taken a lone seat at one of the long, wooden tables. Their hands were clasped upon the tabletop; in front of them a plaid tea towel had been draped over two dishes. Eyes alight, they spied Levi as he entered through the main doors. Slyly, and without turning their head, Hange mapped his progress as he crossed the hall towards them.  

“Evening, Levi!” they began animatedly before he had even reached for the backrest of the closest chair. “Now, I know this dinner is seriously overdue, given how long it’s been since your first expedition…”

Levi scraped his chair against the flagstones noisily, causing several heads to whip around in their direction. 

“...I’m sorry that I couldn’t afford anywhere more fancy! My measly wages just don’t stretch that far,” Hange laughed. “But luckily, I was able to save us -” Theatrically, they flung back the plaid cloth to reveal two floral-patterned plates bearing thick slices of flaky pastry, each deep-filled with cold offcuts. 

“The last two pieces of pie!” 

“You needn’t have gone to any trouble,” Levi said in a low voice. “I’m not hungry.”

Hange’s hand dropped to the table in defeat. “So much for that then. I guess I could always give the other slice to Moblit…”

Levi took a seat beside Hange, one arm leaning on the table’s edge. “You brought those papers, right?” 

“Right! The purchase order forms.”

Hange reached down to retrieve several crumpled sheets, a pen nib and a small well of ink from their bag. They pushed the plates aside and laid the materials out between the two of them.

“I’ve been curious since you mentioned it, Levi… what exactly do you need these for?”

Levi leaned back so that his elbow rested on the back of his chair. “Well… since I’ve been made Captain, it means I’ve gotta sign formal papers, right? Let’s just say someone suggested I take a look at a few examples.” 

“Ah, then say no more!” Hange brought the top sheet closer, tracing the lines of cramped, untidy scrawl with their finger. “The item you’re ordering goes in this column, reference or serial number if needed in the second column, and then the cost goes here.” Their finger travelled to the bottom of the paper. “Then you need to sign and date it before it goes to Erwin for approval.”

Hange sat back as Levi pored over the contents of the page. “Do you use the same form for everything? Food, equipment - things like that?”

“The same type of form, sure, but you would order food provisions separately to, say, housekeeping supplies or weaponry.” Hange pushed their glasses further up their nose. Levi’s brow was furrowed in concentration as he read, his mouth silently shaping the letters. Hange felt compelled to offer an apologetic shrug.

“This one is for specialist equipment,” they tried meekly. “The top row says ‘microscope.’ It’s not easy to read thanks to my bad handwriting!”

Without reply, Levi shuffled the papers so that a bank sheet was placed beside Hange’s order form. His expression, if anything, grew more intense as he dipped the pen into the inkwell. Hange glanced around the sparse hall, listening to the scratching of Levi’s writing amidst the murmur of voices. It was only as he drew to a sudden halt that Hange looked down at the page. They were astonished to see it empty.

At first, Hange wondered whether the pen nib had finally broken. It was one they had long meant to throw out. But - no - Levi had only managed to produce a few disjointed letters before the pen had come to a rest, point-down on the page. His arm was trembling as he pressed the nib down hard. The metal buckled, threatening to snap. 

“Levi!” Hange grabbed the tea towel to mop up the ink which had spurted onto the paper. “Stop - you’ll tear a hole in it!”

But Levi was still glaring, the pen clutched in his whitened fist. All of a sudden, Hange felt like a fool. They removed the towel, twisting it upon their lap as they sought for a tactful way to address the obvious, but unanticipated, obstacle which lay before them. 

“Sorry. Perhaps one of Miche’s reports would have been easier - clearer -  to follow.”

Hange swallowed uncomfortably, the heat rising in their cheeks. 

“No.” Levi’s voice was calm, at odds with his squared shoulders and stiffened arm. “It’s not the handwriting.”

“Then… I’m sorry that I didn’t make the connection.” Despite their desire to avoid any further embarrassment for him, Hange could not help but scrutinise Levi’s writing. “I’m sure things in the Underground were very different when it came to education…”

Levi met their enquiring gaze, his eyes narrowed.

“I can read and write. I know the words I need,” Levi dropped the pen upon the table. “But when it comes to certain technical words like these…” He gestured at the paper. “...they never mattered as much. In that place, you didn’t need to know how to spell to go on living.”

“That makes sense.” Hange’s own shoulders relaxed a little. “Perhaps you never had a formal education, Levi, but you have combat skills and street smarts. You’re good at reading people.” 

Levi scoffed bitterly.

“Believe me when I say that Erwin doesn’t hire leaders based on their literacy levels.” Hange regarded him warmly over their clasped hands. “Not when they have so much more to offer.” 

Levi held their look for a moment before he glanced away uncomfortably. 

“And in the meantime, I can help!” Hange took a fresh sheet of paper from their bag and passed it to Levi for him to etch out a copy of the three columns.

“For instance when you write ‘grapple hook,’ ‘grapple’ has the ‘l’ and the ‘e’ the other way round.” Hange watched as Levi carefully transcribed the correct spelling onto the sheet.

“Underneath you wrote ‘gas’ before you stopped. Is that for a new batch of gas cylinders?”

Painstakingly, Levi copied each letter as Hange spelled the second word. They continued in this way until Levi had populated the columns. 

“I bet you picked all this up from books, huh Four Eyes?” Levi lifted his hand to check his penmanship. The letters were a little uneven and spaced out. Like a child’s writing, the dark ink glistened from the exertion of pressing the pen nib a little too hard against the paper. “Tell me you weren’t huddled under the covers each night, reading until morning?”

A wistful smile appeared on Hange’s face. Then the light dimmed in their eyes.

“I wish…” When they laughed this time, it was a hollow sound. “... but we didn’t have books at home.”

Levi placed the pen down. Hange lowered their hands to grip their knees, their gaze averted to the tabletop.

“I managed to get a couple of books from a trader in town. They were black market goods. I thought I’d hidden them well enough but my parents found them and burned them.”

Levi raised his eyebrows.

“Wallists,” Hange explained in answer to his surprise. “They were simple farming folk. Small town people with small minds. They were wary of outside influences and with good reason too. Each week came reports of disappearances, killings… the inescapable fates which awaited those who asked too many questions.”

They gave a small sigh.

“My school, like the others, banned all books other than those which were government-approved. We weren’t allowed to read for ourselves, think for ourselves or question what we were being told. It was all so -” They brought their fist down upon the table, sending the long-forgotten plates of pie clattering. “- infuriating!”

Levi’s mouth hung slightly open.

“We never really had books in the house either,” he admitted. “I remember there was one that Iz-” He stopped himself. Hange said nothing, for Levi had not so much as uttered the names of his two closest friends since their first disastrous expedition almost one year ago. 

Levi drew a breath and continued.

“We didn’t have much… what we did have was either traded or sold.” He rubbed an eye with the heel of his hand. “I can’t even remember what it was called now. I think it had a horse on the cover? Guess it’s just another lost thing.” A faraway look had come into his eyes.

Before Hange could offer comment, Levi seemed to shake himself out of his thoughts. He took up a fresh sheet and, laying it by the side of the first, began to copy out his lines neatly. Hange watched in quiet amazement.

“But look at this improvement already! I’ve never seen such progress before!” They gripped Levi’s shoulder.

“Careful, idiot! You’ll jog me.”

Hange released him and continued their proud observation as Levi dipped the pen in the inkwell. “Your writing is so neat, Levi. In a few more tries it’ll look as professional as newspaper print!”

Levi completed his final line slowly.

Above, approved. Levi.

“No thanks to this mess of a report.” Levi glowered at Hange’s original document. “...but I do owe you for the spelling lesson, at least. Thanks Hange.”

“Hmm.” Hange tapped a finger against their chin. “How about this then? You treat us to dinner next time. Call it payment for my tuition?”

Levi managed a husky laugh as he stood and gathered the papers into a pile.

“Let me think about that, Four Eyes. For now, I’d better go hand these in.”

[vilevenom]

Part four in my collection of ficlets for "Hello My Old Heart"!

I have been yearning to write some more Hickdory, because it fuels me, and quite frankly there is just not enough content of these two. For this part - a wedding! But probably not the one people would be hoping for, lol Enjoy!

John Dory, apparently, got weepy at weddings. Or, perhaps it was just because it was his baby brothers wedding. Either way, he was half covering his face to stop himself from openly sobbing as Branch recited his vows to Poppy. They were the sweetest, most sentimental vows John Dory had ever heard (not that he had a habit of being invited to weddings to hear a lot of vows), and they made John so thankful for Poppy and her persistence with his brother.

"Daddy? Why are you crying?" a hissed whisper to John's right made the teal troll finally pull his gaze from the happy couple, down to his four year old son who was watching him worriedly.

"They're happy tears, bug. Don't worry," John whispered back with a wet chuckle, ruffling Sky's curly hair. He lifted his gaze just in time to watch Poppy nearly bowl Branch over as they were pronounced married, his brother just barely managing to catch himself and Poppy as she kissed him soundly. "Sugar," John huffed out, sniffing back more tears as Hickory's arm wrapped around his shoulders from his left side.

"They're so cute," Hickory chuckled into John's ear, the country troll grinning widely as they watched the happy couple wave at the cheering crowd that had witnessed the ceremony. "Ya gonna be okay there, darlin'?"

"I'm just so happy for Branch," John choked out, wiping at his eyes, "Ugh. Didn't think I'd cry this much."

"Well, at least yer not alone in yer tears," Hickory said with a grin, gesturing for John to look at the other seats around him. It would seem that all of John's brothers were also criers. Which, although not surprising for Floyd or Bruce, was a bit surprising for Clay, who was red in the face and talking quietly to Viva as the happy couple walked back down the isle towards an awaiting flyer bug.

The wedding had been held in a large clearing, not too far from Pop Village. This way, the royal Bergen couple and Bruce's family could attend, without worry for the space available in town. It had been agreed, though, that after the ceremony, Bridget and Gristle would head back to Bergen town with Brandy and the kids, while the trolls held a party in Pop Village before Branch's official coronation as prince consort the next day.

"We're all such messes," John snorted, pulling a handkerchief from his hair to wipe his eyes, watching as Bruce trundled over to Brandy and his children to say goodbye before they all headed back to the village in Rhonda. His attention was diverted, once again, by his son as Sky tugged at the hem of the formal jacket he'd worn to the ceremony. "Yes? What is it, sweetheart?"

"Why did Uncle Branch and Aunt Poppy do this, again?" Sky asked, tilting his head with a confused little from on his face.

"Do what, sugar?" Hickory asked, leaning around John to pick Sky up.

"This," the tolling gestured to the milling crowd of trolls and clearing at large.

"The wedding?" John asked with a lopsided grin, tucking his handkerchief back into his hair.

"Yeah! That," Sky nodded, absently picking at the tiny flower on his shirt. He'd been the flower boy for the ceremony, and as such he had pinned a flower to his lapel, and had petals stuck in his hair.

"Well," John hummed, taking Sky from Hickory to bounce him on his hip, earning giggles from the trolling, "When two people love each other a whole bunch, and they decide they want to spend their whole lives together, they have a wedding. And all of their friends and family go to the wedding to celebrate how much those two people love each other."

"Oh," Sky hummed thoughtfully, tapping his little fingers on his chin thoughtfully. "Well, why did they put rings on each other?"

"Ah," Hickory piped up next to John, tickling Sky and causing the child to squeal happily, "That's so everyone else knows that they're each others chosen person, an' love each other to the moon and back."

Sky swatted at Hickory's hands, his face flushed as his giggles tapered off. "Papa, no! Stop," Sky gasped, waving his hand at his father, "I'm tryin' to learn." Hickory held his hands up in surrender, while John snorted in amusement, knowing full well he'd picked that up from Clay. Sky took a breath, turning a very serious expression to John Dory, who arched an eyebrow curiously. "So, why don't you an' Papa have rings?"

John blinked, having fully not expected such a question from a four year old. "Uhhh," he said intelligently, staring blankly at his child. Sky frowned, glancing between his parents, before fat tears welled up in his eyes.

"Do you not love each other a whole bunch?" Sky asked, voice indicating that he was very much on the verge of tears.

"Yer Daddy an' I love each other so much, that we just plum forgot all about gettin' married," Hickory was quick to intervene, taking Sky from John's arms and tossing him into the air a bit, hoping to distract the trolling from his oncoming tears. He caught Sky, shooting John a worried look over the trolling's head. John continued to stare into space, an odd look on his face. Hickory frowned lightly, only to turn a bright grin on Sky, who no longer appeared to be on the verge of a meltdown. "Tell ya what, bug. Why don't ya go with yer Uncle Floyd back to the village? I know ya like how fast he goes on his flyer bug."

Sky visibly perked up at that, clapping his hands together. "Oh! Can I?!"

"You bet! Why don't ya go an' ask him right quick, while he's talkin' to yer Uncle Clay?" Hickory set the trolling down, who immediately made a beeline for his uncles. Hickory watched Sky run and get scooped into Clays arms as he approached the brothers, before turning a worried look on John. "Johnny?"

John Dory shook his head quickly, flashing Hickory a brilliant smile. It was obviously fake to anyone who knew the teal troll. "Yeah?"

"What's eatin' ya, John?" Hickory asked, taking one of John's hands in both of his, giving it a little squeeze.

John's smile fell, shifting from the overly wide and toothful grin he used in photos to a more subdued one, his lips pressed thinly together. "Sorry. Sky just caught me off guard with that question. I wasn't expecting it."

"Kids say the darndest things, I've been told," Hickory nodded, shifting closer to John to cup the teal trolls cheek in the palm of his hand, "But ya look like you've seen a ghost of somethin', darlin'. Is it botherin' ya that much?"

"Of course not!" John shook his head quickly, lifting his hand to press Hickory's more firmly into his cheek. "We don't need to be married to know how much we mean to each other. I just…it's something to think about."

Hickory blinked in surprised, his smile turning slightly lop sided. "Is it now?"

John chuckled quietly, pecking a kiss to Hickory's lips. "Yeah. Maybe."

~

The reception party was massive. Trolls of all genres were in attendance, and the entirety of the town was decorated and celebrating Branch and Poppy's marriage. The party clearing was reserved for the party proper, but music, dancing and celebrations spilled out across the village.

"Quite the shindig," Hickory said with an impressed whistle when they finally made it back to town, shaking his head slightly with a smile.

"Everyone loves Poppy and Branch. This wedding was a long time coming," John hummed beside him. They both turned at the sound of their child's joyful shrieks approaching, watching as Floyd landed his flyer bug with a grin on his face, while Sky had his arms in the air, laughing wildly.

"Again, again!" the four year old shouted, laughing as he pushed a tiny pair of goggles off his face and into his hair. "Uncle Floyd, you give the BEST flyer bug rides!"

"Do I? That's quite the compliment. Thank you," Floyd laughed as he disembarked, before helping his nephew down.

"When I get big enough, will you teach me how to fly?!" Sky asked, bouncing on his toes as his parents approached.

"That is definitely something you are going to need to ask your dad about, kiddo," Floyd grinned, ruffling Sky's hair.

"Ask me what?" John scooped Sky up and tossed him into the air, reveling in the trolling's laughter.

"Uncle Floyd is going to teach me how to fly!" Sky informed, as though this was a stated fact.

"Is he now?" John arched an eyebrow at his brother, Floyd waving his hands in the air as he took a step back.

"When he's older! And I told him to ask, not tell," Floyd reassured, grinning awkwardly.

"I see," John hummed, shooting his brother one last suspicious look, before laughing and poking Sky in the belly. "All right, kiddo! You ready for a party?"

"Always!" Sky cheered, wriggling free of John's hold. Once he was on his feet he was off like a shot, running towards the party clearing.

"Such a pop troll," Hickory said fondly next to John, earning a light jab in his ribs from John Dory's elbow.

~

The party went off without a hitch. But that was to be expected, given that Poppy and Viva had planned the whole shebang, and Branch and Clay had taken all of the appropriate measures to ensure that nothing could or would go wrong. Truly, John could not think of better partners for his younger brothers.

"Okay, everyone," Poppy called from her spot atop a glow mushroom to the side of the party clearing, grinning widely while Branch stood beside her with a lovestruck expression on his face, "It's time for the bouquet toss!"

John snorted quietly as he watched trolls scramble to gather around near the base of the mushroom, sipping at his drink.

"Not a fan of the toss?" Bruce asked his older brother at noticing the amused expression on John's face.

"Not so much that," John hummed, shooting Bruce a grin, "I just think the scramble to catch a cluster of dead flowers to find out who's getting married next is funny."

"I think this particular toss is less about the superstition," Bruce hummed, "And more about having a memento of one of the most anticipated weddings of our generation."

That caught John's attention, he turned a sharp gaze to Bruce, eyebrow arching. "A memento, you say?"

"Oh no," Hickory groaned, rubbing at his face, "Bruce, what've ya done?"

"Out of my way!" John suddenly shouted, haphazardly tossing his cup behind himself as he jumped from his seat and made his way into the crowd of trolls beneath the mushroom.

The two watched as John Dory shoved his way through the crowd, ignoring anyone who called after him for being rude. Branch finally caught sight of his oldest brother as Poppy turned her back to the crowd, shooting a question look towards Bruce and Hickory, who shrugged back at him. The three of them could only watch as John shoved past trolls to get to the very center of the group, Bruce letting out a groan of embarrassment over how John was acting.

"Ready?" Poppy called over her shoulder, before tossing the bouquet into the air behind her. The bouquet sailed through the air as the group of trolls below shouted and moved, several giving up quickly and ducking out of the way of others who were not watching where they were going to try and catch the flowers.

John had a plan, though. Hickory gaped as he watched John grin and toss a glitter bomb into the air, causing nearly everyone in the crowd to scream and scatter. Meanwhile, the teal troll yanked his goggles over his eyes to protect them from the falling glitter and snatched the bouquet out of the air with a triumphant shout.

"I am never gonna hear the end of this from Branch, am I?" Hickory groaned half covering his face as John Dory cheered and waved the bouquet in the faces of other trolls as he walked back to their table. He caught a glimpse of Poppy and Branch up on the mushroom, the former looking amused, and the later annoyed.

"Judging by the look on his face right now? Probably not," Bruce said with a light laugh.

"Victory!" John shouted as he made it back to their table, holding the bouquet in the air.

"Guess you're getting married next, huh?" Bruce teased, grinning widely as John stuttered to a stop, his eyes flicking momentarily to Hickory before his cheeks went up in flames.

~

The party raged on for hours after that, and upon finding Sky tucked under their table asleep, his fur slathered in cake, John and Hickory figured it was about time to head home.

"Woo, what a party," Hickory laughed as they made their way back to their pod after bidding their farewells and congratulations, Sky fast asleep in his arms.

"It'll probably go until the sun rises. Or past that, honestly," John snorted, absently playing with the soft petals of the bouquet in his hands.

Hickory watched John out of the corner of his eye for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Y'know, Johnny…If ya wanted, we could…have a wedding." He flushed at the startled look John shot him, quickly ducking his head so the brim of his hat hid his face. "I mean, we've been together a while now. Sky's four already. Wouldn't that be the next logical step?" He lifted his head slightly when the silence dragged on longer than expected, only to find that John was no longer walking next to him. He stopped and turned, finding John stood a few feet behind him, looking surprised.

"You'd really want that? With me?" John asked quietly, clutching the flowers to his chest.

Hickory smiled warmly, trotting back over to John. "John Dory," he hummed with a grin, "we are raisin' a kid together. I have been in love with ya since I was seventeen. How can ya not think I would want to marry ya?"

John swallowed thickly, letting out a quiet, choked laugh. He wiped at his eyes quickly, before shifting forward to kiss Hickory quickly. "You're right. Dumb question."

"Not a dumb question," Hickory hummed, shifting Sky in his arms so he could take John's hand, giving it a little squeeze as they began to walk again, "Just not a well thought out one."

That startled a laugh out of John, who brought Hickory's hand up to kiss the back of it. "Let's do it then," he said giddily, "Let's get married."

[writercole]

Tensions

Summary: Things get tense in the air as well as on the ground.

Squares: Friends with Benefits @anyfandomangstbingo

Words: 1959

Warnings: Blow job, male receiving oral, tension, someone knows.

A/N: Coyote is one of the best wingmen ever.

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Things in the air were almost as tense as on the ground. Maverick had been pushing them to their limits every day, making them review where they went wrong and forcing them to try and come up with an excuse that would make the families of the ‘lost’ pilots feel better. All it did was put more stress on the aviators and push them to lash out.

Things came to a head when Hangman pushed a little too far about everyone else’s flight problems. Maverick tried to get him to shut up, but Jake had to run his mouth. “We’re going into combat, of the likes no one has ever seen. Not even him.” Bob warned him to shut up, Fanboy agreed and Payback, near enough, threatened to end him. The bickering and yelling echoed from the high ceilings as all the pilots started standing and pointing fingers in anger. Maverick dismissed them for the day afterwards, seeing how badly everything had turned.

“Valkyrie, a word,” Maverick called across the hangar, stopping her in her tracks. Coyote assured her silently that he’d keep an eye on her friend while she stayed behind.

“Yes, sir,” she acknowledged as she stood in front of him, snapping to parade rest out of habit.

“This isn’t a formal meeting, relax,” Maverick insisted as he leaned on the table at the head of the makeshift room.

She took a seat facing him, leaning her elbows on her knees and waiting for him to continue. She had no idea what she could possibly have gotten in trouble for; her jet was the one lost in the last training maneuver, causing Payback and Fanboy to be reprimanded.

“Valkyrie, I know we’re not exactly friends, but I’d like to think we have a relationship that traverses the usual ranking bullshit,” he started, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s why I’m coming directly to you with this.”

“Whatever you’ve heard, sir, -”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted. She nodded at him and sat back, sighing as she did so. “I’ve seen pilots like Hangman before. He’s arrogant, abrasive, and tends to leave people behind. He’s ditched everyone on his teams while we train dog fighting - everyone but you. I know there’s a history there and that the two of you are close. I need you to knock some sense into him.”

“Sir?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowed together and her head tilted to the side.

“He’s going to wash out if he doesn’t get his shit together. And you’re his last chance to get his head right,” Maverick explained.

“Yes, sir,” she sighed, “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thank you, Valkyrie,” he nodded as he stood. “Dismissed.”

Valkyrie headed back towards the common area, finding everyone but the one pilot she was looking for. She glanced over at Coyote, who stood and walked over to her, standing with his back to the rest of the aviators.

“Hangman told me not to let anyone back there. But seeing as how you have a certain…way with him,” he muttered, sending her a suggestive side eye, “I’m going to pretend you snuck by me. I know you’re close and all but I’ve never seen him this wound up.”

“I got it, Javy,” she mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and patting his shoulder. “You’re the best friend a gal could have.”

He pretended to swoon at her words before shooting her a wink and walking in the opposite direction, heading out of the room. 

Valkyrie slipped down the hall quietly, tapping on Jake’s door before letting herself in. He was laid back in his bunk, earbuds pushed tightly into his ears and his eyes shut. She could hear the heavy music from across the room, his head nodding along to the beat almost imperceptibly. She smiled softly to herself, remembering all the times she’d found him in the same position, the room different but the music the same.

Her boots squeaked across the linoleum as she approached the bed, climbing atop him in one swift motion. His eyes popped open and his body tensed as he felt the movement, relaxing as soon as he processed what was going on.

“You realize I could’ve taken you for a threat and actually hurt you, right?” he scolded her as he put his earbuds back into their case. 

“Right, Seresin,” she scoffed, “like you’d ever get the jump on me.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but why exactly are you straddling me?”

“I needed your attention and there’s really no better way to get it than the only unattainable woman you’ve ever known sitting over your cock,” she smirked as she laid her palms on his chest.

His hands traveled up her thighs resting lightly on her hips as he gazed up at her. “You’re not exactly unattainable but you do have my attention, darlin’.”

She took a deep breath and looked down at his face, a soft smile playing on his lips. She almost didn’t want to tell him what Mav had said; she selfishly wanted him to wash out so that he’d be safe and not have to go on this mission. But she was a woman of her word and he was her best friend.

“Maverick wanted to talk about you,” she blurted out, watching his face go from peaceful to confused. “He said you’re being too reckless. That you need to learn to work with your squad and not leave them behind.”

“He said that?” 

“In so many words, yes. I may have paraphrased a bit to save time,” she admitted. “Bottom line, Jake, you’ll wash out if you don’t get your shit together. That’s a direct quote.”

“Great,” he groaned, his hands dropping from her hips. “Let’s just cap off a shitty day with shittier news.”

A smirk danced across her lips as she watched Jake think and overthink. “You know, I might have an idea of how to fix that,” she whispered, moving between his legs and letting her hands trail down his chest, unbuttoning his uniform as she went.

He kept his eyes on her as she moved lower, licking his lips when she pushed his undershirt up over his abs. She teased her way down with warm kisses and sharp nips, his breathing getting shallower and his cock getting harder as she made her way down to his belt. His eyes fluttered shut as her hand cupped his bulge over his pants.

“Is that a jet in your pants or are you happy to see me?” she winked.

“Oh, that’s definitely me happy to see you,” he panted as he pressed his head back into the pillows.

She worked the button open and zipper down, her hand slipping in and pulling his cock out, positioning herself to comfortably take his length. Her tongue traced the prominent vein along the bottom of his shaft, her eyes not leaving his face as she wrapped her lips around the tip, running her tongue through his slit.

“Jesus, darlin’,” he gasped, “that mouth is good for more than talking shit, ain’t it?”

She hummed in agreement, slowly bobbing her head up and down his length, taking more of him in her mouth with every pass. She let her eyes shut as her nose nestled in the trimmed patch of curls at the base of his shaft, enjoying the feeling of him filling her throat with his heft.

His hand rested on her head, more of a grounding technique than attempting to control the speed and depth. He opened his eyes and watched as her mouth worked him over, one hand stroking what didn’t fit in her mouth while the other fondled his balls. His moans were soft, his subconscious still keeping him quiet to keep them from trouble.

She took him in her mouth in his entirety and hollowed her cheeks as she pulled back, her soft cheeks dragging the sides of his cock. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and tears spilled down her face quietly. 

“You look so good stretched around my cock,” praised Jake as he wiped the dampness off of her cheeks. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take it all? Swallow everything I give you?”

She hummed in response, nearer a high pitched whine than an actual hum. The vibrations were all he needed to tip over the edge, his cock twitching in her mouth as he shot hot ropes of cum down her throat. 

She sucked it down greedily, only pulling off when he was overly sensitive, each sensation causing his entire body to twitch. She sat back on her heels and wiped the corners of her mouth as she maintained eye contact with him, enjoying the sight of him completely wrecked because of her.

“Feel better?” she cooed as she shifted off of him, cupping his face gently to make him face her.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “yeah, you could say that.”

Maverick had some interesting training planned the following day. He had the entire squad meet up at the beach for something he called dog fight football. He split them up into two teams, Hangman and Valkyrie playing opposite each other. The trash talk was flowing back and forth, a fun time being had by everyone. 

Valkyrie caught the ball and started running towards their ‘endzone,’ dodging players left and right, Hangman right behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist just before she crossed the line, ruining her touchdown.

Hangman continued to block any attempt at Valkyrie scoring, even scoring a touchdown himself despite Valkyrie on his back. The game ended and the team separated, some of them heading back towards the dorms and some going straight to The Hard Deck.

Valkyrie and Hangman dusted the sand off of themselves before they stepped into the nearly empty bar, just a few of their squad mates and a couple of regulars sitting around the counter. They grabbed drinks and headed to the tables where their friends were.

“What’s going on with you two?” Phoenix questioned as she looked between Valkyrie and Jake.

“What? Nothing,” she denied quickly, her voice rising an octave and her eyes darting between Jake and Phoenix.

“I know that’s bullshit,” Phoenix scoffed. “You think we wouldn’t notice the way the two of you just disappear randomly and come back smiley and relaxed?”

“Honestly, no,” Jake shrugged, “it’s not like the team is filled with people who are obsessed with gossip.”

“Jake!” Valkyrie exclaimed in a whisper, trying not to draw attention to the table.

“What? It’s not like it’s a secret anymore,” he replied and sipped his beer.

“Well, it’s just Phoenix who knows. It’s still pretty secret,” she insisted, “I don’t need everyone finding out!”

“And Bob,” Phoenix added with a smirk.

“What about Bob?” she pressed as her face fell further, looking around the room to see Bob hanging around by the pool table with Payback and Fanboy.

“He knows,” Phoenix elaborated. “He’s the one who noticed first, actually. Asked me if I knew anything.”

“Oh my god,” Valkyrie groaned as she hid her face.

“It’s not a big deal,” Hangman offered, “it’s just sex. We’re not really seeing each other.”

“Friends with benefits never ends well for anyone,” Phoenix cautioned, a sorrowful look in her eyes.

“That won’t happen with us,” Valkyrie told her.

“Yeah, it’s not a permanent thing, just until the mission is done,” Hangman explained. “Besides, we’re not exclusive and if we were going to catch feelings, don’t you think it would have been when we were teenagers?”

“Look, all I’m saying is be careful. You know the admirals would have a field day with the two of you if they found out,” Phoenix warned as she stood.

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[lookingforlia]

Clothes Haikyuu bois would wear pt-2

Characters: Kageyama , Hinata , Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

Kageyama

- his closet just consists of only black items

- he's a hoodie person

- also prefers plain shirts as well

- dispite everything I think he has a really good fashion sense

- owns definitely a bit variety of accessories like bracelets or necklaces

- wouldn't wear anything feminine or colorful

- his style leans more towards the e-boy side .

- whatever clothes he wears is pretty comfortable

- loves oversized clothes

- is into formal wear as well .

- you would see him in a blazer occasionally.

- he would rather die then wear a crop top or feminine clothes.

- the type to own doctor martin's. 

Hinata

- he wears rompers a lot

- doesn't really care about fashion or aesthetic but still has one and a very decent one.

- his closet consists of random plieces of clothings that don't usually go well together but , when he puts it together it somehow looks good on him .

- his clothes are always oversized on him .

- likes caps and has an entire collection of them. 

- always wears sneakers and socks too. 

- Colorful socks with cartoons

- keeps it casual and comfortable

- another one who wears elevated sneakers. 

- would not like feminine clothes even if it suits him well. 

- he prefers bright colors cause he thinks monotones are gloomy.

Tsukishima

- alright his fashion sense is really good. 

- always has headphones around his neck and the headphones matches his color pelette

- he's very lean so whatever he wears looks baggy on him. 

- he somehow likes brown and earthy tones a lot .

- lowkey dark academia. 

- doesn't like jewelery a lot but would own a few pieces since he got them as a gift from Yamaguchi. 

- since he is really tall his clothes alsays look him real good on him. 

- even if the clothes aren't pretty , him wearing them definitely makes it prettier. 

- usually wears converse but also has a soft spot for loafers. 

Yamaguchi

- polo shirts of all colors . He feels really comfortable in them. 

- he is a huge fan of jackets or vests

- prefers dark colors more but can't deny that soft colors look really good on him too .

- wears both shorter and longer pants , he thinks all of it suits him well . And he's right tho .

- thrifts for clothes

- ends up wearing vintage sometimes , and always without fail rocks the look .

- he doesn't have a specific taste in clothes or aesthetic

- so he own a little bit of everything , and wears anything depending on his mood on that day. 

- I think he doesn't mind wearing crop tops or anything feminine

- he really knows what to pair with what . Like , he always has a clue one what he's doing.

- Wears sandles or sneakers based on him mood. 

[shuthesnake]

Heya decided to post this here because why not. I've tried something different for the talking. Gonna be honest I don't think people will even see it.

This story was created by this prompt :

https://reddit.com/r/humansarespaceorcs/s/GphKF1B4LS

The room was bustling with activity as the different species were talking, a Dhor was yelling religious litanies about how the Drakanis were unspeakable being wich ooze and tar mixture of a body should be destroyed at all cost and that they were starting to strangely congregate into a bountiful system, it falled into deaf ears as always.

In the other side of the circular room, a Scadani was trying to find a way to get onto the council chair, she wasn't a miniscule speice but was kind of a shortstack, for comparison in humains height she was falling at half, her oval head compensating for about mid ribs but taking that off it was more near the hip area, the chair wasn't a challenge just not really adapted for her voluptuous form, not having hands to push you up and no foot to help for balance it was tricky to get on, after three tries the gray alien finally sit on the beige chair, this long and arduous task made a Calienté snicker, it's sleek black and long body having no trouble with the sitting device, she looked at her with lighting in her oval eye, her three retinas focused on her as she looked away, today was a special day for the Federation, they were accepting humanity within their diplomatic fold.

«Excuse me miss? Can we sit here?»

Looking at her right two humans were there, one had a prestigious and colorful eye-catching attire akin to princes of old as for the female a simple but formal black attire, she was doing what they called smiling, a joyful and kind gesture in their culture...so it would seem.

"Oh of course, the places aren't chosen yet, we had multiple members joining and well it created some organizations problem. I'm Shivi from the Scadani hive mind diplomatic corps your the two human representatives, as you see, life was bountiful into the stars."

Say the short lady as she showed the myriad of colored species of all sort and sizes, a metallic pot would come in a small hovering device, it's red veiny leaves encased into glass, it's membranes started glowing as a sign of welcoming to the newcomers

«Indeed, there must be at least 300 people here? " And we thought we were alone.»

Say the male as he waved at the plant, the light dimmed and the people calmed themselves, at the center of the three round of tables was a big holographic globe, it's blue light emanating from it, the symbol of the federation lighted itself up, a Recaloq would prepare himself to talk, it's feathered velociraptor look made the human whisper enthusiastically as the gray lady smiled to this excitement.

"Ahem...humblgre...Hello greetings! My name is Haznka. As you know, the mission of the federation was to keep the peace, my predecessor failed to keep it...so...nhenh ahem so I will do my best to preserve it, this last war devastated a whole system, were not barbarians anymore and...what did I wanted to say ah yes the multicultural specie act loobies by smaller species for better visibility and accessibility has been vetoed by the Shakans and various anonymous species...nyes..."

This caused outrage into many seats as smaller species have been trying to pass this act into a law for quite some time, the elderly raptor would calm the audience raising his arms.

"I will now invite the Shakan representative to explain himself."

A humanoid man would walk down towards the podium, the female human leaned in to Shivi's ear... wherever it was.

«Is it an armor he's wearing? It looks weird with all these points.»

She turned her head, whispering too putting a hand on the side of her small triangular mouth.

"It's his skeleton on-top it's his helmet, the Shakans are a proud specie of warriors skilled at the blade which they never have far but...a bit outdated in terms of ideas, ouch my head, the hive mind is also unhappy...phew she's calming them down let's hear his points. I'm afraid it'll cause more problems tho they are a bit stubborn and arrogant."

He would take the stand, looking at the crowd towards him before addressing them in a stern and cold voice, for the humains the Shakani accent sounded like old japanese...well an alien version at least.

-<Sheikām! I will be direct, we feel that this law is unworthy and we do not feel honored to have a seat with weaker species, we proved the last predecessor that his philosophy of acceptance was useless but alas...he did not listen! This is outrageous! We will keep vetoing laws that are useless towards the betterment of this federation, only the strong species should vote, what good would a mouse society apport to the federation‽

The Geinu representative brushed its ears and gave multiple angry steps to prove his discontent towards this speech as a giant humanoid, his head encased in a semi sphere of metal, looked at the small critter.

Or even sentient plants they cannot move on their own! >-

The potted plant created various hues of red as its small screen wrote : anger, discomfort, bonehead.

The Shakan continued nevertheless, even more riled up, his first shaking as the lates of his decorative armor shook making cliquetics noises.

-<This is ridiculous if I am to keep being here and keep talking about these reasons I might as well end it in this very room once and for all!>-

While he was riling up the shorter species an older man arrived, its long white beard sign of wisdom or just old age would come behind the two humans as the two were obviously angry, the older man had a relaxed demeanor.

«Are there any ways to prove him wrong?»

The two jumped so did the Scadani, the older gentleman laughed at his little prank, at closer look, he had some smaller species on his shoulders and a pouliko following him.

«Mister Huan Fen your late! It's our first meeting with everyone you can't go around with...uhh...can he look where he's going?»

Said the female as it was clear that pouliko was already dead evolutionary, its gouging eyes looking straight forward as if there was nothing, its long feathered neck trying to support a slightly bigger head, it looked like a chicken mixed with a giraffe but with a lot of bad traits.

«mh... surviving that's the essential. Also huhuhu I had much fun meeting the people creating said law we're discussing, they worked extremely hard to even enter the federation and they approached me to require some aid. From what I remember, the one talking on the stand is a Shakan, yes? They seem to respect might a lot more than ingenuity, a bit blinded by pride that's unfortunate ha ha!»

The old man smiled as he let the smaller alien races that were on it's shoulders get to the table, they would go around the potted plant as it write: Friends. Mister Fen would then go down the aisle his arms behind his back.

«Ahem Excuse me, what would that law affect you? It seem more basic civility to help others besides pushing against a law that should be an easy pass, for example more accessibility for chairs or a simple lever, we could even create a subsection to accommodate, I'm sure this gentleman wouldn't mind to not have to be careful about his steps.»

Say the older man pointing to the giant as he nodded, the Geinu was still enraged, yelling in its dialect and swinging in the air to the amusement of the taller humanoid.

The Shakan was taken aback a bit but straightened his pose.

-<Ah you're the humain representative, your speice have a long history of war. I respect that but you need to understand that most of these smaller races didn't even build ships, they mostly ferry around in others taking up space, only the plant over there created spaceships and again what can they even bring to the Federation? Surely no defense pact or anything practical of the sort we shouldn't have accepted any of them if they can't even be helpful nor should we try to elevate them! I'm talking to you lizard face!>-

Say the armored alien pointing to a Xichi representative, its long arthropod figure rises up as its frills would grow in anger as he spoke in a formal but angered tone.

"How dare you disrespect the heavenly kingdom of the stars! We have the right to elevate who we wants it is our heavenly sacred duty and-"

«enough! Enough you've made your point. But still it seems it's a dysfunctional federation here. We are all different, sure this plant cannot best you in combat but they excel in medical and older technologies, the Geinu helped demine some sectors, it's not always might or war prowess that can help keeping peace, especially when your the one creating war isn't it true?»

The Shakan shivered, it seemed Huan had touched a sensible point to him, his pride, the elderly raptor had been a bit useless in this debate, due to it's old age his mind had been wandering all this time he had been looking blankly at the exchange before finally snapping out of it.

"Ahem! That's all? I'm sure we can resolve this at a later date, we have a big schedule and-"

Some cries erupted in the audience as the Shakan had a hand on his sword, visibly not happy to lose face and being publicly humiliated he had stepped down from the podium, walking towards the old man, stopping at a reasonable distance.

-<That's enough! I will not be disrespected by someone defending mices and plants I want a duel>-

Hanzka let out a gasp before trying to appease the situation.

"Now now, no need for violence, we are civilized."

Huan laughed a bit as the head of the chamber stopped his talking, a bit taken aback too.

«If it's a fight to pass a law I don't mind, I'll even do it without hurting you or at least nothing too major.»

Said the gray haired man as he would go into a fighting position the Shakan scoff but did his formal gesture for combat, taking his scabbard in his hand, going into a fighting position as well.

-<A fight to pass a law, I like your thinking sir. If I win I'll pass embargo laws against anyone i deem weaker than my people.>-

«If I win, you'll have to pass the law and apologize for your attitude...or not, at times like this nothing is certain.»

The two would start to circle around, gauging each other, the white armor the Shakan let out a yell and, in an instant it's scabbard got deflected and he was already losing his footing, he would roll and get back on his feet, while the human had this damn smile, he couldn't draw his sword as his opponent did not had a weapon.

-<this dose seem unfair, I have a weapon and you don't.>-

Relaxing his pose, Huan smirked a bit before smiling, looking at his opponent as he put his hands behind his back.

«It is now? I let mine on the ship, how about we fight equally?»

The Shakani taught for a bit but his pride was clouding his judgment as a lower official, he needed any win he could achieve, an honorable one was much more rewarding than drawing his sword.

-<very well>-

Putting his sheathed sword delicately on the side he would get back into the circle.

«I reckon I can stop this fight in three seconds, whenever your ready.»

This was the last straw for the Shakan, in a rage he propulsed himself upward, doing a flip to then quickly put his leg down towards the old bearded man, the humain admired his martial form before blocking it, extending his hand and made him flip as he fell on the ground stomach first in a loud noise.

The smaller aliens cheered of joy as the law was passed and the Shakan pride taught a good lesson of cause consequences.

The end, not as cool as I wanted, but I had a lot of fun doing it!))

Wanna see a starring list xD Raptor as Mitch McConnell guy was in his own world half the time.))

This was done in two days, kinda proud of myself.))

[sunnixsunshine]

Larry prefers clothes that cover him nearly completely, with the exception of pants overlapping his feet. He doesn’t mind it when his sleeves go over hands, though, as long as he isn’t working with his hands that is. After wearing suits so much for so many years, he started leaning more towards loose fitting clothes as a much needed break from the stuffy suits. He likes more grays and blacks in this clothes than color, but when he does include color its almost always some shade of blue. He only owns like three different pairs of shoes, one of which are his only tennis shoes that he's owned for several years now with barely any visible wear and tear. He always accessorizes with a watch and a medical alert bracelet for his food allergy. More under the cut :)

Work

Its his work clothes. He’s got 7 identical suits, button downs, and socks for each day of the week— despite no longer working a 7 day schedule anymore. It's comfortable and breathable enough on long work days.

Casual 1

He likes flannels. They're warm on chilly days and he thinks he looks nice in them. As for jeans, they're just jeans. He still slicks his hair back in the same way he does for work simply out of habit.

Casual 2

He doesn't usually wear graphic shirts or anything similar, but the Komala sweater seems to be an exception. Poppy gave it to him, but she didn't know what size he wore. So, because he is so much bigger than her, she picked out the biggest size they had on the rack. Larry appreciated the gesture. He did put it in the wash to shrink it just enough to wear because he knew Poppy would want to see him wear it. He likes wearing sweats the most because they're comfortable and easy to pull on when he doesn't feel like dressing up.

Lounge

Just a simple t-shirt and shorts. Finally he let's his hair down. Allows it to get messy, but doesn't skip coming through it in the morning after waking up. He only ever wears shorts at home because he's a little embarrassed over showing his legs.

Sleep

The dad shirt was a father's day gift by Giacomo. The material is too thin for his liking to wear out, so he uses it as a sleep shirt. His pajama pants ranges from sweatpants to actual pajama pants, it just depends how he's feeling. He really doesn't get why Hassel and Rika call him weird for sleeping in his socks, as well as having "designated sleeping socks". Do they just like having freezing feet during the night? They're the weird ones, if you ask Larry.

Formal

Styling his hair differently, picking out a new tie, breaking out the vest and his other dress shoes— and he cleans up nice. He doesn't really put much effort into it, though. Just throws on one of his dress pants for work. Grabs one of his button downs for work. Only owns one belt so he tosses that into the mix, too.

Business casual

For company parties or small, kind of serious, get togethers with coworkers. It's just his work pants and shoes plus a more colorful button down. And excluding his tie. Nothing special about it.

Haha, it's my clothes :]

My favorite b99 slut shirt that I usually sleep in. My camo cargo pants. My cheap walmart boots with trans pride laces with which I love dearly. My buckle down galaxy belt. Pretend he's wearing Reptar socks, too. If I wanted to, I would have drawn him in my tomboy x sports bra and princess peach sweat pants, my typical sleep and lounge wear when my baggy clothes are causing some sensory problems so I'm dysphoric. In reality the slut shirt is more like a dress on me, but I suppose it maybe more well fitting on Larry because he's. He's taller than me dkshsksj