#i was so close to just drawing him as a toaster

[0vergrowngraveyard]

What about Team Dark desperately trying to cheer up a crying baby Tails before Sonic gets back?

Love your art by the way!

and they were never allowed to babysit ever again

[faeriekit]

Lunch Break

a two-prompt phic phight fill for @fuyuthefoxwriter; demon!au and fangs

Notes: 1. This IS a continuation of my prev. demon!au (Visitation) 2. based on the laws of Phic Phight you CANNOT read the previous iterations, as it is nsfw and therefore cannot be linked 3. but for the already present fans…it’s a continuation from that. Also, it’s gray ghost. 

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Valerie likes her boyfriend. 

He’s cute, with a button nose and blue eyes. He’s sweet. He’s kind, and he’s gentle, and if she leaves him alone he takes the toaster oven apart just to see how it works. It’s kind of like living with a small dog who takes apart pillows if you don’t give them enough attention. 

Valerie loves her boyfriend. 

…But the goddamn teeth. 

She pushes his face away, cutting off their kiss with no warning. Danny squawks. 

“Danny,” Valerie implores, again, because they are in public and not in the comfort of their own apartment, “If you cannot keep human teeth while we are making out, we are not going to make out anymore.”

Her stupid, human-shaped boyfriend pouts. Valerie should be pouting. Valerie has to avoid shredding her tongue like she’s kissing a cheese grater. 

Danny, who is the cause of all this, should not be pouting as if he’s been denied the opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth for no reason, instead of his habit of turning his extremely normal and flat human teeth into something extremely hazardous to tongues and lips everywhere. 

Danny makes the world’s saddest eyes she’s ever seen. It’s very rude of him. Valerie deserves better. “But Val! I brought you lunch!” 

For one, it’s six in the evening. A more apt word might be ‘dinner’. Secondly…

“I work at a burger restaurant,” Valerie points out, arms crossing over the Nasty Burger logo on her shirt for extra emphasis. “I already have dinner. I also have to be back on shift in half an hour, so if you’re not going to put your teeth away, I’m going to finally finish Don Quixote or nap trying.” 

“Yeah, but you hate eating work food for lunch,” Danny points out, because he does do some very sweet things by 1) recognizing her likes and dislikes and 2) applying them liberally throughout their relationship. He holds up a weirdly large tupperware in his hands. It’s clear. It’s green. 

It’s Fenton salad. 

“...So my Mom packed you leftovers after I picked up stuff at the Ops Center, since she knows you like the dill vinaigrette she makes after the ectology conference every year, and she added the shredded carrot and the crumbly cheese you like since no one else in the house eats it, plus some of those little orange slices and the croutons…”

Valerie’s lips purse. Fenton salad. Her favorite. 

…She takes the container from Danny’s outstretched hands, determined to ignore his smug look. Valerie prefers to be right, but higher in priority comes accepting free food from her boyfriend’s mother.

“You’re welcome,” Danny offers, smugly sweet.

“If I kiss you, will you get me with your teeth again?” Valerie asks. She’s deeply suspicious of both his motives and the timing. 

“...Maybe?” 

Valerie looks at him. “Change your answer.”

“...No?” 

“Close enough.” Valerie draws him in, and Danny lets himself be drawn in; the kiss is sweet, and short, and tastes kind of like mandarin oranges. 

He definitely had some of her salad before sharing. Whatever. It’s a good thing she likes him. 

The kiss is lovely, and not very long; separating is a little harder, though, when Valerie realizes that Phantom’s tail is still wrapped around her waist. 

“...Danny.”

“Mmhm?” 

“I have a shift to get to.”

“Yeah,” Danny agrees, entirely ignorant to his least controlled limb holding her back. 

“So,” Valerie continues, and then scratches at the fur in his tail until he flinches with recognition. “Unwrap me, please.”

“Do I…have to?”

Valerie’s look flattens. Danny makes entirely unacceptable goo-goo eyes at her. 

“I have a shift in ten, and your mom’s salad to devour. Move it or lose it.” 

Danny’s tail unwraps. Danny sighs, leaning in for one last peck—

Valerie feels the tips of fangs bite explicitly into her lips. 

Her growl is hardly intimidated by Phantom’s rush of guilty laughter, her demon-shaped boyfriend slipping out of her fingers. Great. Now she can taste blood— the thing she was trying to avoid. 

Seeing him in all of his claws and fangs and teeth and horns in daylight was always a little strange; he was never quite opaque in sunlight. He was always a touch translucent, only just shifted outside of reality. 

And the stupid cow ears.

No, they're not endearing. Shut up.

It certainly didn’t help that if someone saw him turn into a demon, his whole ‘hiding his identity as a half-demon’ thing would be over! He needs to pick better spots for his random acts of infernal dramatics!

“I’m sorrrryyyy,” Phantom shouted from a healthy fifty feet away, floating in the air. It made him hard to reach, but an excellent target. “I looooovvee yoooouuu!” 

No. Valerie will resist reaching into her armor for a weapon to shoot her boyfriend out of the sky with. It is rude. It is unkind. More importantly, Valerie’s not interested in having a public identity reveal behind the Nasty Burger any more than Danny is. 

It’s fine. There’s other options. 

“Put a shirt on!” Valerie hollers back, hands over her mouth. 

Phantom’s mouth drops in the distance, little fangs glinting in the evening sunlight. His clawed hands go over his chest, looking for some perceived gap in his coverage. “I’ve got fur! I don’t need one!” 

“Exhibitionist!” Valerie heckles back. “Nudist!” 

Phantom squawks in offense. “Come on! I’m covered!” 

“Get some pants!” Valerie shouts back, finally attracting the attention of one of her employees. At the sound of the Nasty Burger’s nasty back door creaking open, Phantom bolts off. 

Good. That’s what he gets. 

Temerity peeks through the back door. Her name tag is upside down, again. “Boss…?”

Valerie brushes herself off, grabs a plastic fork from where it was sitting on her ebook reader, and reclines back onto the plastic lawn chair that counts as their ‘break room’. “It was nothing, Temmie. A demon got into the dumpster again.” 

“Oh.” Temerity’s countenance warms. She’d always had an interest in the local occult scene. “Did it leave anything behind?”

“Nah,” Valerie replies, popping open her tupperware. Just her lunch, apparently. “You need any help…?”

“Nope! We’ll be fine until you get back in.” 

That for sure means something’s wrong. Whatever; Valerie is totally satisfied to finish off the last fifteen minutes of her shift with some literature, a bucket’s worth of satisfaction, and her boyfriend’s dismayed texts pinging in bursts onto her phone. 

[atths--twice]

Breakfast and Bed

Lazy Sunday mornings are meant for breakfast in bed... or breakfast and THEN bed...

She watched Mulder darting back and forth in his kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he attempted to make scrambled eggs and toast. 

“Sure you don’t need any help?” she asked, biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling. 

“As I previously stated, no thank you. I’ve got it covered, Scully.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, but he did not hear as a pan slammed onto the stove top and she cleared her throat to cover her laughter. 

Crossing her bare legs, she lifted the collar of Mulder’s t-shirt to her nose and closed her eyes as she breathed in the combination of laundry soap, fabric softener, his cologne that no matter how many times the shirt was washed still continued to linger, and the scent that was simply him. 

“Hmm,” she hummed again, opening her eyes and smiling as she heard him swearing quietly. 

It was Sunday morning and he had promised her breakfast last night as they had fallen asleep, their naked bodies nestled together. 

“You have food here?” she had asked skeptically and his low rumbling chuckle had caused her to grin. 

“I’ve started stocking the fridge more now that I have a lady friend sleeping over.” 

“You have a lady friend? When do I get to meet her?” she had teased him and he chuckled again, his fingers running so lightly across her stomach, she had quivered with a moan. 

“It’s you,” he had whispered and she smiled, his lips on her neck drawing out another moan. “How does eggs and toast sound?” 

“Better than nothing. Or expired ketchup.” 

“Watch it, or that’s what you’ll be getting.” 

“No, I don’t think so. You wouldn’t do that to your lady friend,” she had said and he had laughed through his nose, kissing her hair as his arms tightened around her. 

So now he was making the breakfast he had promised as she waited patiently, listening to him and smelling his shirt, so achingly happy it was borderline disgusting. 

“So, uh,” Mulder said, walking into the room in a pair of black pajama pants and a gray t-shirt and carrying two cups of steaming coffee. “The toaster is being a little temperamental. I’m remaking the toast.” 

“No rush,” she said, taking the coffee he offered as he set his own cup down onto the table. 

She saw his eyes glance at her legs and she raised her eyebrows at him. He shook his head and started to walk back to the kitchen, but she grabbed his arm and stopped him. 

“The toast…” he said and she shook her head and tilted it back for a kiss, not caring about the toast. He bent his head and met her lips, kissing her quickly. “It’s just that it’s the last of the bread if this burns too.” Kissing her once more, he hurried out of the room as she watched him with a smile. 

God, she loved him so much. 

“Well,” he called it out, as she heard the toaster popping. “It’s not burnt per se, but also not exactly as I would have wanted it.” 

“I’m sure it’s fine however it is,” she said and he scoffed as he walked back into the room carrying a cooking sheet that held their plates of food, butter, jelly, and utensils. 

“I know you, Scully. I know how you like your toast.” 

“And how’s that?” she asked with a smile, leaning back as he set her plate in front of her. 

“Lightly toasted for most breads, but slightly more for sourdough as you like the crunch of it,” he replied, sitting down and grinning at her as she raised an eyebrow. “My toaster seems to think heavily toasted to burnt is the only preference today. But… I managed to catch it before it reached its goal.” 

“It’s appreciated,” she said, her smile growing as she looked down at the toasted bread, which was only slightly too dark. Realizing he was very quiet, she looked up and saw he was staring at her. She tilted her head, silently asking if everything was alright. 

“I just…” he said softly. “I wanted it to be better. I had an image in my head of how it should be and…” 

She rose out of her seat and placed a hand on his cheek as she kissed him, hoping to convey how much she loved both the meal and him for trying so hard. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close as she kissed him again. 

“It’s perfect,” she whispered, kissing him gently one more time before stepping back with a smile and sitting down. 

“Hmm,” he hummed, nodding and letting out a deep breath. 

“Could you pass me the utensils?” she asked and he nodded again as he gave her a fork and knife. 

They ate their meal and she made sure to eat every bit of the toast, meeting his eyes as she sucked jelly from the tip of her finger. He smiled and nodded as he picked up his coffee cup and took a drink. 

She placed her empty dishes onto the tray and picked up her own coffee cup as he set his own down and scooted his chair a little closer to her. She smiled as his hand covered her knee, his fingers circling around lightly. 

“What’s this from?” he asked and she glanced down, watching his thumb run across a scar on her knee. 

“The playground. Third grade. Tommy Sinclair,” she said, setting her cup down. “He was in my grade, but a year older as he’d been held back in first grade. He was a lot bigger than most of us, me included. And he had a bad temper.” 

“He hit you with something?” Mulder asked, his forehead creasing in concern as he looked at the scar, his thumb halting in its movement. 

“No,” she said, turning slightly in her chair and touching the scar, her fingers grazing his hand. “He was a bully and everyone was afraid of him.” 

“But not you?” he asked, looking up at her with a smile. 

“Not exactly,” she chuckled. “I mean I was, but I also wasn’t. You grow up with an older brother… it toughens you up a bit.” 

“Especially one like Bill,” he murmured and she laughed, squeezing his hand. 

“True,” she agreed. “Tommy had been “claiming” a swing every recess for about three days. He would run out and say it was his and wouldn’t let anyone use it. Sometimes even he wouldn’t use it to swing, but just to sit on and glare at us. He yelled at anyone who came close to him or tried to get him to move. And sometimes he got physical as well.�� 

“So what happened?” he asked, his thumb running gently over the scar again. 

“Well,” she said, remembering the day in question. “He was bigger, like I said, but I was faster. When we were sent out for lunch and recess, I didn’t eat, but ran straight to the swing and refused to get off of it when he came out to take it.” 

“Why does that not surprise me?” Mulder asked, shaking his head and smiling. 

“He was so angry. Got in my face and yelled. Called me mean names. Made fun of my hair-”

“Oh… man was playing with fire. Literally,” he said, nodding to her hair and she smiled. 

“I didn’t care what he said,” she continued. “Until one of my friends yelled at him and he started to stalk toward her. I knew he would push her or something worse and so I left the swing and ran up to stand between them. He was surprised to see me there so suddenly and he quickly went to run back to the swing, but someone else was already on it. He shouted and then turned to me again and said he hated me and it was all my fault. He shoved me hard and I stumbled back. I stayed upright for a second or two, but then I twisted and I tripped over my own feet. As I fell, I hit a small rock and since I was wearing a skirt and had nothing to buffer it, it ripped my knee open. Blood started running down my leg and everyone stood frozen as they looked at it. My friend started to cry and scream while I couldn’t stop staring at the cut and wondering what had happened. I looked up and saw that Tommy was standing closer to me with his mouth open as he stared at the blood. A teacher came running over and yelled at Tommy to help her get me up and to be careful, all as the blood was still running down my leg and staining my white knee sock.”

“Jesus,” Mulder whispered and she nodded. 

“I had to leave school early and get two stitches in my knee, which hurt like a bitch over the next couple of weeks. It was itchy, hurt when I bent it, and didn't allow me to play and climb like I was used to doing.” 

“And Tommy?” Mulder asked, his thumb ceasing as he looked at her. She smiled and glanced down at the scar on her knee. 

“It’s funny,” she said quietly. “When we were waiting to get the stitches, I was so angry at him. I wanted him to be in trouble, hoped he would be in fact. I imagined the way he might be reprimanded in front of everyone. But then, my mom told me about a boy she went to school with who was similar to Tommy. His name was James and he was the biggest kid there, always picking on the others. He stole their lunches or took toys they may have brought from home, whatever he wanted really. She said that they all hated him, but one day when he was harassing kids for their lunches, she willingly gave him some cookies her mom had made the day before. He took it without saying anything and walked away. Later though, when she was walking home, he caught up to her and thanked her. She said when she first saw him, she was ready to either run or hit him, whichever it came down to.” 

“I would’ve liked to have seen that,” Mulder laughed and she smiled with a nod, his thumb moving over her scar once again. 

“James told her that his mom was sick and he hadn’t had cookies like that in a long time. She said he started to cry and again she wasn’t sure what to do, but she asked if he wanted to come home with her for a little while and have more of the cookies. So he did and after an afternoon spent around people who made an effort to care about his well being, he was different to people. Not completely a changed man, but different.” 

“Maggie Scully, wielding her magic. Well, not Scully yet, I suppose, but you know what I mean,” he said and she laughed softly.

“I do.” 

“So you did the same then?” he asked and she shook her head. 

“Not exactly,” she said. “I missed the next day of school, but then when I did come back, Tommy wasn’t by the swings at recess. I saw him out by the hill by himself and I hobbled over to talk to him. When he saw me, I saw him consider running and it made me think about my mother’s story. I kept walking and I stood in front of him, looking up and not backing down. He looked at the bandage on my knee and shook his head. He mumbled that he didn’t mean it and that he was sorry. I asked if he would push me on the swings and he stared at me in surprise, no doubt thinking I was teasing him. But I wasn’t and I even offered to push him if he would like it. He agreed to push me and we walked over there slowly and waited our turn. He did push me, hesitantly at first, but we didn’t say anything else about it after that. And when the principal of the school talked to me and my mom, as my dad was deployed at the time, I told him it had been an accident and not Tommy’s fault.” 

“Huh,” Mulder said quietly. 

“He moved away about a month later. His father was in the navy too and he got stationed somewhere else and they had to leave. He came over to our house to say goodbye and I never saw him again. I hope he changed and dealt with whatever demons he had been fighting.” She smiled at him and he shook his head slightly as he stared at her. “What?” 

“You know the stories or movies where a person is born with abilities?” he asked, a small smile slowly spreading across his face. “Or you read and you can tell what their future will be because of their personality and how they approach situations? As though it’s destiny being foretold and all that?”

“Yeah,” she said, tilting her head as she continued to smile. 

“If we were reading or watching the story of your life, whether the choice was placed upon you or it was simply fated to happen at some point, in every life I believe you would be some form of healer,” he said and she drew in a breath. “You would be someone who finds the broken and heals them in a big way, or something so minuscule, they may not even know it happened. But it did and their lives are irrevocably changed as a result,” he said and she let out the breath she had taken as she leaned forward to kiss him. 

His hand moved from her knee to where the bottom of his shirt hit her at mid-thigh. Their kiss deepened and his hand moved higher, slipping further under the hem of the shirt before suddenly pulling back as he broke from their kiss. 

“Did you find another scar you wanted to question me about?” she asked breathlessly, knowing full well why he had reacted the way he did. 

“You’re… you’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered and she frowned in mock concern. 

“Am I not?” she asked and he stared at her, his fingers slowly inching up her bare hip once again. 

“You’ve been… been sitting here all this time without underwear,” he stated in a low voice and she suppressed a shiver as her breath increased. 

“I have,” she confirmed. 

“I had no idea.” 

“Your shirts are long on me. It was easy to disguise.” 

“Apparently,” he whispered, his hand opening and closing as his fingers scratched gently against her skin.

And this time she did shiver as she let out a breathy moan and her eyes closed.  

“Should I have told you?” she asked, opening her eyes and licking her lips. 

“Hell no. I never would have made it through breakfast if I had known,” he said and she laughed softly. 

“True,” she agreed, shifting slightly as she leaned closer. “But you know now, so what are you going to do about it?” He squeezed her hip and she gasped, desire immediately shooting through her. 

“Seeing as how the norm is usually breakfast shared while in bed and yet we’re out here, I’d say it’s time to move this back to bed. Do you agree?” 

“Wholeheartedly,” she said and they both quickly stood to their feet, pushing one another toward the bedroom. 

She laughed as he caught her and pressed her against the doorframe of his room, kissing her slowly and ramping up her desire for him. 

Pulling back, he took her hand and led her into the room where their clothes fell together to the floor. 

She gasped, moaned, and whimpered as he brought her to climax twice, her heart racing and body shaking each time. 

“You do have more scars I’d love to hear about,” he said later as she lay with her head on his chest, her eyes heavy with sleep. “You distracted me, in the very best way possible I might add, or I would have asked about more.” 

“Ask me later,” she said, cuddling closer to him. “After you’ve made me my next meal.” 

“Will you repeat your outfit choice?” 

“Maybe. You’ll have to wait and see.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, his fingers running through her hair. 

“Mmm, or maybe I’ll reverse it,” she said, smiling when his fingers froze in their movements. 

“Scully,” he whispered and she let out a breathy laugh, already imagining his face if she sat down topless at the table. 

Maybe, she thought, kissing his chest as he began to massage her scalp. 

Maybe… 

[ejzah]

A/N: I just realized that Kensi’s due date would likely be late December to early January, which aligns with a whole lot of pregnancy fanfics.

***

It’s Baby Time

Deeks whistled softly to himself as he sprinkled a mix of shredded cheese Swiss and cheddar cheese on top of the egg-filled skillet on top of the stove. A couple slices of bread were in the toaster, and should be nicely crispy by the time the eggs were finished.

He heard a soft sound, and looked up finding, Kensi leaning in the doorway. She smiled when he noticed her, coming farther into the room.

“How long you been there?”

“A few minutes,” she answered.

“Well, you have perfect timing, because breakfast is almost ready,” he told her.

“You know, this is everything I’ve ever hoped for,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around Deeks’ waist from behind.

“What, me in my boxers in the kitchen?” he joked.

“Nooo. You cooking us breakfast in our kitchen on a Saturday morning with nothing to interrupt us. Our Pastry Babies.” She kissed the base of his neck, sending a pleasant shiver across his skin. “And also you in your boxers,” she added impishly. One of the hands on his torso crept lower to pass over her stomach.

“Mm, I always knew you married me for the floor show.”

Kensi didn’t protest, one hand drifting up to play in his hair. He made a quiet sound that might sounded embarrassingly close to a purr. “Baby, I love where your mind is going, but you’re gonna need to tone it down before I burn something.”

“Oh, I’m fully confident in your ability to engage in a little…distraction and cook that frittata to perfection,” Kensi disagreed. She eased up anyway, kissing his neck one final time. Deeks missed the press of her bump against his back as soon as it was gone.

She wandered away to let him finish cooking. When he brought their two plates out a few minutes later, she’d settled down at the table, her feet propped up on a second chair while she absentmindedly rubbed the farther point of her stomach.

“Breakfast for my ladybird, Croissant, and Doughnut,” he declared, setting a plate full of eggs, mushrooms, broccoli, onion, and cheese in front of Kensi. She immediately dug in, cutting off a large piece with her for.

“You’re lucky your dad spoils us, otherwise you’d be getting cereal and pop tarts most mornings,” she said after her first bite, speaking directly to her stomach.

Beneath the fabric of her shirt, her stomach moved in a slow wave-like motion as one of the twins responded to her voice. With only a few weeks to left, the babies were especially active, though Deeks couldn’t imagine how they had room to conduct their summersaults and tap dancing sessions.

“Hey, give mom a break. She’s trying to feed you,” he chastised them teasingly. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers over Kensi’s stomach. He felt an answering push back that he thought might be a head.

“Ooh, that was a good one.” Kensi laid her hand over his, taking a momentary break from her meal. “I swear they act up even more with you.”

Deeks grinned, dipping his head to kiss Kensi’s stomach before he turned to his own plate. Kensi had slowed a little, not having much room for food with two nearly grown babies taking up space, so they finished about the same time.

“You know, you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot all the time,” Kensi reminded him when he started to clean up a few minutes later. “I’m supposed to keep moving around. You know Sheila said it would help during labor.”

“And you get that movement during your daily walk. I truly don’t mind at all,” he insisted.

“I know. I just don’t want everything to fall on you all the time.” Deeks raised and eyebrow as though she’d said something ridiculous no she glared back at him. “Marty Deeks, don’t you dare try and pretend that you wouldn’t run yourself completely ragged for us.”

“Maybe just a little,” he admitted. He flashed a winning smile, drawing it out until Kensi couldn’t maintain her glare any longer. “I like to though.”

“Even when it’s three in the morning and these two are tag-teaming diaper changes and feeding?” She pointed at her stomach.

“Especially then.” He knew it wouldn’t be easy, as they’d discussed many, many times, but he truly was looking forward to those late nights. After believing they’d never get to have biological children, he planned to bask in every moment.

It didn’t take that long to straighten up the kitchen again, and as he leaned down to put the skillet back in the oven, he felt a hand slip into his back pocket. Even 8 months pregnant, Kensi Blye could still sneak up on him as well as ever.

He shifted out of his crouch, Kensi moving with him, her hand staying mostly in place. “You looking for something in particular there, Kensalina?” he asked mildly. She squeezed in lieu of answering, letting out a pleased chuckle when his hips jerked back automatically into her hand. He turned around, to face her, finding Kensi grinning up at him.

“I know something else that will keep me active,” Kensi said in a low tone that instantly sent a shiver through him. She crowded him into the corner, between two cabinets, stretching up to kiss him.

Deeks parted his lips, leaning back while Kensi explored his mouth. He settled his hand on her lower back, giving her the freedom to slip her hand under his shirt. Her palm traveled the length of his back, then she tugged insistently at the hem of his shirt, her mouth growing more purposeful against his.

He groaned quietly, unable stop a soft whine from escaping when Kensi pulled away. Her eyes gleamed playfully as she dropped his shirt to the floor, smoothing her down his chest and stomach in a mirror of the path she created on his back. When she reached his hand, she curled their fingers together, guiding him back from the counter.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the midwife meant when she said activity,” Deeks drawled, his voice hitching ever so slightly at the way she looked at him.

“Maybe not.” She danced closer for a second, whispering into his ear. “But at least I’ll be laying down.”

***

Kensi woke up in a nest of pillow, the quilt pulled up to her shoulders, and the bed empty. She shifted a little, smiling at the memory of Deeks’ fingers ghosting over her skin. She would have liked to snuggle a little bit, but she knew Deeks had a running list of tasks he wanted to accomplish.

With her due date quickly approaching, they’d spent the last few weeks getting everything ready for the birth. Miraculously, despite the twins and her age, Kensi was deemed a low-risk pregnancy, and they’d ultimately opted for a home birth. Deeks had taken some convincing with that one, but he’d come around once he realized how much more comfortable she was with Sheila compared to the other providers they met with.

They had a section of the garage reserved for the birthing pool (a term that always made Deeks grimace), tarps, jugs of water, blankets, and dozens of other items they would need before, during, and after she gave birth.

Years ago, the thought of all the preparation, making decisions about baby furniture, car seats, and blankets vs. sleep sacks would have overwhelmed her. Now, she found it oddly enjoyable. Maybe it was the further proof of the two little miracles she and Deeks had created.

Shifting closer to the edge of the bed, she finally made a move to get up. She grabbed one of Deeks’ t-shirts on the way to the bathroom, which was just big enough to cover her bump and all the important bits. Though, since it was just her and Deeks around, it didn’t really matter that much.

Kensi puttered around the bathroom while the water warmed in the shower. Really, she’d have liked to take a bath for the dull ache in her back that seemed to be a constant. Instead, she settled for a few stretches and shallow squats, using the vanity for balance.

On her third squat, she felt a strange sensation, almost like a pop, and then a thin stream of liquid ran down her leg. She stilled in mid-squat, staring down at the clear liquid, the pressure in her back suddenly more intense than a few moments ago.

“Well, crap,” she muttered to herself.

***

A/N: I know I’ve written Kensi going into labor before, but I realized now it’s actually canon and had to write it again. And, take the opportunity to continue my twins madness.

Thanks to @mashmaiden for encouraging my insanity!

So sorry for the rather uninspiring title. There will be a second part to this story.

[7ndipity]

Serendipity: Part 1(Intro)

Namjoon x Reader, Jimin

Summary: After months of wondering what if, Namjoon seeks out the help of one of his best friends for help to try and find the one that got away…

Word Count: 800+

Warnings: Jimin’s roommate is referred to as noona/she, but you can ignore that if you want.

A/N: At long last, we're here with part one! This is my first attempt at a multi-part series like this, so I’m a little nervous, but I hope you’ll like it! The intro's a little short, but the following parts will be longer. (Pt.2 should be coming on Monday)

Masterlist Serendipity m.list

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(Jimin)

Jan 24th

The frigid January air bit at Jimin’s skin as he made his way along, numbing his face and hands, but he paid it no mind as he navigated the sparsely populated streets on his way to the cafe where he’d agreed to meet up with Namjoon.

He loved this time of year, the lingering remnants of the Christmas season could still be spotted here and there along the streets in the form of twinkle lights in the shop windows and slightly tangled masses in trees and shrubs. If he closed his eyes, he could almost hear the lingering echoes of holiday music and new year's eve countdowns.

Stepping through the door of the cafe, he was pulled from one season to another, immediately enveloped by the almost overwhelming warmth and sweet scents of coffee and pastries.

He scanned around the room briefly till his eyes landed on Namjoon sitting in the corner by one of the large windows.

“Hey.” He greeted the older man lightly, taking the seat opposite of him and shrugging his coat off.

“Hey.” Joon responded flatly.

“Did you see the sky out there? Looks like snow, don’t you think?” He said.

“Hm.” Joon nodded, sounding distracted.

“I told Noona I thought so this morning, but she said I was just getting my hopes up so we’d have to stay in the city for lunar new year.” He said, referring to his roommate casually, which would normally earn him a teasing remark, but today he was met with silence.

“You doing okay?” Jimin asked, taking in his friend’s slightly tense posture and tired eyes, gaze unfocused as he stared out the window.

“You ever had one of those moments when you think you know what you’re doing, you know your path and plan, and then, all of a sudden, everything just starts screaming at you that you’re going the wrong way?” He asked

Jimin looked at him, confused. “You mean like that time when you tried to put a fork in the toaster?”

Namjoon slumped back in his seat, frustrated.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll be serious.” Jimin held his hands in surrender. “What’s actually going on?”

Joon sighed, shifting his eyes down to the untouched coffee in front of him. “I was gonna ask Sylvia to marry me.”

Jimin gaped at him. “Wha- are you serious?!”

He knew that the two had been dating on and off for over two years, but it was still slightly surprising news to him.

Joon pulled out a small velvet box and plopped it on the table between them, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from the younger man, drawing a few curious and concerned glances from the other customers around the cafe.

“Hyung, I-, congratulations. I’m so happy for you.” He said, trying to casually sneak a peek inside at the ring.

“Don't be,” Namjoon replied flatly. “We broke up this morning instead.”

“YOU WHAT?!” Jimin let the box drop with a clatter, earning a few more concerned looks before quickly dropping his voice to a lower volume. “Why?!”

Joon looked up at him. “Y/n.” He said simply.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a sudden sense of understanding drawing his features together in a frown. “Hyung, you can’t.”

“I just want to know.” Joon said. “I just want to see if we can find them.”

“We went through this before, we couldn’t find anything.” Jimin tried to reason with him.

“It might be different this time!” Joon argued.

“No, it’ll be worse, cause now it’s been almost a year!” Jimin hissed.

“8 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days.”

Jimin stared at his friend, at a total loss. “Hyung...”

“I just want to know.” Joon repeated, looking at him solemnly. “Every day, I have woken up and all I can think about is them. I know it was only one day, but there was something…” He shook his head. “I don’t even know how to explain it. It was like everything suddenly made sense, everything just felt right. And I missed it.”

Jimin knew the story well enough by now. He’d been the one Joon had come to at nearly two in the morning, to talk about this person he’d met. In all their years of friendship, Joon had never been the sort to talk about things like fate and soulmates, but something had clearly changed his in mind that day.

“I just keep wondering what would’ve happened if I'd stayed a little longer, and if they feel the same.”

“What if they don’t?” Jimin asked. “What if they’ve moved on?”

“Then at least I’ll know.” He said, chewing on his lip as he thought .“At least then, I’ll have an answer and can let it go and move on too. But I have to know. I gotta find them.”

Jimin stared at him for a long moment before looking around, exasperated.

“Alright, fine.” He sighed. “Where do we start?”

[dancingqueen0019]

Aaron Hotchner x Pregnant Reader

Author’s Note: Just a small little blurb in honor of Mother’s Day (a day late, I know) Enjoy!

Warnings: None that I know of, if something should be added, tell me and I’ll add it in

Mornings for me never meant I was able to sleep in. Every so often I was able to, but that was before everything. Before I met Aaron, before I was married and became Jack’s bonus mom, and before I found out I was pregnant with our newest members of the Hotchner family. 

Weekend mornings typically meant that we had to go to Jack’s soccer games and visit family members, and now that I’m 30 weeks along, it really turned into wrestling events in my stomach. I was already half awake when I heard giggling and shushing outside mine and Aaron’s bedroom door. I smiled to myself but quickly wiped it off as the door creaked open. 

The comforter shifted and the bed dipped down lightly as Jack crawled into bed. I was laying on my right side with my pregnancy pillow so he got as close as he could. I finally broke my ‘sleeping’ state when he kissed my cheek. I looked up to him and saw he was grinning from ear to ear, the dimples matching his father’s. He was kneeling on his knees over my face, “Good morning Mommy, happy mother’s day!” He said in a bright and cheery tone. 

I lifted my head up and placed a hand on his cheek, “Good morning my little love, how did you sleep?” He sat down facing me and placed a hand on my very large belly. 

“Good! Look, Daddy and I made you breakfast this morning Mommy. Bring it in Dad!” Jack called out and the door opened once more. I turned my head to see a giant tray of waffles, apple juice, orange slices, and sausage links being brought in by Aaron. He had a big smile on his face as he brought it to the bedside table. I thanked Jack for the lovely breakfast and Aaron helped me sit up comfortably. The struggle to move by myself had slowly increased over the past few weeks. 

“Jack, did you come up with this? I am so proud and impressed.” I said as Aaron placed the tray over my lap and sat down on the bed in front of me. Jack curled up to my side and nodded, “Yes I did. Dad helped with the sausage, but I cut the orange and put the waffles in the toaster. You have a card too! One from me and one from Dad.” He picked them up and handed them to me. 

I opened the one from Jack first and it was a handmade card that said Happy Mother’s Day and there was a drawing of the three of us and my big belly. I leaned down and kissed Jack on the head before grabbing the card from Aaron. He wrote about how lucky he was to have found me and how these two babies are blessed to have me as a mom. In the card was a giftcard to my favorite spa to get my nails done, along with a pregnancy massage. 

I shared my breakfast with Jack and Aaron ended up giving my legs and feet a soft massage while we sat there enjoying the early morning. I had horrible swelling with the twins so Aaron got into the habit of massaging my legs and feet every morning, even if he only had a couple of minutes to spare. “I really want my siblings to be here now. Can they come out yet?” Jack asked hopefully and Aaron shook his head slightly.

“No buddy, sorry. They need to stay in there for a few more weeks before they can come out. Trust me, I want them here too.” Aaron replied and shared a look with me. It was one of warmth but also a hint of nervousness. In the dark of night Aaron would share his fears with me about the health of the twins and the physical toll it’s taking on me. I officially went on bedrest last week and hardly left the house, it has been very lonely so far. Jack is nice company, but with Aaron gone for all of that time, I get no adult interaction. None of my friends, family, or coworkers could stop by so there was no ‘adult’ talk. 

Eventually breakfast was over and as Jack ran downstairs to play with his action figures, Aaron filled in the empty spot next to me. He wrapped his arm around me and I shifted myself to lean more into him. His lips found the top of my head while his other hand gently rubbed my swollen stomach. He whispered softly to me, “Happy Mother’s Day. I hope you know how loved you are and how thankful I am that I have you.” 

I hummed and looked up to him to give Aaron a kiss. This kiss was firm and needy. One that said ‘I love you, I’m worried about you’. It lasted for a moment longer than needed but we were interrupted anyway by Jack coming back into the room saying there was someone knocking on the door. Aaron went down to see who it was and to my surprise, Penelope walked in with a huge basket in her hands and a vase of flowers in Aaron’s. “Ohhh pretty Momma, it is your day to be spoiled. I bring happiness and gifts!” She exclaimed proudly. I laughed at the colorfully dressed blonde and gladly accepted the basket. Aaron sat the vase of flowers on the bedside table and stood back as Penelope sat the basket down and helped me go through it.

There were chocolates, a picture of our small family with the rest of the team, and what looks like a new nursing top for when the babies are born. For the babies, she included more outfits, wooden toys, and beautiful blankets that were handmade. I hugged her tightly and said thank you for the gifts. “These babies are going to have the best aunt, thanks to you Penelope. All of this is too much, really. The tulips are absolutely gorgeous too.” 

She smiled widely at Aaron and I, “Oh, please. I’ll take any excuse to spoil my family. I’m making my rounds today on all the moms so I shan’t stick around long because I know you have some plans and you need your rest. Remember, I have my number saved on speed dial in your phone so if you need anything, I will be there.” We briefly talked for a couple more minutes before she had to get going to JJs. 

Aaron walked her out and came back upstairs to help me out of bed for the day and walked in front of me down the stairs in case my balance gave out. I stood at the kitchen counter, letting my legs stretch until I felt a trickle down my leg. “Oh come on! I swore I didn’t have to pee. Aaaron!” I called out for him as I tried and failed to look past my belly to see how much pee I dribbled out. He was such a good man when it came to the less than pretty parts of pregnancy. Aaron emerged from the laundry room and grabbed some paper towels to clean up my mess. I stepped back and grabbed a hold of my stomach as a sharp pain pushed its way across my whole stomach and to my back. I let out a small groan and as Aaron wiped the puddle up we both shared the same look. These babies are coming today. 

“Hey Jack,” He looked up at me, “I guess your wish is coming true. Mommy just went into labor.”

[overobsessedfanboy23]

If Revolver Had Faced Roboppi

(Well... I went on and on about how Roboppi should've duelled anyone other than Soulburner and I decided to put that idea into a quick fanfiction.)

AO3 link if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50157784

When Revolver went out searching for the Dark Ignis, the last thing he expected to see was an island made up entirely of what looked to be the extended cast of The Brave Little Toaster. Curious, he headed towards it, eyes narrowing when he spotted a familiar figure.

Roboppi. The Dark Ignis’s lackey. He landed several paces away from the lone AI.

Roboppi turned to him. “Revolver!” he exclaimed in surprise.

Revolver’s eyes narrowed. “Where’s the Dark Ignis?”

“The… what?” Roboppi tilted his head to the side.

Revolver sighed heavily. “Where is… Ai?” The name sounded so unnatural on his tongue but he saw no other option to get the AI to understand him.

Roboppi’s eyes narrowed. “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what you two are planning to do with Sol Technologies,” Revolver growled, his fist clenched.

“I don’t know what Bro is planning to do. But I’m going to start conquering the universe from here.”

“Conquer the universe?” Revolver repeated, completely baffled.

“Are you underestimating my skills? Even Bro acknowledges my skill! I’ll become greater than my Bro and become the AI that conquers the universe!”

Revolver was silently baffled by Roboppi’s words. He had the appearance of a small child, yet spoke like the villain out of some superhero movie. It was more than a little ridiculous. However, this AI had defeated Blood Shepherd and Ghost Girl so he clearly wasn’t someone to take lightly.

“Got that?” Roboppi went on. “If you do, leave this country immediately! Humans aren’t needed in this country!”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me where the Dark Ignis is,” Revolver growled.

“So you won’t leave? In that case…” He held up his arm, revealing a tiny duel disk on his wrist. “If you defeat me, I’ll tell you where my Bro is, or…” His anger faded for a moment to give way to confusion. “Whatever you were just calling him.”

“Fine.” Revolver held up his own duel disk. “I’ll be your opponent.”

“Duel!” The two of them exclaimed in unison.

Roboppi took the first turn, which was just fine with Revolver: his deck worked better on the second turn usually. However, the AI’s turn was barely over when a sound filled the air. Revolver looked up. Playmaker was racing toward the island, hopping off his hoverboard when he was close enough.

“Roboppi!” he exclaimed.

“Ah.” Roboppi glanced at him. “My former master has arrived. But this is my country. Leave now! Bro told me to protect my country, so I’ll erase everyone in my way!”

Playmaker looked taken aback for a moment before replying, “Where’s Ai?”

“That’s what we’re duelling for,” Revolver answered.

“That’s right,” Roboppi nodded. “I agreed to tell him where Bro is if he wins, but that won’t happen. It’s foolish to battle me. I’ve changed!” He tapped the side of his head with a finger. “I’m very smart now!”

“What did Ai do to you?” Playmaker asked.

Revolver’s eyes narrowed at him. Such trivial questions weren’t going to get them anywhere. He needed to be able to duel and defeat this devious AI, get the location of the Dark Ignis from him, and destroy him for all he’d done.

Roboppi rested his hand on his chest. “Bro and I linked when he fought Bohman. That’s when I became smart.”

“Ai’s backup affected you…” Playmaker realised aloud.

“By becoming smart, I know lots of things. It feels great!”

“I don’t care!” Revolver cut in, his patience snapping like a twig. “I’m duelling you for one reason and one reason alone: to find and destroy the Dark Ignis!” He placed his hand on his deck. “My turn! Draw!”

Within one turn, Revolver was able to reduce Roboppi’s life points all the way down to one thousand five hundred. It was big damage, sure, but not nearly enough. If he had a way to, he would defeat the AI in one turn but Roboppi had negated one too many of his effects to make that possible. So revenge on the Dark Ignis would have to wait…

“It seems I underestimated Revolver a bit,” Roboppi’s voice was dark as he recovered from Revolver’s attack.

Revolver’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a surrender I hear? I’ll accept it if you tell me where the Dark Ignis is.”

He held his duel disk up, knowing the AI wasn’t likely to surrender but willing to give him a chance regardless. After all, Roboppi wasn’t his target. The Dark Ignis was. For all Revolver knew, Ai had brainwashed or manipulated this other AI into working with him. He was dangerous, but Ai was the main threat.

“You think I’d betray Ai?” Roboppi exclaimed, pointing at him. “No, Revolver, I’ll defeat you for my bro!”

Revolver growled a bit. “What do you even owe that… that… the Dark Ignis?” He held back a few choice words he had for Ai, they could wait until he faced him in a duel.

Roboppi’s aggression faltered for a moment as he gazed at the ground. “Bro showed me a new world.” His eyes narrowed again when he met Revolver’s gaze again. “I’ll repay his kindness by defeating the one who torments him.”

“Oh, I’M tormenting the Dark Ignis?! After everything that monster-” All of Revolver’s rage toward Ai for what he did to the Zaizens slipped out in one venomous word. “-has done I’m the one tormenting him?!”

“That’s right! Revolver, you were the one who attacked the Cyberse in the first place! If not for you, there never would’ve been a war, and Bro’s friends never would’ve died!”

Revolver bit back a gasp, his eyes narrowing to hide his shock. He didn’t think this AI would know so much: he’d just been some AI of Yusaku’s, a pet of sorts Revolver assumed, prior to suddenly showing up as the Dark Ignis’s lackey. Had someone told him all this? Yusaku? The Dark Ignis?

Roboppi clenched his fist as he went on. “And yet my Bro can only blame himself. He’s tormented with guilt, he thinks it’s his fault all his friends are gone but really it’s all your fault! I hate you for tormenting my bro!”

Revolver simply glared back at the AI, trying to muster up a response, a retort of some kind that he was wrong. But no words came out. It was… true. Revolver had started all this with his attack. If he’d just left the Ignis alone… no, the Light Ignis would have still been a threat eventually but… would the threat have been as bad as it was now?

Revolver’s thoughts remained so torn he couldn’t muster a reply to the angry childish words. It was clear Roboppi hadn’t said it to get under Revover’s skin. The immature, almost child-like AI was just angry on behalf of someone he cared about, however misguided such care was. Revolver’s gaze faltered, lowering to his duel disk.

“Roboppi…” Playmaker was the one who broke the stunned silence. He’d been so quiet Revolver nearly forgot he was there and he didn’t bother looking at him as he went on, “Revolver wasn’t the one who… there was no other way to defeat Bohman. Ai knows that too.”

Roboppi let out a growl. “He might know, but I don’t. And I don’t intend to know.”

“If you won’t bother knowing, then don’t speak of things you have no clue about, you malfunction!” Revolver snapped, trembling with rage.

“Revolver!” Playmaker exclaimed, clearly pissed off. Revolver ignored him.

“Call me whatever you want, I’m still gonna defeat you!” Roboppi snapped back, his fingers resting on his deck. “And when I do, I’ll become incredible enough to conquer the entire universe! My turn! Draw!”

So the duel continued on with Roboppi somehow turning things around on this turn, bringing them to a similar number of life points but also emptying Revolver’s entire field apart from his field spell. He was dead if he didn’t draw the right card here. Thankfully, he did: Rokket Tracer.

Revolver managed to turn the duel back around in his favour on his turn. He summoned his synchro, Borreload Savage Dragon, equipping Borreload Dragon and negating each and every one of Roboppi’s effects to land a powerful attack, not defeating him but bringing him down to a low six hundred life points.

Roboppi gasped when he was thrown back by the force of Revolver’s attack. His head hung low, hiding his eyes. A dark chuckle slipped past the child-like AI.

“Not bad, Revolver but I have life points left.” Roboppi’s voice was suddenly… cold.

“Hm?” Revolver raised an eyebrow. “Your mood’s changed.”

“What incredible duelling.” Roboppi didn’t seem to hear him as he went on, his eyes closed as he lifted his head. “Maybe humans aren’t dumb, but I’ve grown more in this duel.” Roboppi’s eyes opened to reveal red eyes. “I’m extremely smart now. I’ve surpassed all limits. I may have even surpassed my Bro!”

He burst into a cold evil-sounding laugh, so unlike his previous childish demeanour it made Revolver flinch visibly and step back.

“What the-?!” The words slipped past him.

Wheels began turning rapidly in his head, asking so many questions and stumbling upon so many non-answers all at once it made his head spin. What WAS this and why was it happening? Was it mind control? No, there had to be a more logical explanation than that. Roboppi was an AI… was there a malfunction in the code? Some sort of glitch or bug that activated when the vessel took massive damage?

Whatever it was, Revolver couldn’t deliberate long as Roboppi struck back with a fury, negating every one of Revolver’s monster effects and traps before destroying his Borreload Savage Dragon. His life points dropped to a mere one hundred and worse yet, there was one more attack coming.

Revolver stared at his empty hand. “I… I can’t negate this attack.” His voice was soft with pure shock.

Was this really… the end? He was to die at the hands of the Dark Ignis’s malfunctioning lackey without even getting a chance to make the monster atone for his crimes?

Roboppi cackled once again. “Everyone has trouble against Revolver but he’s easy for me! In my current state, I can even beat my Bro easily!” He cackled again. “I’m the saviour of Link VRAINS! I’m the one who’ll save AI’s future.”

Revolver looked back at the malfunctioning AI, the despair in his eyes no doubt on full display. He waited with dread for the AI to attack. Static shocks shot out of Roboppi’s head as he continued to cackle and gloat. He was… overloading. Despite his despair over imminent death, Revolver’s mind still struggled for an answer to what was happening to the AI about to take his life.

Had he been some simple AI, given only one goal, trying to carry out this goal in increasingly more extreme ways? That sounded like something out of some science fiction movie. But… scientifically possible.

“I’m a saviour. I’m the universe. I… I… I am… am…” Roboppi’s voice was switching between his usual one and a more high-pitched robotic one. Roboppi’s body swayed almost like a zombie, his voice faltering. “It’s over for Revolver and over for me…” He looked up again. “I end my turn.”

“What?” Revolver’s relief was completely drowned out by baffled shock. “You end your turn?”

He wondered for a brief moment if the AI was sparing him for some bizarre reason before Roboppi cackled again and went on,

“I’ll conquer the universe. Everyone who opposes me will be finished. I’ll do a major cleaning of the universe.”

A lightbulb lit up in Revolver’s mind. Roboppi was originally a housework AI, he’d only ever been given one goal, to clean, and he was now taking it to what he saw as the next logical step: eradicating humanity.

“Clean… clean… a major cleaning…” Were Roboppi’s final words before his eyes suddenly glazed over and he fell backwards. His human body faded into bits. In its place, laid a much smaller blue and pink robot of a triangular sort of shape.

“Roboppi…” Playmaker’s voice was as stunned as Revolver currently felt.

He stared at the fallen AI, eyes wide. Revolver’s heart pounded in his ears, still getting over the shock of being moments away from death as a new emotion wove its way into his cold heart, one he could barely believe: sympathy.

“His system. It… it was just a housework AI… pushed to its limits when it was given free will…” Revolver’s voice was hardly more than a small breath.

He glanced at Playmaker. Despite his shock, one nagging question was still on his mind: how had Roboppi gained free will?

“Ai’s backup…” Was all Playmaker said, but it was all Revolver needed to understand.

The Dark Ignis had done this. Not intentionally, even in the depth of his rage towards the creature, Revolver highly doubted Ai would purposefully do this to his only remaining companion, not to mention a fellow AI. Still, backing up his data in Roboppi was clearly too much for the simple AI to handle.

“Clean…” Roboppi’s voice was tiny as he crawled across the floor. “I have to clean… I must return to my master’s room and clean. That’s when I’m most happy. Master’s room holds many happy memories for me.”

Revolver couldn’t bear to look at the little AI like this, instead gazing off to the side. Roboppi had threatened his life just moments before but still, Revolver found more and more sympathy growing in his heart for him. Roboppi was clearly just a victim in this. All that talk about conquering the universe…

Revolver wondered for a moment if the Dark Ignis put all those ideas in Roboppi’s head and while it reignited his anger toward Ai for a moment, he pushed it aside for a moment to turn to Playmaker, who was most likely taking this sight much harder and…

The expression Revolver saw was heartbreaking. Playmaker looked to be on the edge of tears. His eyes, fixed on Roboppi, were wide, his lip even quivering slightly, as the inner corners of his eyes raised with unmistakable sadness.

“Playmaker…” Revolver prompted him, his own voice soft with horror.

He didn’t move, couldn’t move. If Playmaker wanted him to call off the duel, he would in a heartbeat. Roboppi couldn’t fight back. There was no point in attacking the poor thing now.

Playmaker glanced at Revolver. His eyes closed as he dipped his head, his voice grave and swift. “Revolver… please take care of this.”

Revolver blinked, a bit taken aback by the request. “Are you certain?”

The words slipped past him without a second thought. A part of him didn’t want to. Attacking an innocent victim would make him no better than he was when he’d been about to attack the Light Ignis’s hostage, surely?

Playmaker nodded. “It would never be the same again. I… I can’t bear the sight.”

Revolver dipped his head. Keeping Roboppi around like this would just be sad. So… as horrible as it was…

“My turn. Draw.” Revolver looked at the new card. “I summon Gateway Dragon in attack mode…”

He watched the dragon appear on his otherwise empty field. It had one thousand six hundred attack points, with Roboppi’s weakest monster having only one thousand at the moment. Roboppi had six hundred life points… Revolver had just enough points to… finish the job. He bit his lip.

“Battle… Gateway Dragon… attack Dryer Drake…” Revolver’s voice was numb, his gaze fixed on the monsters to avoid looking at the struggling innocent AI who was about to take this hit.

Gateway Dragon charged up its attack: a yellow fireball that grew steadily before shooting forward. It exploded against Dryer Drake. A blinding flash of light exploded from the impact, draining the last of Roboppi’s life points… along with whatever life he had left…

(I couldn't bring myself to write the rest of Roboppi's death. Just assume he died quickly and painlessly. And the stuff with the letter and Revolver vs Soulburner goes the same as it does in canon. Just assume Playmaker caught the letter (it was Ai who created it, I could see him programming it to go to him) and Soulburner shows up to defend Playmaker.)

[fizzyxcustard]

We Found A Way. (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 29)

As part of @lathalea and I’s Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 29. 

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: “I never thought we would find a way to each other.“ / Vacation/holiday trope.  

Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017) Modern AU.

Pairings: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Sexual/sexual as*ault references

Summary: As a lab assistant at a secret government facility, you time travelled to 1209AD, Ireland. And there you fell in love with Raymond de Merville. After being brought back to modern times, you found a way to then retrieve Raymond and have been teaching him modern etiquette ever since.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. This fic is for @linasofia after I broke her heart with yesterday's prompt. So I let her pick the character for today and she chose Raymond.

Raymond had been intrigued by everything. He was like an excited child; he messed with everything, had to touch and play. Multiple times you had had to stop him doing something stupid, like putting electricals in water and blowing the pair of you up.

Only the day previous and he had attempted to stick a metal fork in the toaster and nearly tripped the power. He was now forbid to enter the kitchen without you present.

Both of you sat in your now shared room. Raymond was on the bed. He turned and watched you tap away at your laptop. You were looking at trips away for you both, where you could forget the normal day to day living, and show him more of the modern, 21st century world.

Raymond watched you, letting his heart swell in his love for you. All you had ever been was kind. Even when he had been a bastard, intent on having his way with you whether you liked it not. When he had sniffed around you like an animal on the prowl for mating season. That was how he had been raised by his father; to pursue women and not hold them in particularly high regard as all their use was for was home making and having children. Now and Raymond saw that you, as a woman, were so much more than that. You had been patient with him, compassionate, understanding, and even stood your ground.

"I never thought that we would find a way to each other," Raymond mused, his French accent still thick.

"Mmm?" you said, turning around from your laptop screen.

"Our meeting was fate," Raymond said again. He got up from the bed and walked towards you, bending down to place a gentle kiss against your lips.

You gripped his arms as you both kissed. The fire was still there, like always. That part of Raymond had never changed. His fire, his passion and his resolve. But the more you studied him, the less malice and hate you saw in his eyes. Those steel blue depths seemed to be lightening, a new sparkle appearing a little more, day by day.

"Why did you come back for me?" Raymond asked.

You cupped his cheek, feeling his stubble beneath your hand. "Because I love you. After everything that happened when I was with you in Ireland, how could I just leave you behind?"

"How can you ever forgive me for the way I treated you?" Raymond asked, his eyes becoming more and more saddened by the memories of his overbearing sexual want of you. He remembered the dairy barn, when he had come so close to all his control snapping, when his frustration and rage had spurred him on. But something made him stop. Something made him take his hand away from the route it was taking up your inner thigh as you protested.

A voice. A distant, yet familiar voice.

Do not hurt her, my dearest.

His mother.

"Shhh," you ushered. Then you kissed him again, drawing him into an embrace. "There is nothing for me to forgive," you whispered. "You need to forgive yourself."

The planning of your trip was made redundant that evening. And instead, you made love to Raymond. The two of you enjoyed the movement, the pace and took everything slow.

You had noticed that Raymond's actions had become less forceful, and slower paced the more that you were physical with each other. He truly savoured your intimacy, making sure that you were pleasured and left satisfied.

And as the two of you settled down, you with your head on his chest, you both felt a wave of contentment wash over you. You remained silent for a minute or two, and then gradually you shifted up.

You traced the scar at Raymond's right temple to just beneath his eye, your index finger feathering his skin. "No matter what happens, I'll always find a way to you," you told him.

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[dettiot]

Prompt: Bucky trying to surprise Natasha with dinner?

"Okay," he whispered under his breath. "You've got this."

Stirring the green beans, Bucky glanced over at the cookbook propped up against the toaster. He added a bit more salt to the beans, then turned off the heat before opening the oven to check on the brisket.

"Hello?"

At the sound of Nat's voice, he grimaced. "Um, hi," he called out.

"James?"

The loud meows of Liho greeting Nat were followed by two sets of clicking noises--Nat's heels and Liho's claws as they walked down the hall to the kitchen.

He pulled out the brisket and set it down before turning to face Nat, trying not to look nervous. Which was stupid--she would be able to tell how nervous he was.

Nat's eyes widened a little as she took in the kitchen. There were flowers on the table. A bottle of wine was open and breathing. The scent of brisket, buttery mashed potatoes, and green beans perfumed the air. Alpine twisted around Bucky's ankles, clearly hoping for some meat to get dropped to the floor.

She took it all in, then looked at him with a soft smile. "Someone's been busy."

When she smiled at him like that, it was all he could do not to rub the back of his neck as he scuffed his foot against the floor. It was like being fifteen again and wanting to impress that pretty brunette down the street--what was her name again? With the curls and the big hazel eyes?

"Just felt like cooking," he managed to say.

"I see," Nat said, walking over to him and resting her hands on his hips. "Any reason?"

He thought about the ring box that was in the fridge next to the honey cake and shook his head. "No, no reason. Just . . . just wanted to cook."

Nat tilted her head, gazing at him. "Thank you."

"Wait until you taste it to thank me," he said, smiling a little.

Letting out a soft laugh, she kissed him softly. "I'm sure it'll be amazing," she whispered against his lips.

Bucky couldn't help it. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, slow and deep.

"Mmmm . . ." Nat sighed, closing her eyes. "I love coming home to you."

It was like her words filled up the cracks in his heart and made him feel whole.

"Nat?"

"Yeah, James?" she said, looking at him.

He had meant to do this with dessert. He wanted to pamper her in a way that he would have done in the old days, when Steve was little and Bucky went to synagogue every Saturday without fail.

But he didn't want to wait any more.

"Will you marry me?"

Nat beamed at him, a smile so big and bright it nearly knocked him off his feet. "Yes."

Bucky grinned back and kissed her, then pulled back to look at her. "Really?"

"Yes, really! It's about time you asked," she said, tightening her hold on him.

"I know," he said, leaning in, only for her words to register and making him draw up short. "What do you mean, about time?"

Nat's eyebrows drew together, and then she laughed. Nat had a million different smiles, but her laugh--her laugh was unique and perfect and only sounded like bells.

"James, I found the ring box two months ago." She shrugged her shoulders. "Spy."

He huffed out a laugh. "I guess we now know who's better out of the two of us."

"At being a spy? Yeah, I guess," Nat said, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. "At creating special, amazing occasions that we'll remember for the rest of our lives? That's all you, Barnes."

Her words, given their past, had extra weight. Bucky sighed and cupped her face in his hands. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she said softly, almost shyly.

It was a good thing all the food was finished. Nothing got burned and it only took him a few minutes to warm everything up later.

Much later.

End.

[ohanahoku-ao3]

Whumptober Day 22

For this prompt, I chose to write a second chapter for a one shot I made back in 2019! Hope you enjoy!

Teen & Up - Gen - Teen Wolf

Better Late Than Never - Chapter Two

     The night was long, with Stiles screaming himself awake more than once and Scott calming his best friend down with soft words and reassurances. It pained Scott to realize he had helped push Stiles to this point. He shouldn’t have pulled away after Allison’s death, hadn’t entirely meant to, but it was hard, so hard, to look at Stiles and not see the Nogitsune. But he would try harder, and like the saying goes, better late than never.

     Stiles’ lack of sleep and Scott’s guilty conscience led to an awkward morning as the two shuffled into the kitchen for breakfast. The recent past hung over them like a thick gloom, and Scott hated that he didn’t know how to break the tension. Usually, he could count on Stiles to clear the air, never one to let the silence linger, but today, the human was utterly quiet as he retrieved his toast from the toaster, his hands shaking as he grabbed a butterknife and immediately dropped it.

     “Here, let me.” Scott immediately offered, reaching for the knife when Stiles’ words stopped him.

     “Why are you even here?”

     “What?” Scott’s brow furrowed, and he placed a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Stiles, I’m here to help. I’m here because you’re my best friend.”

     Stiles scoffed, pulling away. “Some best friend I am, huh?” He asked, sobbing out a laugh. “What kind of best friend tries to kill you?”

     “Stiles, that wasn’t you,” Scott said softly, aching to close the small distance Stiles had put between them but giving him the space he needed.

     “But it was, Scott!” Stiles shouted, anger creeping into his voice. “It was me! I was right there the whole time! I remember it, what he… what we did.” He shut his eyes tight, hands curling into fists. “We killed people. A lot of people, Scott.” Stiles’ eyes were fathomless pits of shadows when he opened them, drawing Scott into the terror that lurked inside. “They never even saw us coming until they were dead on the floor.”

     Maybe the fear showed on Scott’s face then because Stiles’ gaze turned to a glare as he took a step forward, and instinctively, Scott took one back. “I remember watching them die, Scott, and I wasn’t just watching it happen. I was feeling it happen through the Nogitsune, and it felt good.” Stiles took another step forward, a sleek movement to the action like a well-experienced predator sneaking up on his prey.

     Scott didn’t move back this time, but that didn’t discourage Stiles as he continued. “You know what I felt when Coach went down, Scotty?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

     “No,” Scott answered, wincing at how his voice shook and regretting it when Stiles’ eyes took on a glaze of disappointment above the smile that had started twisting his lips.

     “I. Felt. Thrilled.” Stiles said with teeth bared in a smile that wasn’t remotely close to happy. “It was amusing, knowing that we had you all fooled. It stirred something inside us as his blood covered our hands, something dangerous that we embraced and chased after.”

     Scott closed his eyes as he tried to calm down and remind himself that Stiles was no longer the Nogitsune. His friend had been through hell; he was overwhelmed and pushed far past his breaking point, and he simply wasn’t thinking right. “Stop saying ‘we’, Stiles. That was all the Nogitsune, not you.” He said, opening his eyes to level his own glare at the other boy. “He made you feel those things. They were his emotions, not yours. He controlled you, so you couldn’t help those things.”

     Stiles exhaled, the sound thin and shaky as his smile disappeared, replaced with a grief that Scott would never understand. A single corner of his lips twitched into a non-existent smile, and he spoke. “Yet, you’re scared of me, Scott.”

     And Scott, he couldn’t deny it. It would be a lie, and a bald-faced one at that. But a little fear wasn’t going to break them. He wouldn’t let it.

     “I don’t want to be.” He said in a rush, finally bridging the distance between them as he grabbed Stiles’ shoulders. Stiles flinched, hands raising in surprise and making Scott flinch as well. But they didn’t pull away, even as their eyes reflected each other’s fear. “I don’t want to be scared of you, Stiles. You’re my best friend.”

     Stiles’ eyes watered, and Scott’s followed suit as he continued. “Stiles, you’re my brother, too.” The familiar words weren’t lost on Stiles, and Scott squeezed his shoulders as Stiles’ tears slipped over in tandem with his own. “And that isn’t going to change just because your face tried to kill me.”

     That broke the tension a little, and Stiles’ laugh broke the damn holding back his sobs as he broke down in the middle of the kitchen, clinging tight to Scott as the alpha held him close. Yes, Scott wouldn’t let Allison’s death or the Nogitsune get in the way of being there for Stiles. Not anymore.

[mrs-woo]

FAVORITE.

Pairing: Jungwoo × Female reader

Featured: OT 21 (minus Taeil and Chenle, though they will be mentioned)

Genre: College au, Romance, Fluff, Eventual mature scenes, Best friend's brother trope, Childhood frenemies to lovers, Onesided enemy to lovers trope, Enemies to friends to lovers au, Frenemies with benefits au.

Summary:

"You've always been his favourite."

Jungwoo's recent discovering is that he's been in love with you since forever. Sure he knew, he just hadn't accepted it yet.

You hated him, so he was forced to act like he hated you back. Now he just needs to convince you of said feelings.

Two problems though, your brother, Nakamoto Yuta and your very recently VERY ended first relationship.

Context/Warning: slight attempted crack, lots and lots of childish bickering, Jungwoo is in love(yes that is a warning), Explicit multiple sexual context,slow-burnish...

700 Words

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"Wait.." Jungwoo's brows furrowed, a mixture of worry and pure disbelief, one hand pinching between his nose the other on his waist.

"You're a virgin?"

You pout embarrassed, "What's wrong with being a virgin?" Crossing your arms over your chest feigning ignorance to what you both knew.

"I don't know... only everything!" He sarcastically replies, scoffing as his hands fall to his sides while turning around to walk into your kitchen.

He doesn't believe it, but he isn't surprised either.

Your heart pounds, head shaking as you follow after him like a lost puppy, you whisper a prayer to your mother's God that he does not change his mind even with this piece of information you have been keeping to yourself.

"No one will find out Woo."

Saying his name in the softest way, he has half a mind to momentarily forget why he is not supposed to agree to your little arrangement in the first place.

He has to be the one to do it.

You guys have made an agreement and you can't have him falling short of it when it's barely been a day.

He doesn't look up at you, not even when he sits himself on one of the bar stools you have in your apartment or when he bits into an apple he plucked from the small fruit basket you have next to your tea kettle and the matching toaster just ahead.

At this point you are terrified, already tired of waiting on him to give you news you know you won't like.

"Jungwoo."

"I'm already risking my friendship with your brother Y/N." He counters, just as annoyed as you because his voice turned an octave higher almost sounding feminine, you would've teased him had this conversation not been a serious one, when the hairs behind his head begin stand up, you know for sure he is frustrated.

"I can't be the guy that took your virginity also."

"What's the big deal?" You ask in disbelief, your brother has managed to cockblock you even before you actually had cock to begin with.

"He won't find out."

"Yes he will."

"No he won't," you affirm walking in between the man's sprawled out legs.

You convince yourself that you still have a chance.

All this time, Jungwoo hasn't said no yet.

He just needs a little bit of convincing you tell yourself, pulling on your most innocent face while wrapping your hands around his neck, fingers digging lightly into his mullet head of dark hair.

He instinctively places a hand on your waist despite groaning while shaking his head with close eyes.

"I can just imagine Yuta's face."

"He won't find out." You insist, drawing him closer mirroring his cute expression. He sighs, a hand stalking it's way under your baggy shirt while nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

"We'll make sure he won't find out."

You pull back slightly and lean down to kiss just below his ear.

Jungwoo groans again, already grieving his doomed end. He knows he's a goner and even before this new discovery, he knew he had  been testing fate the moment he first kissed you at the Neo frat's welcome party.

It's impossible to say no to you.

It's impossible to say no to the girl he's loved for the past 6 years now that she's paying attention.

A sigh falls from his lips when you pull back, already missing your presence. Your eyes meet and you watch as his darken with a want and vulnerability you can't will yourself to understand.

A hunch you don't want to acknowledge is there tucked away at the back of your mind.

For some reason it sets your heart on racing but you choose to ignore it.

You are brought back to reality with a soft thud on your wooden floors, apple long forgotten. You had been too lost in your thoughts to notice him leaning in with a hand behind your head that he uses to pull you and before you can even register what is happening, he is sealing you in a kiss.

Like clockwork, you instantly kiss back.

Your body buzzes at how natural and good kissing Jungwoo feels and you let yourself go in this moment. He pushes you back to stand, possessively pulling you flush against him again as he leans down your short figure to deepen it.

His other hand holding you by the throat, the tips of his fingers pressing down lightly just how he knows you like it. Walking you to your coach while nibbling on your bottom lip, making you moan subconsciously

Your manicured nails scratch softly on his scalp, you are undeniably addicted to the desperate way he captures you, how intimate it feels and how you never want to miss it for the rest of your life.

Shit.

Maybe this agreement should never have happened in the first place.

[pathologicalantiethicaldreamgirl]

Chapter 1: The beginning

Taylor's POV

My mom had always said a man looks best when he's wearing a suit and I don't think I had fully understood that phrase until that moment. Matty had been at some photoshoot earlier and was too lazy to go home and change. Although not too lazy to get some wine to Jack's studio all the way down Brooklyn. Same wine we were drinking straight from the bottle. Margaret and Jack shared one, and he and I shared another.

My eyes were fixated on his mouth while he was drinking, and I could feel his eyes at the time that he handed me the bottle when I mimicked his actions. Jack was mumbling something at the piano, hitting the Do as if he could get a song from it. Maybe he'd do it. A part of me wanted to join him but the other was being drawn to the guy with the messy hair, and surprisingly enough, I caught myself daydreaming about running my fingers through his hair drawing an imaginary line from his neck to the ink in his arms. I only came back to reality when I heard him coughing, and by the look in his eyes, I wondered if he had read my mind.

-I think I need to grab a bite so the wine doesn't get to my head-

His words seemed to be directed to me, or at least I was the only one paying attention to them, because Jack's mind had already created a world with his short melody and Margaret was dragged into it.

-Come here, if you are lucky enough, the cleaning lady might have already done the shopping, and if not, I think I can get you some toast...-

I headed into the kitchen without looking back as if I was to become a pile of salt. We entered the kitchen and I opened one of the cupboards. Just pop tarts to eat and a bag with two top slices of bread. I cracked a smile when I heard Matty's frustrated groans.

-Of course, I had to come to the flat of the worst Jewish in the city-

I took the pop-tarts and ripped them open, -I actually like the cinnamon-, I replied.

He was smirking. There was no need to look at him for me to know it. I put them in a toaster and I wondered if I should take another package for the lovebirds to have. Lost in that train of thought, I didn't realize the moment he got behind me sniffing the air.

-Surely the cinnamon doesn't smell half bad.-

I could swear his voice was lower than usual.

-Should we get them out before they get too crunchy?" His arm brushed my skin as he reached for the pastry.-

I tilted my head to see his eyes and soon I was trapped between both of his arms. I actually don't know if this thing is going to kill me.

-I'm not used to this level of processed sugar.

-Yeah, god forbid you to put anything synthetic into your organism.

-Oh, I've done that. -

His laugh made me wince. He broke the pop tart in two and took one half to my mouth. "Blow", he said. I obeyed and took a bite. I like the flavor of cinnamon but I knew the warm feeling inside of me wasn't related to it.

He took the other half of the pop tart to his mouth without letting me go and all I could do was turn my body to face him.

-How could you lie to me? Is this what you people wanted to do when you got free from the motherland?-

-Oh I'm sorry we don't have fish and chips for you.And what’s that synthetic thing you’ve put inside of you? Nevermind I don’t wanna hear it, you’re gross. -

-Nothing harder than drugs-

And there we had the laugh again. But this time I felt him and I swore something was going to happen until I heard the voices.

Phoebe danced into the room holding the guy with the funny accent whose name I can never remember because, for me, he will always be that character he played in that hulu series.

-Maggie told me you'd be here-. She said with a bright smile on her face, and Matty snorted. He was not holding me anymore, but he was really close to me, and I could see this guy's eyes taking notes in the distance.

- Don't let her hear you. She hates that nickname, or maybe she only hates it when someone other than Jack is saying it. Maybe it's their kink. Matty added

The expression of Phoebe's boyfriend slightly changed when he joked.

-Ok, but do you think it's a safe word for Jack to say if he feels that Margaret it's been too harsh on him?- Phoebe contributed

-I don't know. I wouldn't dismiss my boy so easily. Maybe Maggie is her pet name.- I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth, but Matty always had that effect on me. Around him, I was always more careless. Freer.

-How come you came to my house uninvited to discuss my sex life? - Jack’s voice pretended to sound offended but in reality, he seemed unaffected by the comments.-but again the only one who gives me a little credit is Tay-Tay- we fist bumped.

-I also criticized your nation's taste in food.-Matty muttered, and that dude around Phoebe nodded. -Americans' taste buds have been really affected throughout the years.-

-Oh!, Paul is just sour because we have the best McDonald's - Phoebe said while hanging her arms around her boyfriend, but again Matty was the one who answered.

-I'll give you that. And some other good things too- And by the look on Jack's face and the heat on my cheeks I knew everyone in the room realized how I felt about Matty's statement.

It was evident that we were all feeling comfortable hanging around with each other, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain type of uneasiness around Phoebe’s boyfriend. And I don’t want to be misunderstood by saying this, it’s not that he wasn’t fun to be around, but I felt like he could expose this thing between Matty and I, whatever it was, I didn’t even know how to explain it myself. Jack and Margaret could pretend it wasn’t there, but how do you manage to hide it away from your boyfriend’s best friend? Did I need to worry about it at all? Was there really something to be exposed or judged between two old friends connecting again? We never truly became strangers, we barely lost touch, and it was somehow refreshing to be enjoying ourselves again. However,my relationship with Matty was everything except a random connection…

[nautiscarader]

Ladynoir 5

(Ao3)

In her young adult life, Marinette had to do a lot of running away. She has been chased by monsters, wild animals, sentient toasters, reanimated snowmen and many more outlandish foes. But perhaps the worst of them came from an unexpected source.

Marinette had to grow into becoming a public figure, becoming one almost overnight. And seven years later she has learned many PR tricks some politicians still had to. But it all suddenly changed last week, thanks to one darn photo that put her relationship with journalists, bloggers and anyone with a smartphone upside-down.

She was shocked when she saw it on Ladyblog, published by one of many independent sources. And even though Alya might have blocked publishing it, dozens other services already did. By next day, it was everywhere.

Ladybug and Chat Noir, hidden in a supposedly shadowed alcove above streets of Paris, kissing, their limbs entangled in what certainly wasn't just a friendly smooch, but a prelude to a much lewder act. And Marinette remembered it well, smiling every time as she remembered Chat's raw passion that followed… But now every time she looked at it, her heart sank, knowing their private rendez-vous spot has been compromised, and so was their relationship.

And now they were chased by the most ravenous group of monsters they have encountered: paparazzi. One would have thought that the ability to yo-yo oneself onto a rooftop, or perform spectacular pole jump with a magical baton would make their escape easier, but nope.

They had drones.

And while some of the journalists respected their privacy, the clickbait-hungry ones did not, eager to get even a piece of saucy moment between the two.

"My lady, do you have any idea where to hide? I don't mind showing my cute visage to the world, but too much love can kill you, as they say."

Marinette groaned and reached for her yo-yo, dialing Alya.

"Alya, we need some way to escape YOUR friends.", she spoke harshly into her communicator.

"MY friends?!", Alya barked back, "You do know I have way more saucy dirt on you two than all the stations and sites combined?"

Marinette sighed.

"Right, right, sorry.", she apologised, "It's just-"

"Okay, girl, I got ya. Head down to Rue Buffonade, that's where I'm parked. There are no CCTV cameras there. That's why I park here."

The two heroes did a sharp turn and disappeared into the narrow alley, hoping their pursuers, both in the air and on the ground were left behind.

And when they reached a familiar news van, they saw… each other.

At the same time as they landed, fake Chat and Ladybug jumped into the air, with Alya following them, drawing the attention of a small crowd of bloggers and their flying equipment eager to snap a photo.

"Honestly, pretty easy to cloud people's minds", they heard Alya's voice as Rena Rouge emerged from the shadows, her flute still in her hands. "Now get inside."

She opened the back door to the van, nagging them with quick gestures.

"Thanks, Alya, we owe you one."

"No problem, Ladybug." Alya saluted her, and scooted away, only to turn back one more time. "Oh, and don;t make too much of mess inside…"

"ALYA!", Ladybug opened her eyes wide. "We're-we're not gonna-"

"Relax, I know how much trouble we gave you…", she giggled and left flabbergasted Ladybug and her boyfriend climbing into TV van.

Chat and Ladybug climbed into the cramped TV van, half of it filled with electronic equipment. And when Ladybug closed the door, she could finally take a well-deserved deep breath as she nested in Chat's arms.

"It's all my fault", he suddenly spoke, "If I wasn't so horny that night…"

"Don't blame yourself, kitty.", Ladybug reassured him, "Blame the stupid peeping Tom."

"Shame our place has been busted, I liked it."

"Yeah."

She turned her head and stroked his ear, and before she knew it, they were kissing, their lips seeking much needed solace and love.

But Chat very quickly realised Ladybug wasn't just in need of a kiss, as she climbed his laps, her hands already roaming his chest, as she got comfortable in swivelling chair Alya or one of her collegues would usually sit in.

"My- my lady!", Chat opened his eyes wide, "Here? Out of all places?"

"What?", she r eplied with a cocky smirk, "No one wpould think to search for cam era-avoiding folks in a TV van."

She gently pressed her crotch against his, already feeling his boner.

"Chat… I need you."

Before they knew it, her lips were on his, his hands on her ass and her legs firmly locked behind his back. Marinette did not mind when Chat pressed her against the cold metal of the desk, as it meant she could feel truly how much he missed her as well.

When after their long, ravenous kiss, she opened her eyes, Marinette was not surprised that their costumes were gone, their desires having gotten rid of the pesky layer of clothing separating their almost completely naked, horny, hormone-filled bodies.

And as she looked into Chat's green eyes, staring at her from underneath his black mask, she could see the raw desire and passion the two young adults have been depraved of, understanding each other without words.

Ladybug let out a short gasp when Adrien gently pushed her up, letting her legs spread more, as he slipped inside her without any difficulties, her pussy positively soaking from their abstinence and the sheer need of intimacy as if he spent an hour licking her in a form of meticulous foreplay.

But they didn't have time for that. They needed their quick fix, they needed to find their solace and fulfilment. And with Chat's first groan and move of his hips, they both knew they were on a path straight to it.

His fingers dug into her ass as he fucked her, sampling the moans from her lips coming with each aggressive, animalistic thrust as Chat claimed her. His kisses soothed the raw nature of their meeting, but Ladybug herself turned it back feral digging her nails into his back, and peppering his neck with kisses, letting her spill some carefully chosen words into his twitching ears.

"Take me. Fuck me. Please, Chat, I need you…" she repeated as pressure built up in her loins.

She did not care that the van was clearly wobblying with each of Chat's hard thrusts, nor the fact that he was taking her raw. All that it mattered was that they were together…

"La-Ladybug!", Chat suddenly announced, "I'm-"

"Inside!", she demanded at once. "Don't you thi-think of pulling out."

She cupped his face and spoke looking directly at him.

"Give me all you've got!"

And with his final grunt, he delivered exactly what she wanted. Her body thrashed and spasmed a moment before his tip erupted deep inside her, the first batch of his potent, virile seed only sending her further into quaking and shaking mess.

She was unabashedly loud, knowing she can be, praising Chat for his work, demanding more and more with each batch of seed he pumped as deep as possibly could, spraying it inches from her womb, his thick cock preventing any of it from spilling as long as he stayed inside.

And stayed inside he did. A minute, then two, then three… And all this time, his orgasm continued, his load strengthened by his animal powers, in turn making his lady go through equally powerful climaxes, walls of her pussy clamping down to sap every drop of his cum and lead it into her womb.

Once her voice was gone from all the shouting, their lips met again in long kiss as they climbed down their shared peak, gently collapsing onto the metal floor as the strength of their bodies have been sapped.

"You know…" , ladybug whispered, her breath still short from the powerful climax, "Maybe… we should just rent a hotel room and put on regular masks?"

"That… that sounds like a good plan, my lady", he wheezed back, "Or maybe we can just tie the knot and ditch masks? What do you say?"

"That will only bring MORE journalists and nagging questions…", she smiled, her voice cracking slightly at his proposition, "But I wouldn't say 'no'…"

And with that, the two kissed again, savouring the rare moment of peace and tranquillity.

In the next few weeks, just like she predicted, their life did not get any easier, especially with the two finally deciding to announce their relationship and engagement. And the barrage of journalists pursuing and asking them sensitive questions only worsened further down the line, as Ladybug's belly started growing with Chat's seed, only adding fuel to the fire.

There was no illusion to hide that, but at least Parisians finally got a definitive answer to whether the most famous duo "have done it". And oddly enough, one day, as the two posed for a new photo, with Chat closing his arm protectively around Ladybug's belly, pregnant with his kittens, Marinette found she was suddenly more than happy to deliver these news. She almost wished some asked her about the details…

And then there was Alya, with the biggest conundrum of her professional life. She had Chat Noir, not only kissing, but fucking and impregnating Ladybug, captured in stunning HD, in her own van, thanks to the camera they accidentally turned on on that fateful day.

And she couldn't do anything with it.

Maybe she will give it to them as their wedding gift… And they better make her the godmother!

[atiredvampire]

So I came up with a bunch of suggestions for my friend on how to slowly piss of his mother, but he's not listening to my suggestions so instead imagine Neil doing all of this to the foxes and everyone blames Andrew because this is the kinda shit he'd pull, but one day Neil gets caught setting one of these up, by Alison no less, so she exposes him, I don't really see him stopping though so *shrugs*

(These were literally copy and pasted from my messages, so ignore that all these suggestions say "her")

steal her phone

and remotes for things

place tiny ducks around the house

and hide a polar bear holding a bi flag as well

get window pens and draw little dinosaurs and cats

turn all the mugs upside down

switch the spoons and forks in the cutlery section

replace her hairbrush w a fork

steal all her left socks and put them in the tumbledrier

swap her shampoo w soap

unpick every 3rd stitch in one of her tops

put those sticky tabs on the top of the kitchen door, so that wen she closes it it gets kinda stuck

put washoutable blue dye in her face cream/wash

use a lighter and bend her toothbrush so that the bristles are at a 10 degree angle compaired 2 its usual angle

remove all the butterflies from her earrings

put a few drops of nail polish remover in all her nail varnish

file her tweezers down so that they just dont touch anymore

soak everything cotton in water w a little yellow dye then dry them out (eg: cotton buds)

exchange the icing sugar w flour

change the second button on every shirt w one that looks exactly the same exept its a mm or 2 bigger diameter size

spray the back of the door handles w water and dust them w a bit of icing sugar

remove the aglets from every shoe lace she has bar one

curl the back of the dangly earrings so its a pain 2 put them in

take out all the lipbalm on the sticks and replace it w toothpaste, freeze it overnight then replace

file down the point of all the safety pins, pins, sewing pins, sewing needles, ect

remove a few of the stitches from the blankets

unscrew all the lightbulbs untill theyre just loose enough to not hold light and start 2 flicker

put dye in all the sponges, same colour as the sponges, add a drop of soap

remove the screws of one leg of the dining table

half unplug the cable behind the tv

bend the charger so that it doesnt hold onto the phones correctly and keeps falling out (like my charger rn)

get a rly thin film and place a small hair on it, then with the hair on the inside place it onto glasses frames so she cant remove the hair

paint the toilet paper roll w pva glue, 2 layers, hairdry it, replace it and remove all the other toilet rolls

put a small hole in the base of her shopping bags

drain all the deodorant she has

put a tiny foam block in the window seal so that there is always a small breeze

unpin carpet from one corner of the room

remove the catch from all her necklaces

put clear nail varnish on the inside off all her rings so they they dont fit/r tight

put googly eyes over anything that could look like a mouth

put an extra hole in all her belts

put a leaf under her pillow everyday, 3wks into that do it w a feather, then go back 2 leaves

use milk and then replace every bit u used with water

put clear nail varnish over all her lipsticks, and any brushes she doesnt actively feel the the bristles of

put smears of lip balm on all the mirrors

turn off every socket

exept the toaster

bend all of the curby grips backwards

cut all the hair bobbles w fabric on them so that they r just plastic bands

trade a few of the keys on the keyboard

superglu a penny to the ground

trim all the bristles on the bottom of the outdoor doors

cut the fingers off of all her right gloves

change all the ink in the pens 2 red and green

untune the piano

put soap under the bristles of her hairbrush

unscrew the hinges of the doors (fill in the holes and re-drill them 5mms higher/lower, possibly re-screw the hinges if u have time)

un-sharpen all the scissors and knives, esp the bread knife

open all the plasters

file down one leg of each chair

slowly add fragranced oils to one room, everyday just one or two more dropps

turn the heating down a couple degrees

polish one wooden surface so that its slightly darker than it should be

flip a book upside down on the shelf every time u walk by

remove the plastic wrap around the wires of her straightener/curler, cut all the wires, replace the plastic cover and fix any blemishes

unpick one of the teeth on her favourite jacket zip

lift the inside sole of one of her shoes, place a small stone in it and place it back, glue 2 make it hold

put a tiny amount of glue in water and very carfully place it so it covers the whole of her eyeshadowy makeup, if u wanna be extra remove a bit of the make up first and place on top, so she could paint one eye but not the other

replace contact solution w plain water

raise one stair by 2 cm

theres also the obvious flour in the hairdryer and dye in the shower head but i rly think one should be above those

[pinkfey]

9 or 47 for your current fave?

47. crave + audra wiseman.

setting: post-mind blind. audra/kent-centric. the second half of an incomplete fic which was literally just a few thousand words about window shopping.

Audra came to a lazy halt in front of a store window, pursing her lips to admire the display inside. Kent noticed her absence and swung back around to stand behind her, snaking his arms around her waist. Her hands trailed up to absently stroke the back of his palm as she murmured something about how cold he is. He leaned to rest his chin on top of her head. Today her heels were not high enough for him to do so comfortably, but it wasn’t about being comfortable. The crook in his neck later would be worth it.

The simple window had a wide heart-shaped decal in its epicenter, drawing eyes towards a display case of several tiers, dozens of tiny pastel cakes in each. Each cake seemed to be fruit themed and decorated with dainty piping, fluffy frosting, and doily-patterned hearts. Of course Audra had stopped to stare. She was a walking Valentine’s Day card; how could she resist?

Kent turned to look at Annie and Cass, pressing his cheek to Audra’s hair. His beloved dogs watched him with innocent expectation, their tails wagging eagerly. In their minds, they had been out long enough for a treat. It took every inch of willpower not to give in.

The snap of a shutter brought his attention back to Audra, who had just taken a photo of the display case. Kent peeked over her shoulder as she zoomed in on the true focal point of the photo: their reflection in the heart.

Kent smiled. Corny. He pressed his lips close to her ear and his voice was soft. “Send me that one?”

Audra hummed her agreement, too distracted by her photo to bother with words. Kent wondered if she would always look at him so lovestruck or if this was simply a very very long honeymoon phase. Knowing her, he hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Audra disentangled his arms from her but took one of his hands in her own, interlocking their fingers as she twisted to face him, that mischievous glint in her eye. Uh oh.

She looked at him.

He raised a brow.

She looked at him more.

He leveled his gaze to the bakery window, then back to Audra, who was fighting a losing battle against her own smile. He let out a breath. “Would you like a cake?”

“Maaaaaaaybe…” Audra twirled a curly lock of hair, but seeing that this wasn’t working, she switched tactics. She quickly composed herself before widening her eyes and drawing her brows together. “Please? Double please, my beautiful boyfriend? Triple please, my sickeningly sweet cinnamon toaster strudel? Quadruple pretty please with a button on top?”

“You know I have two dogs, right?” He tried to sound neutral but the smile curling the corners of his lips betrayed him. “Puppy eyes won’t work.”

Audra broke out in that winning grin of hers, biting her lip in what Kent thought was the poorest attempt to conceal her glee. Her gap tooth even made an appearance. Cute.

Kent gave in. He released her hand and handed her Cass’ leash. He dug around for his wallet as he headed for the door. “What flavor?”

“Surprise me.”

“Not coming with?”

“No, no, I have to make everyone on Instagram super extra jealous of my boyfriend with this photo. Besides, it’s just a craving.” Audra said her next words as if she were a paragon of innocence, her golden hair a halo to prove it. “You know how to satisfy me, don’t you?”

Dear god…

Kent stared at her just a second too long, then let out a single scoff of a laugh. “Audra Wiseman…” he muttered.

She shot him a knowing smile before he turned around. He’d get back at her. Later.

A bell above the door let out a soft ding! as Kent stepped inside and warm flushed his icy skin. The bakery was small and quaint—black and white tiled floors, metal chairs with wiry heart-shaped backs, French moulding accompanied by soft blue accents; exactly the kind of place Audra would regret not entering. Kent decided it was a decent spot to take her on another day.

Approaching the counter, his senses were flooded by the smell of… Chocolate? Batter? Whatever it was, it was sweet, sugary, and exactly what Audra wanted.

The lady behind the counter, after hearing Kent’s plight, was kind enough to set out a selection of three small cakes for him to choose from. Each were heart-shaped and about four inches in length. The first was powdery and lemon-themed, the second was pink with a dollop of icing lobbed on top, and Kent quickly decided that neither of them were good enough when saw the third: a rich red, chocolate inside, with delicate white frosting lacing the heart shape. Perfect.

When Kent returned to Audra boxed cake in hand, he found her bent down towards Annie and Cass, cooing, kissing, and making various other embarrassingly adorable noises. Yet she stood up straight without any shame and grinned.

“Whatcha get?” she asked, brimming with excitement.

Kent handed her the box without pomp, which she giddily traded her purse for. Kent readjusted the strap as she greedily dug in, letting out a soft gasp at its contents.

“Kent, it’s so pretty,” she marveled. “Thank you so much, I…”

Kent was basking in the small kernel of pride at finding something she liked—until she looked up at him with utter sorrow. “Oh no. I can’t eat it. Oh my god.”

Kent froze, suppressed the tiniest bit of panic that he may have done something wrong. “Uh—“

“They didn’t give me a fork.”

Kent stopped short—first shocked, then relieved. Audra said this with the kind of devastation one has upon hearing their loved one just died. She looked down at the cake with a pout, almost as if she was about to cry. “This hurts,” she said with deadpan finality. “I’m suing.”

Kent closed the cake box and covered her hands with his own. “It’s the end of the world.” He rubbed her thumb with his own. “Home, then?”

Audra groaned as they began walking back. Annie and Cass trotted along ahead of them, oblivious to her woe. “Can’t I be charmingly theatrical for a few more minutes?”

He smirked. “You’re asking this time?”

She hissed. “Ouch, Zarneki! Keep it up and I might think you want me.”

Kent turned to walk backwards and face her. He gave her a look, a suggestive smile, a tilt of the head, then turned back around.

Audra scoffed. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute, you know.”

He knew.

At home, Audra sat curled on the couch and took careful, savory bites of her cake as she watched another atrocious episode of Love Island. Kent let her choose what to watch, of course, as he always did, while he himself deigned to read a book detailing the history a Roman statesman—a gift from Audra bought straight from his wishlist. He with his head against her lap, one hand on his book, the other pressed between her thigh and the couch; Audra’s duty was to keep him warm. For every three bites of cake, Audra fed him one.

A few minutes in, Audra peered over at his page. “Cicero? Like from Skyrim?”

Kent blinked. “No…” he said slowly. “Marcus Tullius Cicero. From, uh, history.”

Audra nodded sagely. “Like General Tullius. Also from Skyrim.”

Kent pulled his hand out from under her thigh and sat up straight, staring at her incredulously as she took another happy bite. The greatest thing about Audra Wiseman was her confidence, rivaled only by her humor. She was straightforward, never confused him, shouldered the hard parts of socializing so he could breathe. She was his favorite person, she never ceased to amaze…

And she just said the worst series of sentences he’d ever heard.

Audra glanced over. “Something wrong?”

“Audra.” Kent wiped frosting from her mouth with his thumb and brought it to his lips. “Never leave.”

[godlyaffection]

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Fandom: blooming panic

Name/alias: Eden

Pronouns: he/they

Things i like: listening to music, drawing, reading, playing games, and also watching k-dramas

Things i don't like: summer/heat, bugs, loud noises, crowded places

Dream date: movie night date! Or just going out for a walk, something relaxing but that we can do together :)

Picrew/photo:

The Man Of Your Dreams Is . . .

Nakedtoaster

They’re the one for you. Giving you all the love you could need.

Nerds. You are both huge nerds together. He will listen to you talk about your interests for hours and hours.

They love it when you play with their hair. Will absolutely melt if you run your hands through his hair. It makes him feel loved.

Your first official date night was done before you met in person. You got in a call made your own snacks and watched movies together. Toaster promised to make up for not being able to hold you on your first date though.

And they absolutely kept that promise. When you met and were able to spend time together in person they couldn’t keep his hands off of you. They made sure that they could hold you for as long as you wanted and maybe a little longer than that too.

You will play FFXIV with them. You already like to game and so there’s no way you’re getting out of it.

Eden’s hands combed through the long pale strands of Toster’s hair. Toaster lay with his eyes closed next to them. They weren’t asleep but he was still in the phases of getting up.

Eden knew not to rush Toast and truly he wasn’t wanting to get up and moving yet either. A slow cozy morning was good for them too.

With his eyes still closed Toaster reached out and duped the side of Eden’s face, stroking their cheek softly. A content smile settled on both of their faces.

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