#i’m not even trying to hide what i’m doing at this point

[whatswrongwithblue]

Girl Talk

Part Two of my Imagines with Angel Dust.

“So Alastor, he’s like all . . .” Angel Dust made strange gestures with his hands above his head, his thumbs pressed to his hair and fingers splayed out, and you were fairly certain he was trying to mimic antlers growing. “. . . murder-y and shit right? Even if he’s at the hotel, you can’t expect us to believe he’s stopped doing all that.”

It was late at night and you and Angel were at the bar, keeping Husk company, and nursing a couple of cocktails.

Alastor had disappeared hours ago, which wasn’t unusual, but it was getting late. You weren’t letting yourself be worried just yet, he was the Radio Demon after all, and could certainly take care of himself. But you couldn’t help being a little on edge. Alastor always came home but still. He could give you an idea of where he had gone off to and what he was doing when he took off like this.

“Why, are you going to tattle to Charlie if I say he is?” you said, a little too defensively.

“Hey, I ain’t no rat,” Angel said, also defensive. “I’m just trying to figure the guy out.”

“He’s still the Radio Demon,” you respond vaguely.

“Oh well that tells me everything.” Angel rolled his eyes.

Husk chuckled, wiping a glass dry.  

“He’s a serial killer and a cannibal. The day that guy stops doing all that is the day I’ll stop drinking and gambling.”

You scowl over the rim of your cocktail.

“You make him sound like a monster when you say it like that.”

Husk raised an eyebrow at you.

“Excuse me if I ain’t your boytoy’s number one fan. ‘Sides, not like anything I said wasn’t true.”

“Hey, he’s not out their killing all willy nilly, right?” Angel offered. “I mean, I pissed him off the other day and he let me go. Val woulda done way worse. So that means he’s got a type, I’m assuming? Like a uh . . . a demographic . . . of people he kills. If you ain’t that, he’ll still be creepy and fucking weird, but you’re probably safe.”

“Probably,” you smirk.

“Whatever,” Husk said with a grumble, and threw his towel over his shoulder, turning his back on the two of you.

“So, about those tentacles-“

“No,” you snapped, cutting off Angel’s sentence before it could be finished.

“Oh come on! You can’t leave me hanging like that!”

You just rolled your eyes and sighed, taking another sip of your drink.

“Oh . . . hanging, now there’s a thought,” Angel pressed on. “So suspensory play, huh? I bet those are really fun for that. Just how talented is the guy with those things? Because I bet with some practice, you could even use them for some interesting kind of Shibari. Or is he unimaginative and just shoves them right up your-“

“Angel, seriously, did you not learn your lesson last time?”

“Oh I learned my lesson all right. I learned how hot it is. So c’mon, admit it,” he teased, leaning closer to you, “you guys are into bondage.”

You laughed, unable to hide the sly smile on your face, but said nothing.

“I guess it makes sense,” Angel continued, “the guy does own souls. He’s probably gotta have that type of control in the bedroom.”

“You just go ahead and let your imagination run wild, my friend,” you said with a giggle.

“Baby, my imagination can run marathons,” Angel bragged. Then suddenly, he turned serious and looked over at you. “Wait, does he own your soul?”

Husk turned around and both men were now looking at you. Knowing both of their predicaments, you almost felt bad for your answer.

“No,” you said quietly.

“NO?!” Angel yelled, slapping his hand down on the bar counter.

‘No,” you repeated.

“But . . . but, that’s what he does. I mean, he even owns Niffty’s soul. So why are you with him-“

“Angel,” you interrupted, putting your hand on his arm. “I’m with him because I love him. Because I choose to be.” You said your words firmly, making sure your point was crystal clear. “And anyway, Alastor’s not the type to sleep with a soul he owns. It’s hard to explain his twisted moral code but he would think that was rude . . . or abusive . . . or just trashy. No offense.”

You knew about Angel’s forced and strained deal with Valentino and felt awkward, exposing the stark differences between your relationship and theirs.

“If I was making him sound like a monster, you’re making him sound like a fucking angel,” Husk said.

“Fair,” you agreed. “So, he’s complicated. But so am I.”

“So you really are into monster fucking. Got it,” Angel said, sounding deadly serious but when you looked at him, you saw the hint of a smile beginning to spread across his face.

“Wellllll,” you said, drawing out the word and giving Angel a side eye, “sometimes he has to blow off some steam. And those antlers are great for holding onto for balance.”

Angel choked on the drink he was taking a sip from.

“Now we’re talking,” Angel replied, eagerly leaning towards you again.

You held up a finger, stopping Angel from invading your space anymore. “That’s more than enough information for now.”

“Let me get this straight. He’s got the tentacles, he’s got the antlers,” Angel listed, holding up a finger for each item on his list. He held up a third finger, looking at you and tilting his head expectantly. “Say, you ever have a threesome with his shadow?”

You felt your face heating up, desperately trying to keep your composure and think of a witty response that wouldn’t give anything more away than your expression was, when thankfully you were saved by the front doors of the hotel slamming open.

Alastor walked in, his usual confident walk more of an exhausted shuffle, and he was covered head to toe in blood and the occasional clump or string of viscera.

“Holy shit buddy,” Angel exclaimed, “looks like you bit off more than you can chew.”

“I’m fine,” Alastor huffed and waved his hand dismissively. “Splendid, really. Just need some cleaning up.”

“Do you need any help?” you asked, sounding more flirty than concerned.

“Down girl,” Alastor replied and tapped you on the head with his microphone as he strode past you. “I’ll see you all in the morning.”

He evaporated into shadow as he reached the staircase.

“If he could just do that, then why’d he have to make a show of walking through the front doors?” Angel complained, “He left bloody footprints all over the lobby!”

“That’s Al’ for you,” Husk said, “Always gotta be dramatic.”

You sat in silence, ignoring the two men’s banter and you gripped the glass of your cocktail, staring at it as if it had your entire focus.

A few moments went by where no one said anything and the lull in conversation became awkward.

“You don’t have to stay down here, you know,” Angel offered. “I can tell you want to go sexually attack him.”

You nodded. “I need to go lick every inch of that man clean,” you said and headed upstairs.

[katelynnwrites]

I'm Losing It (All I Get's Jealousy) | Laura Freigang

warnings: ~

word count: 1377

summary: your girlfriend, laura gets jealous at national camp

a/n: jealousy is not something i've written before because jealousy isn't an emotion i have much experience with but i got two requests (one, two) so this is my attempt to do so

‘Hey.’ You laugh as a certain blonde pulls you into her lap, when you walk past her in the locker room.

‘I missed you.’ She complains, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck and tightening her arms around you.

‘I’m right here schatz.’ You murmur, leaning back into her.

Laura presses a kiss onto your forehead, content for you to stay where you are.

Even when more of your teammates trail into the locker room.

‘You’re a cosy pair.’ Sara immediately teases.

‘Also I hate to interrupt but it’s our turn for media.’ Jule adds, with a mischievous grin.

You giggle and turn around to kiss your girlfriend on her cheek, ‘See you in a bit.’

Laura pouts, ‘Do you really have to go?’

‘Yes.’ You hum and kiss her again to appease her.

The blonde accepts it and relents, letting you follow Jule out of the room.

The younger player pokes fun at you as soon as the two of you are out of the striker’s earshot.

‘You’re so in love with her. Like you should have seen your heart eyes.’

You blush and shrug, knowing better than to try and counter any sort of comment about the depth of your feelings for your girlfriend.

‘Really! When's the wedding?’

Her words get a laugh out of you, ‘I don’t know Jule but I will be sure to invite you when I do know.’

That's how it is with the Wolfsburg player. She is easy to get along with and makes you smile a lot.

With the media team facilitating, the activity goes by quickly and with Jule participating along with you, is a great deal of fun.

In fact, you laugh so much that you’re still smiling when you get back to the locker room.

Lea is there, having finished her own media day activity.

Your Bayern teammate sidetracks you as you try to make your way to Laura, with a simple request of helping her touch up her make up for photos in the new home kit.

You’re happy to oblige, biting your lip in concentration as you apply a fresh coat of mascara to her eyelashes.

When you are finished and turn back to where Laura was sitting, she’s gone.

Sydney tells you that she’d left for her own media day activity when you ask.

With a sigh, you go and look for a snack to tide you over till your girlfriend is free.

It seems like Obi has the same idea because you find her already digging into a bag of corn chips.

She offers to share it with you but only if you listen to the list of pick up lines she’s been working on, with every intention of annoying her own girlfriend with them once she’s back home.

Sitting beside her, you dip your hand into the bag as you listen.

‘Are you lightning? Cause you’re McQueen.’

You snort, ‘Awful.’

Lena chuckles before reading out another, ‘Are you a charger? Because I'm dying without you.’

This one doesn’t even merit any response other than you rolling your eyes.

‘What’s it like to be the most gorgeous person in the room?’

You giggle, ‘I don't know. I'd have to ask Laura.’

The midfielder groans, ‘Stop it. You have it much too bad for her.’

Eating another corn chip, you nod acceptingly and Obi shakes her head in disbelief.

‘They say nothing lasts forever. Want to be my nothing?’

‘Eh. It’s not completely dreadful.’ You feedback.

‘Are your shoelaces tied? Because I don’t want you falling for anyone else.’

‘Cheesy but better.’

Lena grins and encouraged by your words, tells you another, ‘Let’s play a game…not hide and seek though, people like you are hard to find.’

‘No. No. No. Obi, that is terrible.’

‘Well the whole point is to annoy my girlfriend, not sweep her off her feet. I've already done that.’ She points out proudly.

You grimace and the brunette offers you more corn chips.

‘Last one okay? I swear.’

Her excitement should have clued you in to how cringey the next one would be but you don’t realise it till after she deadpans, ‘I had a good pickup line ready to go, but you're so good looking I'm literally speechless.’

You burst out laughing and Lena does too. Actual tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes from how hard you are losing it.

It is at that moment that Laura appears beside you, irritation clearly written across her face.

‘Lau.’ You greet and are taken by surprise when she leans in.

Faster than you can react, she pulls you into a heated kiss. One that she dominates, leaving you entirely breathless when she draws back.

The blonde ignores the wide eyed look on the Wolfsburg player’s face, shortly stating, ‘Oberdorf, the only person allowed to use pick up lines on my girlfriend is me.’

Then she pulls you away from Obi, not loosening the grip she has on your hand until you are in the hotel room you both are sharing.

She stares at you then, with an expression you’ve never seen on her face before. It unnerves you if you are completely honest because she has never been unreadable to you. Not like she is now.

‘What's wrong schatz?’ You softly ask.

‘I don't like Lena trying her pick up lines on you.’

‘She didn’t mean anything by them, you know that she has a girlfriend. I agreed to listen to them in exchange for her sharing her snack with me.’ You explain.

Laura huffs, ‘I still don’t like it.’

‘Lau? Everyone here knows that I'm yours. That you are the one I am in love with.’

Your girlfriend mellows a little at your words.

Ever so gently, you tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and whisper, ‘I love you Laura. You know that.’

She sighs, shoulders slumping down, ‘I know you do. I love you too, which is why this is so hard.’

You frown in confusion and the Eintracht Frankfurt player fidgets with the rings on her fingers, almost as if she is embarrassed as she admits, ‘I just miss you so incredibly much. The past month has been more difficult than usual because the last time I was able to physically see you was at our last camp and that was cut short because I got injured. Now at this camp, I have barely been able to spend time with you.’

‘Oh.’ You breathe as you realise that there is a reason behind your favourite blonde’s sudden clinginess.

She hadn’t been exaggerating when she mentioned how much she missed you, earlier in the day and you mentally kick yourself for not seeing it sooner.

‘You've spent more time with Jule and Obi than me and that’s alright because I know you don’t see them all that often but I miss you. I really really miss you.’

Laura is on the verge of crying now, her bottom lip wobbling as she stands in front of you.

‘I'm sorry. I know the distance is hard but I'm here now okay?’

Slipping your arms around her waist, you draw your girlfriend close to you. The forward melts into your embrace immediately, her chin resting in your shoulder.

‘I shouldn't have gotten jealous. I'm sorry.’ She mumbles.

You hug her tighter.

‘Don’t apologise schatz.’

From the moment you and the blonde had started dating, the two of you have been aware of the challenges a long distance relationship would bring. What you hadn’t been aware of, prior to your conversation, was how much your girlfriend has been struggling with them.

After turning your head so that you can press an affectionate kiss against her neck, you say, ‘Summer break is coming soon and then it’ll be just you and me okay? We’ve got that trip to Mallorca planned and I am looking forward to spending every minute of it with you.’

‘That sounds like heaven.’ Laura whispers.

You hum in agreement and check your watch before adding, ‘Till then we have enough time to take a nap before our tactics meeting? I don’t know about you but all the media stuff has tired me out…’

Your girlfriend doesn’t need to be asked twice.

German Translation:

schatz - sweetheart

[ikissjude]

funny bunny?¿ nrk.

in which bf!riki plays a prank on you for tiktok | tiktok series

riki x gn!reader, fluff, crack-ish, warnings: cursing, pet names, riki is a little shit (when is he never)

riki giggled to himself as he set up the camera. one day, while mindlessly scrolling through tiktok on his phone, a particular video piqued his interest. a couple had gotten into a big argument over the boyfriend having a lot more knowledge on nails than his girlfriend expected. he immediately knew he had to make it with you. 

you weren’t too interested in tiktok, but you also loved to get your nails done. riki would often pay for your nails, even though you told him countless times he didn’t have to. he loved paying for your nails, and seeing what you got whenever you came back home. this seemed like the perfect prank to play on you.

it took riki two days to research more information about nails. he memorized the different shapes, some of the common polish colors, he even asked sunoo the difference between gel x and acrylic nails a couple times. today, riki offered to take you to get your nails done after having such a busy week, saying he wanted to “treat you as usual”. but this time, he wanted to give a suggestion.

riki pressed record and straightened his face after seeing you approach the car.  “hey baby,” he greets you as you settle into the car. “you ready to go?”

“yes, thank you for taking me ki.” he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “are you gonna get your nails done with me this time?”

“aha, absolutely not.” he laughs off your request. you’ve practically begged him endlessly to get your nails done together, but there’s no way he would budge anytime soon. “i was actually thinking though, you should get something different this time.”

“really? what should i get?” you smile at your boyfriend. the sparkle in your eyes almost caused him to falter in the moment. he took your hand and spread your fingers apart, pretending to get a good look at them.

“i know you like simple styles, maybe try a short tapered square with a french tip?” he could see your head twitch slightly in his peripheral vision, and it took everything in him to not smile and blow his cover.

“or you could get that funny bunny and bubble bath combo? i saw that and it was really cute, it would suit you well.” this time you snatched your hand away from his grasp. 

“riki, what the fuck are you talking about?” you shrieked. he looked up at your wide eyes, which were astonished at his recommendations. he let a giggle slip, just before pulling it together and feigning innocence.

“what? i’m giving you recommendations.”

“and where exactly have you seen these nails? and how do you know what they are?” you said in shock. riki was right, you liked simpler nail styles; however you didn’t expect him to know anything about nail shapes and designs. “who have you been hanging around?” you asked, squinting your eyes at him.

“baby this is, like, common knowledge.”

“no it’s not? are you seriously trying to gaslight me right now?” you laughed incredulously. 

almost comically, you looked around the vehicle to check for cameras when you caught a red light peeking from your boyfriend’s side. riki knew he had been caught when you turned to him with a smile and flushed cheeks from embarrassment. 

riki couldn’t help himself and busted out laughing, pointing at your sheepish face, and back to his phone. he stopped recording and saved the video to edit and upload later.

“i got you so good, y/n, you gotta admit i did pretty good with this one.”

“i can’t believe you did, i’ve seen this trend on tiktok too!” you groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. “still, how’d you even know about any of that?”

“tons of research, and sunoo helped me a bit.”

“can’t believe you got sunoo to help swindle me as well.” you said as you leaned back in the seat and crossed your arms, a pout present on your lips.

“aw, it’s just a tiny prank, baby. besides, i’m still taking you to get your nails done.” riki said, leaving a peck on your cheek and pulling out of the driveway.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

CHAPTER FOUR WAS SO GOOD UGHH literally the only fanfic I have ever loved so much and wait for updates like this. Am so excited for the next one!!!

On the topic of finally opening requests, I was wondering if I could ask for head-canons of what a relationship with Seishiro and a female reader would be like. If we want to be specific, maybe related to the fanfic? Like, how you would imagine their relationship would have been like back when they were still in high school, young and with Nagi’s past soccer career and all. Don’t feel pressured to write this, and good luck with everything!😽😽

── DATING NAGI!

Synopsis: Headcanons about having Seishiro Nagi as your boyfriend.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Nagi x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Content Warnings: none really, just generally fluffy and silly

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON i hope you like where i go w the story in the future!! and hehe now that we’re in the past arc of peregrine you will actually get to see all of the nitty gritty details of their relationship in the fic itself so i won’t spoil it 🤫 but i love nagi ofc so i’ve added some general headcanons on what i think he would be like as a bf

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

no matter how the two of you get together, reo is somehow involved LMAOAOAO like bro is ALWAYS at the scene of the crime in some way shape or form just because i don’t think nagi would really pick up on the fact that he has a crush on you without outside intervention

it would also definitely be a jump scare when he confesses!! you would have zero idea it’s coming because he literally hasn’t changed how he acts towards you whatsoever

canonically he doesn’t really interact with a lot of people or have a lot of friends and he’s not aggressive with romance so i just don’t think he’d really know what the appropriate method of telling someone you like them is

would probably say some shit like “reo says i have a crush on you” and would be so nonchalant about it meanwhile you’re like “???” because you did not even realize he knew your name and also why is reo being brought up

i honestly think he would not be a bad boyfriend. yes he is lazy and unmotivated but he does what he needs to do and if something is important to him he generally puts in effort for it

that’s another reason why it would take him foreverrr to ask you out — he would have to like you enough that he realizes he does in fact want to have a relationship with you even if it is a hassle

he doesn’t have social media though so don’t expect there to be an official announcement that you guys are together or anything like that HAHA

he would probably forget to tell anyone that the two of you are dating and it’s not because he’s ashamed of you or is trying to hide you or anything he literally just does not care what other people think and would prefer not to talk them if possible so it never comes up

you’ll show up to an event with him and everyone’s like “omg nagi who is this” and he’s like “this is my girlfriend” and someone (probably otoya tbh) is like “since when have you had a girlfriend” and he’s like “it’s been two years 😐”

i think he would be fire at insulting people just because of how many video games he plays…that man has seen some of the worst sides of humanity

the world is lucky he’s a pacifist and avoids conflict because he has some vile stuff stored away (i will never be over him asking barou if he practiced kneeling because he’s about to make him his servant)

this particular quality makes him the BEST person to talk shit with

he’s not a gossipy boyfriend in the sense that he doesn’t have anything juicy of his own to contribute to the conversation but i’m pretty sure he mentioned he watches dramas at one point so you know he’s locked tf in if you need to complain abt someone

he will sit there and be so invested in the tea…def would not give any useful advice but he will make fun of anyone bothering you so you still end up feeling better

i don’t think he would get jealous honestly

the thought of you cheating on him doesn’t cross his mind at all because why would he date someone he didn’t trust fully???

i would say he expects the same from you because he would but at the same time he voluntarily talks to one (1) other person besides you and that’s reo so the opportunity for you to be jealous just wouldn’t even crop up

definitely super clingy and cuddly

loves being babied too

according to epnagi he has this whole automatic system in his apartment to clean and do laundry and i think he’d be fine if you appropriate that so no more cleaning!! but you will have to cook because that man literally only eats fruit jellies

genuinely how is he so built and not dying of malnutrition SKJFDSHKJ

he probably is terrible at coming up with date ideas so it’s up to you to plan things

again it’s not malicious i think for him just spending time with you is his ideal date!! like he doesn’t see the point in getting dressed up and going somewhere fancy when you could just eat at home and be comfortable together

but if it’s an important day or you tell him that you want him to suggest something for once, he WILL go all out (which means calling reo for advice and doing what he tells him to)

overall communication is key with him. he’s not particularly sensitive or in tune with other people’s emotions so being passive aggressive or expecting him to read your mind will honestly just end up making your mood worse because he will not pick up on the fact that something is wrong

but if you tell him what you want him to change he will happily do it!! he just needs to be told very clearly if you’re upset or need him to do something different

honestly it would be very refreshing. there are zero games with nagi and he doesn’t really try to hide anything — what you see is what you get 100% of the time

overall 10/10 would date idc haters dni he’s a sweetheart and he’s doing his best

[nightdncer]

“ my hands are cold, dear. ”

✦ synopsis: it was a cold day, and your hands are cold. maybe your boyfriend / husband can help you, hm?

✦ characters: Suguru Geto , Kong Shiu , Itadori Yuji

✦ warnings: fluff , crack , fem!reader , fem!reader x character , slight suggestiveness ( Kong + Suguru ) , pet names , cusses , A/N’s note

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

you two just came back from him shopping for you. you said “no, Sugu, it’s fine.” but, he didn’t care and gave you a quick peck, grabbing your hand and saying “it’s not fine.” he was determined to buy you whatever you want. after all, it was the day after your birthday. ever since you two were dating, everyday after your birthday he would take you shopping to get whatever.

now, you both were walking out of the mall, him carrying the bags. truly, you would’ve been fine carrying the bags, but he just snatched it from you. just then, you felt your hands shaking. you weren’t hungry, no. he just bought you food, a bag of extra food in his hands.

“mm…” you hummed, trying to warm your hand by hiding it in your sleeve, but it didn’t work. he heard you hummed, looking at you. he sees that your hand was hidden in your sleeves.

he places the bags in the back seats, then quickly pulled you by your waist and hugged you. he grabbed your hands, somehow his hands were really warm. probably because he was holding the foods. he put your hands near his mouth and he breathed on it.

just so suddenly, he kisses both of your hands, not caring who sees. you cheeks becomes a light pink, your eyes widening in surprise.

“h- huh…?” you mutter out in surprise and confusion. “𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴?” you think to yourself.

he looks up at you, chuckling at your surprise reaction. “I’ll warm them up, dear.” he then placed your hands so where you could cup his cheeks. his cheeks were really warm, despite the temperature. “how are you so warm….?” you ask, slightly embarrassed by what he did earlier. “I’m always warm, dear.” he softly replies before saying, “I’ll make your insides warm too.”

his tone was slightly… suggestive, to say the least

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𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔

( A/N : this man is so underrated. )

you both were walking from the mall, not saying anything to each other. it’s not like you both didn’t get into a argument, no. you both were just… silent. it was freezing outside, so cold it’s to the point where snowflakes were falling down. you held both of your hands, putting them above your chest, trying to warm them up.

he notices how you were walking, almost like you were slightly shivering. as you took each steps, your leg slightly trembles. he couldn’t help but to chuckle, before pulling you by the waist.

“you’re cold, aren’t you, hon?” he asks, before taking off his blazer and puts it on you before you were even able to speak. you nodded, then hugged him, your cheek resting against his chest.

he gently rubs your hair, chuckling at your actions once again.

“aw, being clingy today, aren’t we?” he asks softly, kissing your forehead. he letted his lips linger on their for a few seconds, as he caressed your cheeks.

your skin was so soft, he couldn’t help but kiss and caress you! really, who can blame him?

“there.” he says.

suddenly, your stomach met him shoulder, and you were looking behind him. you softly squeals, wondering why he was doing this. “oh, don’t squeal so loud. people will head us, brat.” he commented, before going into the car. he pins you against the door, him leaving trails of kisses down your neck.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for a bit now.

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𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

Itadori was just yapping his mouth off about Fushiguro, Satoru and Nobara. he was talking about how he was annoying Fushiguro so much to the point he slapped him across the face. obviously, Itadori didn’t took him seriously and kept bugging him.

Satoru and Kugisaki were just shopping with his credit cards, getting watermelon for Kugisaki ( A/N : get it? ), a new white shirt for Satoru because they spilled coffee over his other one, and just some random jewelry’s.

you rested your hand on your lap, trying to warm it up a bit.

he quickly notices and hugs you, making sure his warmth conducts to your body. “you’re always so cold, sugar.” he commented, giggling at the fact.

you rested your head against lap, letting him play with your hair.

“ooo!” Kugisaki squeals, pointing at you and Itadori. “not you falling in love with Y/N.” Fushiguro mutters against his breath, as Satoru took many pictures with different angles.

he didn’t seem to mind, letting them tease the both of them and Satoru taking thousands of pictures.

“aww, such love birds!” Kugisaki teases while still pointing at you two, slightly jumping up and down. “you’re so loud, Kugisaki.” he says, trying to calm her down.

“you warm, honey?” he whispers for you to only hear, and 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 for you to hear.

you nodded, snuggling up against his lap. he giggles softly and letted you sit on his lap, stroking your hair while the other three continues to tease you two.

[dark-elf-writes]

Izuku as a child of Apollo just having a million big brothers/sisters and most are heroes is hilarious. None of fhem are letting their baby brother be bullied. Nope.

Oh god, Snipe, Hawks and Hizashi would be the most protective siblings and if you went ‘bad Inko’ i can juat imagine that custody battle. Hizashi ‘married to high school sweetheart’, Hawks ‘commission agent’ and Snipe ‘has a gun and no issue threatning people’. It would be hilarious.

The children of Apollo normally got along.

Okay well that wasn’t exactly true, but very rarely did they try to shoot at each other or scream the other’s eardrums out which put them head and shoulders over some demigod half-siblings. They weren’t Ares kids after all, they could keep it together.

Or they could, until their newest sibling came along.

Izuku Midoriya was an anomaly, a rare inheritor of their father’s knowledge aspect though just hearing them talk Hizashi swore up and down there was some music talent in there somewhere, and the kid always seemed to know exactly where villain or monster attacks would happen like they could see them coming… even if they took that knowledge and used it to run towards the fights rather than away. They didn’t have the usual look of an Apollo kid (Hizashi was the only one of them that had drawn that card) but it was nearly impossible to miss if someone knew what to look for, and the three heroes definitely knew what to look for.

But Izuku different from a typical Apollo kid or not wasn’t the problem. No the problem was that none of them could agree on what to do with them.

“I’m married!” Hizashi hissed, careful to keep their voice at a normal volume. The last time they had let their quirk slip against one of their brothers they had been dodging feathers for a week and they had no desire to repeat the experience. “And I’m a teacher! I have the best claim to a stable home life as any of us.”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, a feather twisting around his fingers as his annoyance grew. “I’m the Number Three Hero! If any one of us could take care of a kid it’s me!”

Snipe (why their brother had decided he preferred his hero name even in the off hours Hizashi would never understand, but they would honor his wishes) toyed with his gun. The fact that the barrel was pointed away from Hizashi at the moment did nothing to comfort them. It didn’t really matter where he pointed the damn things when dear old dad gave him the ability to curve his bullets.

(Hizashi would be more jealous that both of them got some sort of telekinesis while Hizashi could only be considered slightly above average when it came to anything involving projectiles but really they thought Voice was the coolest.)

“I am the only sane one between us.” Debatable, but again Hizashi wasn’t very interested in catching a bullet even if their brother had swapped them out for nonlethal rounds. They had seen the damage he could do with nerf bullets and the rounds he had were a far cry from those. “And I’m also a teacher. So don’t give me that look Zashi.”

They smoothed their face, cursing themself for letting their annoyance show. Normally they were better than this but their brothers knew just how to get under their skin.

“Um,” All three of them jolted having forgotten their sibling was still there watching them with those wide green eyes so full of wonder. “You don’t have to fight over me. I’m fine. Really.”

They weren’t. The kid’s sleeves weren’t nearly long enough to hide the bruises and fresh burns on their arms and Hizashi was pretty sure they had seen the kid limping before they had finished the fight. As much as they wanted to be picking a fight with their brothers right now… healing first.

And Hizashi was the best healer.

(Ha!)

“You’re not fine, listener,” Their voice went gentle, low, the soothing rumble under it already encouraging healing raven as they knelt beside Izuku. “Our brothers are just being stupid. It’s pretty common experience.”

“Hey!”

“Zashi!”

They smiled, bright. Blinding to anyone who didn’t also have sunlight in their blood. “C’mon. We can head back to my place and get you patched up. Any other… arrangements can be made after you’re healed.”

“I’m coming too!”

“And me!”

Shouta was going to kill them… but at least Hizashi could shove their brothers at him first for canon fodder.

Izuku looked like they might argue but…

“Ours,” they said. “You said they are our brothers.”

Hizashi ran careful fingers over the kid’s cheek. “Ours. We Apollo kids have to stick together after all… even if some of us are annoying.”

“Coming from Queen annoying that says a lot,” Hawks mumbled. Hizashi made a mental note to curse him into speaking in lyrics later. They were pretty sure he had a meeting coming up where that would be particularly annoying.

Izuku looked between the three of them, eyes burning like the noonday sun as they hunted for something in their expressions. But eventually they smiled. “I’ve always wanted big siblings.”

Shit, Hizashi thought. They were going to end up with the most complicated three way custody agreement they just knew it.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 10- Barracuda Mike

Series masterlist

Warnings: small mention of vomit, mentions of alcohol, pretty much it. Not a whole lotta rafe

“Jesus- why’d we even take her with us?” John B asked JJ as they watched you down yet another drink.

“That- that was my last one, okay?!” You defended, crushing the can and rolling your eyes.“And let’s face it, I’m smarter than you two idiots.” You pointed at them.

“You dropped out.” JJ retorted.

“Okay, I never said I was book smart. Street smart.” You shrugged. “You might know calculus but what use is that if you don’t know how to get out of a 2000 dollar debt with a drug dealer? Or how to tell which one of your friends is talking shit behind your back? I’m extremely smart.”

“Wh- you know what, nevermind.” John b mumbled to himself. “Can we please get back on topic?” He asked you, you nodding and sitting up now with a sigh.

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“You actually think he’s gonna get arrested?” Kiara asked Sarah.

“He can’t get arrested. Not now. If he’s locked up, he can’t help his dad. I have to fix this. Can you give me a ride to Toppers? Please?”

“You don’t think this plan could make things worse?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t know what’s gonna happen with me and John B, but what I do know is I can’t just sit by and watch him get arrested while his dad’s abducted. I have to try.”

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The next morning, JB rung the bell on the yard, you and jj stirring at the sound. You groaned, covering your face from the light that came through.

“Shit.” You mumbled, feeling a massive hangover. Your head pounded.

John B sighed, listening to nothing but the seagulls squawking.

“It’s something about the dudes face, you know? Like the whole no hard feelings, bro, you know what I’m saying?” John B spoke to you both, coming across on a skateboard.

“No hard feelings. It’s kinda hard not to have hard feelings about that.”

“He’s a dick, we all know this.” You mumbled to him. “Is there like some Tylenol or something? I’m dying here.”

“Yeah, in the medicine cabinet.” JB nodded over to it. You stood up, stumbling inside and to the bathroom. They watched you go inside, John b turning back to JJ.

“What’s her deal?” John B asked

JJ shrugged. “Hell if I know. She’s been a fucking wreck recently.” He paused.

“Well, I mean she’s taken care of Luke for like her whole life, now he’s gone. I’m sure that’s probably most of it.” John B shrugged.

“Nah, something seems off.” JJ mumbled. “Like she’s hiding something. She doesn’t drink like that unless she is.”

“Well, do you really think she can help us when she’s like that?” John B asked him.

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to like her but you gotta admit, she is one hell of a problem solver. And a fighter.” JJ paused.

“Like.. oh, oh, remember how she got you outta that detention?” Jj snapped his fingers. “And how she beat up those kids who pulled out their switchblade on you?”

John B laughed at the memory. “Dude, I had the biggest crush on her then.”

“Oh, we know. You would invite her over to the Chateau all red faced, stuttering and shit.” He laughed along.

Once the laughter died down, John B spoke up again. “Is she dead or something in there?”

“Nah, she’s probably puking her brains out right now.”

“Should we.. check?”

“Alright.” JJ stood up, opening the door and leaning in as he shouted into the Chateau.

“Are you dead?!”

“No I’m not fucking d-“ you shouted back, before being cut off with a groan and putting your face back by the toilet bowl.

“Yeah. Puking.” JJ spoke, going into the chateau, John B following.

“Well.. anyways, I was thinking… passports. We don’t have ‘em.” John B switched up the topic, both boys walking to the kitchen.

You got out of the bathroom.

“Therefore we can’t fly commercial. We need other ideas.”

“Fake passports?” You suggested. “I know a guy.”

“It’s a good idea but we don’t have the time for that.” John B told you, opening the fridge.

“Okay, well, don’t you got the money that you took from Portis?”

“I have that to my dad.”

“So then what about a boat?” JJ suggested. John B sniffed some milk, coughing and putting it back in the fridge, most definitely expired.

“If we get a boat, maybe we could get down there ‘cause the HMS… yeah. You know about the HMS.” JJ went into the fridge now, “Oh! Limbrey, Limbrey has a boat! What if we took that one?”

“Yeah, no. She took that back, and the HMS is not gonna make it down to the Port of Spain, so out on the boats.”

You sat on top of the counter, grabbing a glass and using the faucet.

“So..” you paused, taking a sip of water. “We don’t got any money, and we also don’t have a boat that can make it down to South America.”

“Great.”

“Actually, I might know a guy. I’m onto something…” JJ mumbled.

You furrowed your eyebrows hearing the sound of a truck pull up. You looked outside.

“Uh-oh.” John B spoke, you looking at him as you both crouched behind the cabinets.

“You don’t start with uh oh, dude. You’re so negative-“ JJ spoke, still standing. You grabbed his arm, yanking him down.

“Get down, shoupe is right out front!” You whisper yelled to him.

“All right, John B.” He said from outside, all of you crawling and whisper yelling at each other

“Yoo-hoo! Anybody home? John B!”

“Go under there! Under there, right now.” You told them both, pointing to a small table.

They managed to hide themselves by uncomfortably managing to fit under. You couldn’t fit.

You panicked, jj motioning for you to hurry.

“I can’t fit with you two fatasses under there!” You whispered, desperately trying to find anything else. Shoupe began to walk closer and you were running out of time.

You glanced outside, making sure you weren’t in view as you stood up and ran as quickly as possible to the nearest room, hiding yourself under the bed.

“I know you’re in there!” Shoupe spoke, now in front of the door.

He knocked on the door, looking inside through the window.

“If he sees you, it’s game over.”

“I know, okay, J?”

“Don’t get that.”

“I know you can hear me in there.” He banged. “You need to come out and talk to me. It’ll be a whole lot worse if you don’t.” He sighed, finally walking away from the door.

“Okey-doke, have it your way! You know where you can find me.” He called out, getting in his car and starting the engine.

“All right, let’s peel.” John B spoke, both of them grunting and getting up from the table.

“Shit, JJ?” You shouted, coming from outside the bedroom.

“You guys alright?” You asked them,

“Yeah.” They both said in unison.

“All right, I got a plan, all right? Think it might work.” JJ said. “It’s a little sketchy, might not like it. But I think it’ll work.”

“No, no, no, no, wait, wait, what plan?” John B stopped him.

“If I tell you now when the plan is half baked, you’ll get all negative.”

“Look, I’d settle for a quarter baked plan.”

JJ mumbled over him, using a mocking voice. “Come on!”

“Don’t you dare make that noise at me.” John B rolled his eyes, both of you following JJ anyways.

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“Hey.” Rafe spoke, a small smile on his face as Sofia woke up.

“So, is this place really all yours?” She asked him.

“More like lord of the manor shit.”

She laughed at him, as he stepped outside, looking at the mess the party had left.

He looked over, his mind being flooded with the memory of you storming over there yesterday. A part of him hoped it had ended differently and you would give in.

But he knew you weren’t like that, he knew you were stubborn when it came to these things.

What’s worse is that his suspicions about the pogues knowing he had melted the cross down was confirmed when you came over.

Rafe stormed over to where he knew his dad was, his mind also going to a conversation he had with Barry. “It’s you or your dad.”

“I’m taking care of business. I’m laying groundwork, I’m making connections, I’m trying to plant my flag here, okay? So you just need to go back to your island where it’s safe, and you need to stop jamming me up, okay?”

Ward stood up, sighing at his son.

“If you get caught here, it ruins everything.”

“I’d figured you’d know where to find me, of all people.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you did. I think it’s clear from what happened yesterday… I was right. You’re on a very bad path, Rafe.”

“Your opinion, not mine. Okay? I’m good.”

“You’re making the same mistakes again and again, the same ones I did, okay?”

“Right..”

“So I’m gonna help you, son. I decided to make some changes.”

“What are those..?” Rafe asked him.

“I’m taking control of the company away from you.”

Rafe paused. “What?”

“You’re not in charge anymore, Rafe.”

“What are you saying?”

“My attorneys found a more recent document that left control to Rose.”

Rafe exhaled, nodding. “Rose?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was gonna give up complete control, did you, Rafe? Not be able to tap the rudder a little bit? I’m very generous with my children.”

Rafes fists clenched, itching to punch his father at the moment. “Oh, are you?”

“But I’m not a complete fool.”

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

“Oh, perfect, Rockfish.”

“Hey, I remember bashing a beer bottle over some dude here.” You reminisced, smile on your face.

“There’s a guy here, that’s always here, moves a lot of weight. My dad worked for him.”

“No, you don’t mean Barracuda Mike? That asshat?!” You exclaimed, jumping out the car with JJ.

“Come on, there’s gotta be a better option than this.” John B said, knowing Barracuda Mike.

“Oh, you know what? There is a better option, except there’s not. All right, dude? Seriously, we don’t have a whole lot of time and your dad needs help right now and this guy is gonna be the key to getting down to South America ASAP.”

“Let me do the talking, okay?”

You and John B exchanged looks, watching Jj walk up to him. You both followed him.

“Yo, Mike!” Mike turned around at Jjs voice. “Yo! You remember me, right? You know it, it’s on the tip of your tongue.. J-“

“Luke’s son!” He put the knife in the board. “And daughter.” He nodded to you.

“Uh, also go by JJ, but uhm, that’s y/n, and this is our good friend John B.”

“Routledge.”

“In the flesh. Yep.”

“Heard stories about you three, especially you.” He pointed at you. You gave him a small salute and smile.

“Sounds about right.” You shrugged.

“I mean, he’s a stone cold cop k… killer..”JJ paused, you looking over to your side to see a very tall and large man standing menacingly beside you.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mike, I’m gonna be honest about why we’re here, okay? Since my darling little brother can’t seem to speak, we are in a little bit of trouble, and we need to get down to South America, if that’s uh-“ you spoke, before he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, slick, but I done sold the travel agency.”

You laughed, looking down and back at him.

“I mean, we’re not looking for some free handout here, alright? Name- name a price, you got it.” You shrugged. “We just need to parley, in um, private, if that’s cool with you.”

John B looked over, before you and JJ could even more.

“Just stay here, just stay here.” JJ mumbled to him.

“No you’re not gonna do this.” He whispered, “you’re not gonna leave me he-“

JJ walked into the large man. “Excuse you! All right.” He walked out.

You followed, looking at the man and saying “sorry for him. He’s a bit slow.” And walking outside with them.

You and JJ walked onto the dock, with Mike.

“Look, I know you got planes comin’ in with bales of weed from South America, they need to be unloaded, right? That’s what my dad did for you, and I’ve done it quite a few times, I can do it for you, Mike,” you pointed to yourself and to him.

“He would come home and brag about how much he made one night, which was 10k right? That’s a shit ton of money, we’re willing to do it for free.” You told him.

He scoffed, “nothings free, kid.”

“I live by that one too, all right? So, I’ll be honest, all we want is just some space in the cargo hold when you make your next trip down there. That’s all I want.”

“You just want a ride.”

“Just want a ride in that cargo hold. And then in exchange you get three sets of free hands, and another 20k in your pocket, sounds like a win to me.” You laughed. “What do you say?”

“5:30.” He called out.

“5:30, tonight, yes sir! We’ll see you!” You told him, walking back to JB.

“Fuck, I’m back. Missed this shit.” You said with a smile, JJ and you doing a handshake you made up as kids as you walked.

“Yeah, you are.” He exclaimed.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You waved bye to them as JJ grabbed John B, you guys leaving to the Twinkie.

“So I convinced him to get us a ride, but we have to do something.”

“Okay, what do we gotta do?” John B asked.

“Just a lil’ something.” JJ shrugged.

“A little something?”

“Yeah..”

“Every time you say a little something it’s never a little something.”

“John B, it’s literally the easiest job in the world, bro.” JJ told him, stopping in his tracks.

John B groaned.

“We just unload it. You know what they do on planes? You know on delta and united when they take the bags off of the-“

“Yes- yes.”

“That’s what we’re doing, okay? Once we do that we punch our tickets, go on to South America, sipping on piña coladas.”

“Shit, that sounds good right about now.” You murmured.

“Except you, no more alcohol for you.” JJ pointed to you.

“Oh, cmon! That’s not fair, you’re not my dad.”

“Yeah, well, you’re driving.” He threw the keys at you, you groaned and got into the drivers seat.

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[literallyfuckingregulus]

Prompt 2 - Night

June 2nd

@jegulus-microfic

word count: 541

no warnings apply

Summer nights smelled of over-bloomed linden flowers. The humidity created a green scent of vegetation. Regulus often sat on the porch, just taking it in, even though the pleasant, sweet scent was intertwined with the smell of nicotine.

He used to do this alone. In the past, he snuck up to the attic and smoked by the small window that neither allowed for the smell of linden to get in, nor for him to see the sky. Still, it was a moment of peace in the usually chaotic home. Of course, it had been more quiet ever since Sirius left, but…

Now, everything was different. Now, he could imagine their home was entirely quiet. Neither him nor Sirius were there to cause a ruckus anymore. No fighting. No screaming. Only silence.

On his end, the vast porch overlooking the quiet suburban street certainly was better than the tiny window in the attic. It was quiet here too, but not for the same reason as in his old home. The Potters’ house was, coincidentally, full. But it was still quaint. No fighting. No screaming. Only serenity.

Another difference? While, before, he was alone in the attic, here, on the Potters’ porch, he had company. Usually, James let him have some time for himself before inevitably seeking him out.

Regulus heard him approach, but he didn’t move. He knew what would happen next. James’s arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. Regulus melted into the touch.

“Doing okay?” James asked, turning his head to press a kiss to Regulus’s cheek.

Regulus nodded.

“No bad thoughts?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Good.” James kissed his hair.

He let go of Regulus, only to be able to sit beside him, at which point he hugged him once more. Regulus rested his head on James’s shoulder.

A light breeze swept across the street. The leaves above shimmered in the wind, the grass danced in the gust, and Regulus was washed over with that familiar scent.

His eyes welled up. He attempted to hide his face by snuggling James, but nothing went past him, especially not Regulus being upset.

“Hey, hey, hey.” James gently tipped Regulus’s chin up. “What is it?”

Regulus struggled to find the words. His eyes glistened, a single tear slid down his cheek, promptly wiped away by James’s gentle thumb.

“I feel… safe. Here. With you,” he managed to say. Those words could hardly encompass his true feelings, but he wanted to try. He wanted James to know.

James’s gaze softened. He leaned in and kissed Regulus’s nose. “I’m glad you do, love.”

“I’m happy,” Regulus choked on the words. It was difficult to say. “I never thought I would be. I used to think I didn’t stand a chance. You’ve given me that chance. You’ve helped me reunite with the only family that ever cared for me. And you… you’ve found me. I am so thankful, Jamie, I couldn’t ever say.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” James said. “You will never have to thank me. I love you.”

A stifled sob escaped Regulus’s lips.

“I love you.” James kissed him. He alternated between declarations of love and tender kisses. And Regulus cried. James kissed his tears away while Regulus simply cried.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Love is a killer that never dies (part 4)

Dracule Mihawk x reader. NSFW!! Discussion of dub-con.

Sex Pollen!AU for the short series that began with Built a haven for your love (until I let you fall apart). Can be read as a standalone.

This is part four of four.

Title taken by another song by Beast in Black -Born Again- since it's not part of the main continuity. Kuraigana Island is Mihawk's home in the manga/anime.

Shanks being in a relationship with his crew's doctor is an allusion to this headcanon list and then to this fic, even though they take place in a different continuity.

Mihawk having a sister is a reference to this headcanon list.

*****

The soft notes of a flute entered the room through the open window. Mihawk didn’t know who was playing, just like he didn’t know what time it was; the world out of his bedroom seemed to have disappeared, leaving only him, the woman he loved, and the bed he was lying supine on. 

(name) smiled as she sat on his lap once again; she bent to kiss him, letting her hands roam the naked expanse of his chest. “Sometimes I try to imagine you clean-shaved.” she mused “You didn’t have a beard when we met as kids, but I have never seen you without it as an adult.”

“I have had a beard since I was old enough to grow one.”

“Why? It does become you, of course.”

The real reason why Mihawk had always let his beard grow was to look as different as he could from his father, who used to shave every day; and after the old lord Dracule had died, by simple force of habit. He could explain it to (name), but he didn’t feel like talking about his father, at least now.

“I like my face the way it is.” he said in the end, and he felt her smile against his throat.

“I couldn’t agree more, darling.”

She kept kissing him, murmuring how good he looked and how happy he made her as she explored his chest with her mouth, gently sucking and biting his pale skin. “I want to kiss every inch of your body.” she declared.

Mihawk grinned. “No matter how meticulous I am regarding my personal hygiene, there are parts of my body it would be highly improper to kiss.” he pointed out.

“You heard me. Your feet, your elbows, your ears… any part of you is lovely and perfect; I want to show you how ardently I adore you.”

Mihawk stopped breathing when he felt (name)’s lips kiss the thin strip of hair that went from his navel to the waistband of his trousers; he lifted his head from the pillow to look at her, and the woman met his eyes with a smile, kneeling over him, her perky ass lifted in the air. He was starving for her, his throbbing erection begging for mercy, but (name) limited herself to observe the fabric-covered tent in front of her with an half-interested expression that was both arousing and infuriating.

“Hmmm, what do we have here…”

“For the Gods’ sake, woman!” Mihawk exclaimed, exasperated; he could have taken care of the matter himself, he wasn’t tied down or trapped in any way, but he wanted her to do it… to disrobe him, to feel her hands on him, to touch a part of his body he would have gladly allowed her to kiss “Will you take them off me or not?”

“I didn’t know you were so impatient.”

“(name), I’m not kidding…” Mihawk warned her before sighing, admitting privately he had no way, and intention even less, to threaten her. As if she had read his thoughts, (name) giggled; a moment later her fingers were resting to the hem of his trousers.

“May I?”

Mihawk didn’t answer; he simply lifted his hips, letting (name) free him from his clothes - all of them; no longer constricted under the fabric, his still painfully hard cock sprang up, rising as if it had felt the close proximity of the woman who would soon take care of it.

(name)’s eyebrow raised as she contemplated it. “Eager, are we?” she asked, but Mihawk could see she was impressed with the size of his erection, vainly trying to hide how her eyes lingered on the thickness of the column, and the veins that would feel so good inside her. 

“Am I not to your liking, my lady?” Mihawk inquired with a smile.

“You most certainly are, kind sir. Now, you remember what I said?”

Before Mihawk could answer, (name) had lowered her face to his cock, her lips brushing against the tip; the swordsman’s hips quivered. “Hello… it is nice to meet you, finally…” 

She kissed it; Mihawk moaned, a hand pressed to his mouth, and felt the woman’s tongue lick up and down his length, stimulating the member until its owner was literally babbling, unable to form a coherent sentence beyond “fuuuck…!!”

And then she swallowed. 

What followed were six minutes of complete bliss, that (name) spent worshipping and torturing Mihawk’s length to the best of her ability - an ability that the swordsman never imagined she possessed. His moans, heavy breaths and occasional swearing filled the room; Mihawk kept his dominant hand on the woman’s head, caressing her hair to demonstrate his appreciation, and used the other to grab the side of the mattress, to unconsciously try to keep himself anchored - to what, he couldn’t explain. To reality, perhaps; because she was driving him crazy, a folly Mihawk wasn’t sure he would ever want to come back from.

“Oh… oh, Gods… mmmh…! (name), don’t… don’t stop… oh… oh, yes, darling… oh-oh, fuck…!”

The last expletive left his lips as the woman did something particularly filthy with her tongue; she smiled at him, clearly happy and flattered at the way her lover -because this was what they were, Mihawk reflected; because of what they were doing, and so much more- was reacting to her ministrations. Then, unable to speak, she raised her eyebrows in a silent question.

Mihawk shook his head. “No, not like this.” he murmured; no matter how divine it would have been to come in her mouth, he had other plans for their first time, other places he wanted to feel her, and he wanted (name) to enjoy it as much as he did “Not now. Come here, my beauty.”

She kissed the tip of his cock one last time before crawling to him; Mihawk used his fingers to clean her mouth before kissing her, softly but intensely, and he felt the woman’s body mould itself against his.

“Let me make love to you.” Mihawk murmured; there was no real need to ask for permission, but he had to hear it - because he wanted (name) to be sure, and because he needed her to say she wanted him “Let me take you, let me make you feel good… I swear I’ll make you happy, it’s the only thing I want…”

(name) giggled; she circled his shoulders with her arms, close enough they could both feel the other’s heartbeat. 

“You still haven’t figured it out?” she asked, gentle disbelief in her eyes “Mihawk, I am already happy. How could I not be, when I’m with you?”

He had no answer for that - a new experience in his life. Mihawk turned carefully to depose (name) on the bed under him; she lifted her hips to allow him to take her panties off, but when she waited for him to do the same with her underskirt, the swordsman shook his head and simply lifted it to expose her pelvis.

He looked at her; he had to force himself to swallow as (name) opened her legs, tempting, inviting, open and warm for him. He lay down over her, and when he slipped a hand between their bodies he could already feel how ready for him she was, but he wanted to take no risks, and so he started to gently caress her, relieved and proud to hear (name) approve vigorously, her soft body writhing against him, until he suddenly felt her whimper, and his fingers were no longer damp… they were soaking wet.

He met her gaze, disbelief and delight dancing in his eyes. “Darling, did you…?”

“Hmm-hmmm.”

“But I haven’t even…”

(name) blushed. “Well, clearly what you did was enough.” she admitted, and as she smiled Mihawk felt her hand, until now resting on the small of his back, descend to his buttocks to squeeze vigorously enough to elicit a gasp “But I want more than your fingers in me, Mihawk.”

He gave it to her. He felt her hold her breath as he penetrated her, his hips moving slowly, cautiously and deliberately as he explored the warmth of her body; he felt (name) tremble and hold her breath until he was immersed inside her to the hilt. Every inch of his being screamed at him to move, to drink from the cup that was now in his hands and that would finally satiate his thirst, but Mihawk didn’t; he searched her gaze, and in her smile, in the trust and adoration that filled her eyes, he saw she was alright, and then she was ready.

And then, reassured, Mihawk started to move, at first cautiously, and then, when she dug her nails in his back

“More.” (name) growled; the swordsman had never heard her talk like that, but given the shiver of pure lust that ran through his body, he immediately decided he liked that “Harder, Mihawk. Please…!”

faster, and faster, and after a moment of awkwardness his body and (name)’s learnt to move at the same rhythm, guiding and following each other, and soon they were one, a single, trembling and fiercely hot thing, the sensual music of their panting matching the sounds of the man’s hips pounding against the woman’s, his muscles tense, his self-control already hanging by a thread, because he had known already she would be soft and warm and tight, and she was, much than he expected, the realisation of all of his dreams and so much more, and while he wished that moment would never end, the delicious torment of their coupling lasting until they would both forget their names and just be able to feel each other, on the other he just wished to let go, to relinquish control like he had never allowed himself to do in his life, to allow himself to be weak, if only for a moment, confident she would not judge him or think less of him for it. He wanted to make her come, yes, he wanted to hear her scream her pleasure and realise no one else could give her what he could, but what he needed was to find his peak inside her; it’d be a miracle, a moment of perfection in an otherwise dirty and squalid world, and Mihawk demanded that moment, he’d let nothing and no one take it from him, because (name) was her own woman, she belonged to no one, not even to him and that was why he loved her, but his first orgasm inside her - Gods, that was his and he couldn’t wait to take it.

“Oh… Oh, Gods… M-Mihawk… yes, darling…” (name) murmured; she was so beautiful like this, her hands clawing at his back and shoulders, her chest bouncing with the strength of Mihawk’s pounding, her legs now crossed around his hips as she moved, searching desperately for any ounce of friction and contact to satiate the thirst they had both awoken in each other “Take me, take me… Mihawk, please… this is so good…!”

“Do you love me, (name)?” Mihawk asked; he knew already, but he needed to hear her say it, and as usual, his woman did not disappoint.

His woman. It felt exhilarating to think about her like that, and at the same time natural, as if she were made for that, for being his just like he was hers. Mihawk smiled as he bent to kiss her once more, and (name) drank from that kiss like a woman who found a cup of nectar after dying of thirst for days.

“I love you; I love you so much.” she murmured; for a moment she looked frustrated, as if realising that, no matter how articulated and well-spoken she could be, no declaration could do justice to the intensity and depth of her feelings “I have never… I’ve never felt like this before. You’re part of me, Mihawk, and it’s… it’s almost scary how much I… the thought that one day I could lose you…”

“You’ll never lose me; I promise. No sea, no God, not even death could ever keep us apart.” Mihawk murmured; he was a breath away from penetrating her, he could already feel her warmth on his tip, but he wanted her to know the truth - to know that he would kill mercilessly anyone who would put her in danger; even if that danger came from him “Whatever happens, even the end of the world, I’ll always come back to you.”  

“Oh, Gods, Mihawk…!”

A breath held; a slow but deliberate arching of the hips; and he finally bottomed inside her, the friction between their bodies so perfect in its sensuality that it elicited a moan from both of them. Mihawk moved cautiously, determined not to hurt her, but to his delight he found (name)’s body was already open for him, the expression of bliss on her lovely face proof enough she was more than alright with what he was doing.

“Harder… harder, darling, please…”

“Hmm, so eager.” he murmured as he caressed her hair “We have all the time…”

“I don’t care… please… oh, yes… Mihawk, please, I need more… I want to feel all of you, I have wanted you for so long…”

So open in her pleasure, her body singing for him and at the same time craving for more, she was the most inviting sight Mihawk could imagine; he grinned, determined to drive her crazy, to give her more pleasure than she thought her body could bear, so much that she would be indifferent to any other man. Not that he thought she could betray him; but it was good imagining other men could perceive his mark on her body.

Without warning, he suddenly slammed his hips into hers, almost slipping out to then bottom out again; (name) screamed. “Yes! Oh, fuck… like that, love, just like that…” 

“You want more?” he provoked her; holding it together was becoming harder by the moment, but he was determined to make her come, and scream his name, at least twice before succumbing “Are you sure you can take it?”

(name) looked at him, both frustrated and supplicant; Gods, she looked so good like this, begging for him, begging to be ravished “Of course I can take it. Give it to me, Mihawk, it feels so good…”

“What feels good, my beauty?”

“Your-your cock inside me… fuck me, Mihawk, please…”

He grinned as he arched his back. “As you command.” he murmured before devouring her mouth once more to suppress the screams that would soon follow “My lady.”

*

A group of men was labouring in the gardens, hauling and assembling wooden planks to build a pentagonal-based gazebo; it was the sound of their work, the hammering on the nails and the saw’s buzzing, that awoke Mihawk from the deep slumber he hadn’t realised he was falling into, as he listened to (name)’s slowly decreasing heartbeat, his cheek pressed against her chest and her fingers in his hair. 

He woke with a start, instinctively looking all around for whatever danger might have penetrated the room, and relaxed a moment later, realising that he was safe - and indeed, in a place from where no opponent and no threat could push him away from.

“I’m sorry, I should have closed the window.” (name) apologised; she was lying next to him, her lovely body bathed in the early afternoon’s light. She smiled, and obediently offered him her mouth to kiss as Mihawk took her in his arms.

“I’m the one who should apologise.” the swordsman admitted “I fell asleep while we were together.”

“Well, I did tire you out. And I guess the last twelve hours weren’t the most relaxing of your life either. If you need to rest some more it’s alright, we can…”

“I’m fine.” Mihawk reassured her; he wasn’t lying, since all the pain and fatigue, all the agony he had experienced due to the flower’s pollen, had magically disappeared as soon as he had been able to release his impulses in (name)’s arms - for the time being, at least. The conversation with Shanks had to have reassured the woman his feelings for her were genuine, irrespective of any mortal danger celibacy could pose, but he planned of showing her himself how much he loved and desired her; they had already made love twice, and he planned on not leaving the bed before the next morning at least “Really. Which obviously doesn’t mean I plan on letting you go any time soon.”

(name) smiled. “I’m glad to hear that, because I didn’t intend to leave either.”

Mihawk smiled softly as (name) snuggled against his side, and circled her shoulders with his arm; for a while neither spoke, the two lovers content with simply enjoying that newly found intimacy. Mihawk had now skipped a whole day of meals, and he didn’t care - for the time being, at least; the warmth of his woman’s body pressed against his, and the quiet joy he knew both felt as they lazily caressed each other were enough.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you I had a sister once.” Mihawk murmured after a while.

If (name) felt it was a weird topic to touch in their circumstances, she didn’t show it.

“No, I had no idea.” she whispered as she rested her cheek on his shoulder “What was her name?”

“Yoru. Lady Dracule Yoru.”

Neither felt the need to mention the large sword placed against the wall just a few steps from them, where its owner could grab and wield it at a moment’s notice. 

“Oh, Mihawk, that is so sweet…” 

“It sounded appropriate. This way I feel like she is here with me, wherever I go.” the swordsman explained; discussing his emotions was not something he was used to, but (name) was special, and that at least he had known long before he had fallen in love with her “She… she was all the family I had. Our mother died in childbirth, our father cared more about his gambling and business than about us, and gave us the boot when I was seven. Yoru took care of me, she made sure I was educated, she made great sacrifices to ensure I was safe, with a roof above my head and food in my stomach; I really don’t know what would have become of me if she hadn’t been there.”

“She must have been a truly exceptional person.”

“She was; she really was, I’m not saying it just because I was her brother. She… she died long ago; the same night I became the world’s strongest swordsman.”

(name) frowned for a moment; she perceived that was more than a simple coincidence, but she didn’t want to force Mihawk to share the truth with her, given the pain and regret she could see in his eyes.

“I am so sorry.” she murmured; words like those often felt empty and she knew Mihawk shared her opinion, but she couldn’t help it “I truly am.”

“Thank you. I… I really wish you could have met her.”

“I would have been happy to. Do you think she would have liked me?”

Mihawk seriously considered the question. Yoru, shy and reserved, with so much love to give and who felt most at ease alone or with the people closest to her, and (name), outspoken and self-assured, who could happily hold her own against both a Marines’ vice-admiral and the worst scum the world of crime had to offer, were probably as different as two women could be, but they were both clever and kind people, resilient in times of need. They would have probably respected each other seeing how much both of them cared for him, but Mihawk didn’t doubt the two women could have become great friends.

“She would have loved you. Really.” the swordsman added, seeing the joy in the eyes of the woman next to him “And I would have loved introducing the two of you. I know this is not the sort of thing one should discuss while in bed…”

(name) kissed his shoulder. “Mihawk, I thought it was clear that whatever you want, or need, to talk about, I will listen.”

“I know. I just… well, it is still hard to talk about her, but I wanted you to know about Yoru. She passed years before we met as adults, and after I lost her for a long time I thought I’d never… care for anyone else again in my life.”

“Mihawk…”

“I know. I am not saying you remind me of my sister or anything of the sort, but…”

Thank you. Thank you for reminding me what it means to love someone. He didn’t say it, but (name) understood it all the same, and a moment later it was her who had taken him in her arms, Mihawk gently kissing the softness of her breast -”It tickles!”- as his hand moved up and down her side. There was more than pleasure and affection in her, the swordsman realised, there was empathy and understanding and trust; he didn’t particularly need them, but it felt good to know he could find them in her.

Yoru would have been pleased.

“I am not done with you, you know.” (name) murmured after a while, circling Mihawk’s hip with her leg to lightly press her pelvis against him; the swordsman groaned, whatever tiredness he felt quickly disappearing from his body. He was half-hard already, but he lingered for a moment, looking into her eyes as if he could read his future in them; and that was exactly what he wished to do “I think I will never be.”

Mihawk smiled. “Now you’re flattering me.”

“Not at all. Which poses a question we should address, sooner or later.”

He saw his lover’s expression had turned serious, which made it easy for him to realise the meaning of her words. 

“You’re talking about the future. Our future.”

“I am.”

 “Hmmm…”

(name) turned on her belly, her arms crossed in front of her; Mihawk saw her stare into the void for a minute before sighing. “I have duties here.” she murmured, her tone not apologetic but factual as she described a truth she couldn’t and had no intention of challenging “In… many many years, I hope, but I am destined to become the lady of this island. This is my home, and I intend to take care of it to the best of my abilities, even if it means renouncing the life I have built for myself outside of it. Nor I plan on becoming a housewife, taking care of my home and then of my man when he returns.”

“I know. I would never ask you to change who you are, (name); not to mention I am not interested in a woman of that kind.”

“I know you wouldn’t, and I love you for it. Mihawk, this… thing we have, I want it to last; I want us to last. I won’t ask you to change who you are either, but there will be a time where I won’t be able to meet you on some island in a far-off corner of the sea for a weekend together, or to simply have dinner and spend the night in an inn after we met at the Marines’ HQ. I’d like that, and I can do it now, just… not forever.”

“I understand.” 

Mihawk was silent for a while; the noise made by the men working to erect the gazebo was unpleasant, but he didn’t want to interrupt the conversation, even if getting up to close the window would take him no more than a few seconds. “You want to… I mean, do you intend to get married?” he asked in the end “As far as I know political marriages are common among noble families.”

(name) smiled faintly. “Does it interest you?”

“Answer me, please.”

“Well, not necessarily. Here on the island marriage has long been deemed unnecessary for two people to live together and raise a family; many decide to do it nonetheless, but it’s a personal choice. I’ll have to decide what to do regarding the succession, since I cannot bear an heir, but no one can force me to marry… unless I want to, that is.”

“And you want to?” Mihawk asked again; (name) sighed as she took his face in her hands.

“What I want is you; lover, partner, husband, I don’t care. I just need to know wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you’ll be thinking of me, because I sure as hell will be thinking of you.” she murmured “And yes, I’d really like it if between trips, when you’re not busy with your Warlord duties or otherwise occupied, you’ll come back here, to me, not out of habit or because you have no other place to call home but because you want to - because you miss me.”

“I don’t think I’d be a good consort for the lady of this island.”

“I beg to differ; and I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you’re not interested in, or to stop being a pirate. I just want my home to be yours as well; I want to be your home.”

She already was, Mihawk thought, even though she didn’t know; that made things easier on one side, and immensely more complicated on the other. “Let me think about it for a while.” he said, and (name) smiled, suddenly getting up on her knees to straddle him; she sat on his lap, looking immediately pleased with what she could feel under her buttocks.

“Of course; the offer will stand as long as you need it to. Fortunately I shouldn’t have to take my mother’s place for a few years at least, barring accidents, so you have time before having to decide; I just thought…”

“... I ought to know what it entailed being with you in the long run. I understand.”

“I’m glad you do. Now…” the woman’s smile widened as she started rolling her hips “Do you need to rest, or to eat, or may I fuck you the way I have dreamt of doing for months?”

Mihawk grinned as he gripped her hips; he could feel she was wet again, or still, and while he usually disliked taking a submissive role he couldn’t say the current situation displeased him…

He felt the softest part of (name)’s body brush against his cock as the woman started to move. “Lift.” he ordered, gently pushing her hips upward, and the woman pouted.

“I thought I was in charge right now.”

“I’m more than willing to let you be so, but you need to give me some space to slip it in.”

“Hmm, in that case I might decide to obey…”

A moment later, just as (name)’s gentle but firm fingers guided Mihawk’s erection inside her and soon after the labourers in the gardens had interrupted their work, both lovers became aware of a noise coming from the fortress’s west wing: shouts, an heated conversations, a man screaming in pain…

“That… that is my mother’s voice.” (name) realised, her gaze turning instinctively towards the room’s door; she had frowned, momentarily distracted just as she prepared to impale herself on Mihawk. The swordsman sighed, but he understood why she was concerned: while he couldn’t discern her words, the lady Veressa sounded completely beside herself, either with rage… or fear.

“Do you think she’s in danger?”

“I don’t know; I thought she had gone out, and the fortress is well-guarded, but…”

She bent to kiss him, quickly but fiercely. “Forgive me. I’ll be back soon, I…”  

“I’m coming with you.”

“... you sure?”

“Of course. Not that I don’t think you can protect your mother.”

That last statement earned him another kiss. “Gods, I love you so much.”

They separated, and quickly got dressed; Mihawk retrieved his pants, and put on the shirt he had worn the previous day, while (name) slipped on the dressing-gown the swordsman had found in the room at his arrival at the fortress. Both bare-footed, they quickly walked out of the room.

“Where is the lady Veressa?” (name) asked the first servant they met “Call the guards, someone might have assaulted her…”

“She is in the main corridor of the west wing, my lady; and she is not in danger. She… well, you should see for yourself.”

Mihawk followed his lover, only partially reassured, to the corridor. The lady Veressa, he later learnt, had left that morning to visit a friend whose birthday fell on that day, soon before (name) decided to check why her guest was suddenly avoiding her; having returned to the fortress after lunch, she was informed (name) had ordered to have Theon locked in his room.

And then she discovered why.

The shouting, the two lovers found out, came from that very room, whose door the lady of the fortress had ordered to open before marching in and giving her nephew a piece of her mind. 

“I should have you put in the stocks in the courtyard!” she cried, under the impassive gaze of two servants standing at the door; Mihawk didn’t know whether she had ever used the riding crop on a horse -the woman, an avid rider, was also known for the love and patience she treated the animals with- but given the brutality with which she was now wielding it, Theon probably regretted he hadn’t been handed over to the jailers already “I can’t believe you would do something this despicable! To your own cousin!”

The man was lying on the floor, younger and stronger than his aunt and still unable to defend himself against her righteous fury. “Auntie… please, I swear it was just a prank…”

“Don’t call me aunt! You’re no longer part of my family from now on! And your prank could have killed (name) or her friend! What would your poor father think? You’re a disgrace, you… you bastard!”

“Mother, language.” (name) intervened idly, stepping closer to the older woman. She looked down at the man snivelling at her feet, and her expression darkened; she had probably left her derringer in her room, but her homicidal gaze said clearly she could easily kill her cousin without shedding a tear “Hello, Theon. Clearly our ideas of pranks differ somehow.”

“(name), I… I’m s-sorry…” the man stammered; he sat on the floor, holding his stomach where a particularly vicious blow from the riding crop had hit him “I had no idea someone could die… I only thought it would embarrass you, and cause gossip to spread around the island about you and whoever you would choose to…”

“And what if I wasn’t able to control myself? What if I assaulted someone and ended up hurting them? Or if someone abused me, taking advantage of the fact I wasn’t able to consent to a rapport?” 

Theon bit his lip; he didn’t even try arguing that he hadn’t thought about the possibility. A moment later he noticed Mihawk, standing silently behind the two women; he paled, as if suddenly realising who the friend who had been poisoned by his gift was, and knew instantly that apologising -and even begging for mercy- would be useless.

 “What are you going to do to me?” he asked, returning to look at (name) and her mother.

“You do understand what you did could qualify as treason, if we decided to consider it as such.”

“It was a joke! I swear I didn’t mean to hu… to kill anyone. Please… my family needs me…”

(name) sighed; he turned to look at Mihawk. “You want to have him killed?” he asked “You are the victim, you should at least have your say.”

The swordsman reflected on it. “Can he wield a sword?”

“He can.”

“I can’t!” the man protested, immediately seeing where the discussion was going; the lady Veressa looked at him, disgusted, and took a step back to avoid the man touching her.

“Then no. If he were a worthy opponent I could let him challenge me and settle the matter with a fight, but I think it’d only waste my time.”

He preceded the two women in leaving the room; (name) closed the door. “And I thought my opinion of him couldn’t sink any lower.” she muttered, while her mother looked at Mihawk; given the state the two lovers were in, and what she had learnt about the Lily of Twilight’s properties, she had to be well aware of what he and her daughter had spent half of the day doing, but there was no embarrassment in the woman’s eyes.

“Mihawk… I am so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologise for, my lady. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Still, both you and Theon are guests under my roof, and I am the head of our family; I know he harboured resentment towards the two of us, but I really can’t believe my nephew would stoop so low. He does deserve to be punished.”

MIhawk, who didn’t forgive easily, agreed; he didn’t even want to think what would have happened if (name) had been the one poisoned by the flower… especially if he hadn’t been there to take care of her.

“Unfortunately we can’t have him killed like our ancestors did with the relatives they didn’t like a few centuries ago.” the younger woman mentioned, clearly unhappy “We could order him to send his child here as a hostage, to punish in case he misbehaves again…”

“(name).”

“I was kidding, mother. I can’t believe it, he’s really getting away with it? I know he’s part of the family, and punishing him would only exacerbate his hatred, but he needs to know he can’t defy us and suffer no consequences.”

In the end, the two women decided Theon would be banished from the island for a year; from then on, a person of trust would be sent to his house to discreetly check whether the man had learnt his lesson and was behaving himself, or he was still scheming against his aunt and cousin, whether for revenge, spite, or in order to become the new lord of the island.

The lady Veressa asked the servants who had remained nearby to help Theon to prepare his luggage, and to make sure he’d be out of the fortress within the hour.

“To think that his father was my favourite cousin.” she added with a sigh “Well, I better go back to my study, I have a few letters to write. Are the two of you… alright?”

(name) looked at Mihawk; the swordsman nodded, his expression impassible. “I think we have everything we need.”

“I’m pleased to hear it. I’ll see you both later.”

A smile and a nod, and the older woman walked away.

“Your mother doesn’t get embarrassed easily, does she?” Mihawk pointed out; from inside the room he could hear Theon moan that his aunt had covered him in bruises. (name) smiled, slipping under his arm to press her body against her lover’s “I mean, she could probably see you’re naked under your robe, and smell your perfume on me.”

“She really is; I think nothing short of a Buster Call could actually upset her. And she knew how much I care for you, so the fact that we are together now wouldn’t have surprised her in any case.”

She looked up at him. “You want to continue this in my room?” she murmured quietly, turning to face him “I could ask to have some food brought there; even the world’s strongest swordsman needs to regain his strength.”

“I could eat something.” MIhawk admitted; with a smirk, he slipped a hand under the hem of her dressing gown, immediately finding the warmth between her tights “Maybe food, maybe something else…”

“Hmmm, you’re so forward…”

(name) smiled. Mihawk felt her relaxing her legs just enough to let him plunge his fingers inside her; the woman’s inner muscles clamped around him, her lovely body wet and warm just like he had always imagined it to be. She was perfect, he thought admiringly as he gently rubbed the pad of his middle finger against her clit, eliciting a moan so exquisite and decadent Mihawk wished he could have tasted it, perfect for him and capable of bringing him so much joy, and he would never allow anyone to come between them. Whatever happened, no matter what challenge or obstacle the world threw their way, Mihawk would prove himself worthy of her love, and never let her doubt his.

He promised himself.

“Fuck… Oh, God, darling, yes…” (name) whispered; she had pressed her back against the wall facing her cousin’s door, as if her legs could no longer support her, shamelessly riding the wave Mihawk was gifting her with the simple but deliberate pressure of his fingers “Like this… just like… oh! Oh, yes, love…”

He knew anyone who needed to cross the corridor would see, and hear, them; she did as well, and neither cared. He made her come, a sudden kiss pressed to her mouth to swallow her scream, and when he felt her collapsing against him Mihawk was quick to lift (name) in his arms. She kissed him, hard and possessive.

“I’d ask where you have learnt to do that but I doubt I’d like the answer.” 

“I’m a swordsman; I’m good with my hands.” he pointed out “Now, I think food can wait.” 

He swordsman didn’t waste any time before setting out towards her bedroom. 

“You are stuck with me now.” he murmured; Gods, ambrosia was nothing on her lips “I hope you know what awaits you.”

The woman smiled. “I think I know.” she murmured before kissing him again “And if I don’t, I can’t wait to find it out.”

[misguidedasgardian]

From the Ashes (I)

I. Back in the saddle

MASTERLIST

Summary: It’s been a while since you had all been together 

Warnings: Supernatural (and all that comes with it), monsters of all kinds, pyrokinesis, cursing, murder, smokin' people, impersonating of law enforcers, guns, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,9 k

Notes: I re-wrote the first one, it was riddled with mistakes, like for real… I was so excited to post it that I didn’t even check it, it has minor checks, the plot remains the exact same, only that I wrote it in parts, I had this trope since 2021, and I just… felt happy enough to post it, so, a rocky start, but here we are. Anyways, like I say, I’ll try to keep dates organized, but aside from that… i’m taking a free script to write this. 

2003, Manning, Colorado

Much more vampires that they ever thought they would be.

John got a message from his friend Daniel Elkins, when he finally got to him… he was dead, and those who had killed them… well… let’s just say their track was very fresh

So being hunters, that is what they did, they tracked and found the nest, followed them back, for vengeance, and for the gun.

Dean was excited, he had never hunted vampires before.

He didn’t know why though, he had hunted all kinds of monsters and creatures, but never vampires.

Why was that?

They never thought they’d be outnumbered so greatly, they entered the nest at daylight, when it was going to be easier to… chop their heads off

It was easy for John and Dean to figure out their hierarchy, the leader was gone, so they took the second best thing as an insurance, his mate.

Threatening her with a long blade to the neck, they exited the shed where they were hiding at, and “nesting”, the move was desperate, because they were, they needed the gun, and they needed to avenge John’s friend, that made them clumsy, too clumsy.

At the meeting point, there was more, oh more vampires

“Wheres Kate?”, asked Luther, the leader of that family. He had not come here to play, and neither were the Winchesters. John grabbed her from the copilot’s seat, she was tied by a rope, cuts on her body, infecting her with dead man’s blood

“Got the colt?”, asked John, dangling the vamp in front of her mate 

Soon, the situation turned tense

“Don’t hurt her again”, growled Luther. 

But Dean was in his macho stance again, slipping his knife over her collarbone, making her scream and hiss

“Ups, sorry”, mocked Dean, and Luther did not take this well.

Vampires were faster than he expected, soon Luther punched Dean in the face, sending him flying, falling over the gravel. 

“Dean!”, he was going to go to him, to his son, but now, the vamp had slipped free, and he stood alone in front of five vampires 

He put his machete up.

Luthor came running towards him, ready to mangle the man to pieces, now, only one group could come out alive, but not both.

“I didn't want to do this!”, he assured him, as they both struggle hand on hand

“What? feeding on innocent people?”, mocked John, Luther overpowered him quickly, throwing him back, him falling against his car, “you killed my friend!”

“He was hardly innocent, he killed many of us before”, he said simply, he was going to give him the gun and walk away, but now that Kate was safe again, he… thought again. Killing two hunters can be very beneficial to their survival. 

He lunged at the oldest Winchester again, John grabbed his gun and shot them with silver bullets, but it didn’t stop him. Luther grabbed him by his jacket, and then by the neck

“You are not even worth to feed on”, the vampire muttered, “I’m just gonna, snap your neck”, John looked back at Dean, who was being beaten by three vampires, two grabbing onto him and Kate beating him up real nice

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, you grabbed onto his arm, twisting it off of John’s neck. The vampire looked back at you, surprise in his eyes

“What!?”, you threw him back tenfold as he did John, making fall pathetically on the gravel 

John didn’t even take time to greet you, grabbing the machete and decapitating the one that was holding Dean, the other jumped away from you, gathering right in front of you, as you stood in front of the boys and towards the vampires. It was kind of a cool battle of some sorts.

“How fast are these things?”, you asked out loud, one of them showed you their teeth in a hiss, clearly offended by the “thing” part, she throw herself at you, with incredibly speed, for a human, you grabbed her by the neck, her arms trying to scratch you, “not very, apparently”, you said, you always wondered if you could smoke one of these things.

You felt it, the heat, coming from your chest and into your hand, she screeched, and, as others did before her, she burned, turning into ashes in your hand in barely seconds.

You dropped the skeleton and the dust, and then you looked in front of you, at the rest of the vampires who looked at the scene, completely terrified

Luther showed you his hands in surrender, grabbing on his jacket, the colt

“Leave it there”, asked John, and he did, leaving it slowly on the ground. You looked back at John, who seemed to be analyzing the situation at hand. He had never let you hunt vampires before, you had a clue why.

“How you have grown”, said Luther, you frowned, he still had his hands raised, “if it’s all the same to you… we’ll be going now”, he turned walking back to his car, thinking this was over, oh how wrong this was.

Soon you were in front of him, he didn’t even get to gasp, as you were frying him up real good

“You bitch!”, screamed Kate, but is the last thing she said as Dean chopped her head off with one swift sing of his own machete. 

You burned up one more while John and Dean finished off the last two, and… that was it. 

“(y/n)”, you turned around to meet Dean, who was smiling at you. He wiped the blood of his face with a big grin

“Hey boys, long time no see”, you said with a wide smile, John wiped his mouth, sweat and blood with his sleeve, and then smiled 

“Took you long enough”, he said. You only sighed, the day John Winchester was thankful it’ll be the day the world ends

“Where have you been?”, asked Dean, you only looked down at the fried skeletons

“Time to chat will be later”, said John, all business like always, “after we clean this mess”, he said severely, and you discovered how easy it was… to come back, and fall back in line under John Winchester’s command

you digged a shallow grave in the woods and you burned the rest of the corpses, and then you buried them, to make sure nobody would find them

It was always comical how the only thing it remained was the metal in their bodies, and since vampires were always leaning towards gothic… they were a lot of piercings on the ground

“I don’t even wanna know where this went”, said Dean… grabbing onto a large one.

“That is where Luther was”, you laughed, only imagining where he had that piercing, Dean hissed and dropped it to the ground, disgusted

“Grow up”, growled John as he dragged the last one, “you are in for a big time darling”, he said severely 

Well, you left, and then Sam did, he wasn’t happy, at least you didn’t have such a responsibility towards him like his sons did, he understood you were looking for answers… but still…

24 hours earlier

Many, many things - and years- had occurred since John Winchester saved you from those Vampires, and protected you. 

What led to his discovery of your nature… had been his own, and since then, you were discovering yourself, what you were, and what that meant, because, you barely remembered your mother, you didn’t know where you came from, you didn’t know the extent of what being a phoenix entailed, and…

There is so many things you didn’t know

You tried looking for answers, when you were old enough… but the questions piled up and remained unanswered. Between hunts you read what you found, and with the help of JOhn’s numerous friends, but the information kept repeating, and also… it kept being wrong, some said you ate human flesh, which you didn’t, others, that you were a big red and gold bird, which you weren’t… Some said that you could die but would come back from the ashes, and again. There was no such thing.

So, when you thought the boys were going to be fine, and you were old enough to get a passport, you traveled, for two years, far and wide, and still, you couldn’t find another Phoenix, you couldn’t find anything but legends and things you already knew… no matter who you spoke to… 

And then, as you were traveling through Shanghai, you realized… you were looking for what you already had… You were looking for answers, about what you were, but secretly, you also wanted to find… a family, you were yearning for it, someone who understands you, someone to guide you… and you didn’t find it.

So maybe it was time for you to come home, because you did have one… they were only boys, men, actually, wore flannels and leather jackets and combat boots, and they were rough sons of bitches, you smiled as you grabbed an old book in mythology that was going to allow you to comprehend some marks in the great wall for later on your trip. As tourists were claiming they saw soldiers in its battlements and you wanted to check that out.

That is until… you got a text from Bobby.

Present

“I never understood why you never let me fight them”, you said to John, as you took a sip of a beer in the local bar.

“What brings you back?”, he asked, not answering

“Bobby texted me, said he hasn’t heard from you in a while that you were tracking vampires, i guess… I just only needed one sign and that is all it took”, Dean looked at his father, “so you are back for good?”

“If you’ll have me”, you teased with a smile, “is good to be back”

“Well, can’t say you are not appreciated”, he said lightly. He kept looking at you, concerned washing over his features.

It was weird, to see them and not see Sam right by their side, but you couldn’t blame him, you were actually happy, if not proud of him for following his dreams. 

“Those were so sweet moves out there”, said Dean, actually, the mood between the three of you had grown a bit tense

“Thanks, and, don’t think I have been slacking for the past two years, you know?”, you said with a renewed spirit, “you’d think that if you don’t look for it, you could live a normal life, ut no, since I was deep in research, I kept getting myself in all the supernatural, all over Europe and Asia”, you said, “and actually…”

“It’s late”, John cut you, “I’m gonna go”

“Dad”, Dean said

“I’ll wait for the two of you back in the room”, he said and left, you shared concerned looks with Dean

“Did I break the old man’s heart?”, you asked

“He was fine after you left, he understood it, but what really cracked him was Sam’s leavin’ you know?”, he said

“How have things been?”, you asked back. it was sad, you know, you had giving them a really expensive phone you had gotten for yourself, they could call you at any minute… but they never did, you even tried to reach out, to receive nothing, the only ones you kept in contact with were Bobby, Pastor Jim and Sammy

“Tense”, he said, sipping on his beer, Dean had never been a one to talk about his feelings very well, you also could understood that

“I’m sorry if I hurt you for leaving”

“Two years”, he said, looking back at you, you had missed those green eyes, you’d have to admit

“I know Dean, each time I wanted to end it, I just, found a little something that kept me from coming back, but I still don’t know more than when I left”, you said shortly 

“So it was all for nothing”, he said, angrier

“I wouldn’t say that, I met people from all over the world, I saved them too, I know things now, more things, you wouldn’t believe! and I… well… scratched my itch”

“Good for you then”, he said. And you knew then, it was not going to be as easy as you thought, could you ever? be back to what you were before you left?, “but… that guy Luther”

“Vampire”, you corrected

“He said to you “how you’ve grown” and you didn’t think about asking him what he knew?”, he asked, not convinced

“No”, you said simply. He called your name, concerned, “I know what you are thinking Dean”, you said, “I will not let Vampire tell me my history”

“There is clearly a connection”, he said

“I don’t care”, you said back

“You don’t care finding the monsters that wasted your mother?”, he said

“I see what vengeance can do to people”, you said severely, “and whatever they did, they managed to waste someone just like me, so no, I really don’t want to know what those bastards can do”

“But tonight you faced them right off”, he said. You looked at him like he was the dumbest person in the room

“That’s because you were in danger”, you said, like it was obvious, “and I proved my point…I had never encountered Vampires before”, you said simply, “they are kind of pathetic really”

“So?”

“So nothing Dean, drop it”, you said, and he nodded. You had to change the subject, quickly, “Can I… hang around with you guys?”, you asked 

“Of course, and dad will… get over it, he did say he’ll see both of us back in the room, just like old times”, you smiled widely. “Good thing winter is coming, you are my favorite heater in those cold nights”, you snorted a loud laugh

“It’s good to be back”

“Right back at ya’ love”, he said with a cheeky smile

As the beer started heating your body from the inside out, you thought bitterly of how… you had eternity to travel the world, but you had like forty years to be with this guys, and you were going to take advantage of it, to the maximum

You were supposed to get back to the hotel, and to John’s good graces, but you couldn’t help but… getting so wasted you and Dean ended up dancing over the table having singles thrown at you like you were working the joint.

The discussion of “if there would be a pole down there would have become millionaires” is what woke John up at three in the morning and he was furious. He gave you the entire speech, of how a victory couldn’t allow us to lower our guards and that he had already had a lead, that his friends were in danger, whatever.

He made you both sit on the back seat of the Impala, like when you were kids.

“Is this really necessary?”, you asked, bored

“You two smell like you brought the bar with you”, he said, “and yes”

“Hey, do you know… where’s my car?”, you asked

“You gave it to Sammy!”, Dean growled, clearly still upset

“Oh, so he took him with him?”, you could tell that Sam was a sore subject for the two of them, “dammit”

“Cuddly Sam, you only gave it to him because he was the only one who didn’t have one”, said Dean angrily

“Well, you had the Impala, and I was leaving, didn’t want to leave it alone!”

“It’s a car!”, growled Dean

“Oh yeah, sure, you’d leave Baby alone”, you mocked back, and he kept quiet, of course he wouldn’t

You didn't notice John smiling at the rearview mirror

Its like no time had passed at all 

“So… what are we hunting now?”, you asked excitedly, applauding excitedly 

“Ghost”

“No!”, you whined, “I hate ghosts”

“Only because you can’t smoke ‘em”, mocked Dean

“Of course!”, you said back, “they are annoying”. You laughed, “It took me a week to get rid of a ghost, because I don’t speak Greek. Do you know how long it took me to get rid of a shapeshifter? 12 hours!”, you kept rambling

“Where did you encounter the shapeshifter?”, asked Dean, you got quiet

“I knew it was too good to be true when Christian Bale approached in that joint, in my defense, it was close to Notting Hill”, you said after a sigh, Dean chuckled

“A classic”, he muttered

“Oh come on, I remember the shapeshifter you let your guard down for”, you bit back

“Right! well my testosterone was all over the place”, he defended, “and, while you were gone, we encountered a Kitsune”

“NO!”, you said, outraged, “you promised!”

“Well, what can I say? we did”, he mocked back

“Oh! I can’t believe I missed that!”, you said, angry

“Don’t you worry, you will be there for the next ones”, Dean passed an arm over your shoulders and pulled you towards him, “Can I gunshot now?”, he asked his dad, you pushed him away

“You bastard”, you hissed

“Hey!”

“Knock it off!”, growled John, quickly growing tired of it. But it was good to have you back. 

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[cyncerity]

Hi all! School is starting back up for me tomorrow, so i just wanted to get one more story out before my first day of senior year! i feel old!

anyway, more dads troubles au, now with more characters!! this takes place before the events of Finding Family btw, but i hope you like it!!

tw: dehumanization

It pained Schlatt to go to a pet store of all things to buy things for his son. His son wasn’t a pet, but it’s not like he could convince anyone else of that fact. However, as much as his son liked having a few things his size, like containers and blankets, he weirdly preferred to use human sized things. Schlatt just guessed that that was probably a product of his odd upraising, but he wouldn’t complain. He would rather buy tiny things for his son at Homegoods or Claire’s or Hobby Express or something. However, this time, he wasn’t here for his son.

A few days ago, Tubbo had managed to drag a phone through the doorway (doorway was a loose term, it was more a hole in the wall) of Tommy and Ranboo’s home and take a few pictures of what it looked like, and oh god. It had pained Schlatt and the other humans to see teenagers living in practically trash. The two slept on mats for fucks sake, no blankets or anything. And no matter how much they insisted they didn’t need help, Schlatt felt some form of responsibility to make sure they were well taken care of. Whether that’s because they were his son’s best friends or because they spent practically all of their time at his apartment at this point he didn’t know, but he unfortunately could only find borrower “essentials” at the pet store.

He had checked everywhere else for little things for the boys home (once again, the term home was used loosely), like little lanterns and decorative things, since the only light they had came from cracks in their walls and the only “decorations” they had were scraps that they took from Sapnap and Karl before they were discovered, but the two also needed beds. Schlatt knew from experience that the only normal beds for borrowers were found at pet stores, since none of the dollhouse beds he or Quackity ordered for Tubbo when they first adopted him were apparently comfortable and were mostly for show, which is how Tubbo ended up sleeping on a beanbag, and why he now refused to try sleeping on anything else. At least the beds the pet store sold could be slept on. And, if they weren’t good enough quality wise, he could always add more blankets or bedding, and at least they’d be the right size.

He walked down the aisle of borrower items and picked up the beds, ashamed that he wasn’t the only one in the aisle. A woman was there with a child that couldn’t be much older than 5, who was picking up random items in the aisle as the mom just watched with a satisfied smile. Schlatt scoffed to himself as he walked out of the aisle, knocking over a stack of food bowls only because the sight of such a dehumanizing thing for borrowers was pissing him off. “Oh, excuse me sir!” Schlatt heard as he was tapped on the shoulder, turning to face the mother of the little kid who was now placing what looked like a hampster running wheel in his shopping basket. “My kiddo here just graduated first grade, and we were just looking for a little gift! Would you happen to know where they keep the tinies at?”

Schlatt just stared. Oh no. This kid was actually around 5, and this woman was preparing to give him a person. Letting a toddler have full control over someone else’s life. He looked back behind her and saw the kid run in from another isle holding rabbit pellets and put them in the basket. Oh, no fucking way he was gonna let this happen. “Uh..well, I’ve heard bor- tinies can be a lot of work, have you thought about maybe a fish or something?” But the woman just laughed. “Oh the whole class got fish when they graduated, ours just didn’t make it long. Y’know how fish can be.” She laughed again as Schlatt felt his stomach drop. No, he didn’t, but from what he could tell, this kid was getting a replacement pet for the fish he killed from probably either starvation or negligence. The woman, fully unaware of Schlatt’s inner conflict, continued. “I’ve heard that tinies have better lifespans, and are great with socializing! My baby here can be a bit rough with the other kids on the playground, and I think a tiny would really help!”

“Well, I’m so sorry, I don’t think this store has tinies.” Schlatt said. He didn’t care what he was getting himself into, he refused to let some poor borrower be tortured by this toddler. He’d buy every borrower in this goddamn store if it kept this little shit from getting one. The woman went to speak up again before Schlatt turned away, muttering some lame excuse about trying a puppy or something before speedwalking off. Fuck. Where did they keep the borrowers here? He shoved the beds into his pocket, and he looked through almost every isle before finally reaching the back of the store where he found a giant sign reading “tinies” and another big sign that read “Sale: All Tinies 75% Off!!” Schlatt sighed in relief when he realized the cages were empty, ignoring the implications of that and just hoping that the store just hadn’t found many (or hopefully any) recently. At least, all but one of the cages were. He almost turned to leave before a flash of moving green caught his eye. In the top corner cage, covered by what looked like bedding for a guinea pig or something, one last borrower was hiding, looking starved and tired. He looked older than any borrower Schlatt had ever met, and the flash of green he’d seen came from the almost robe looking thing the borrower was wearing, but what surprised him was his blonde hair and striking blue eyes, giving him an odd feeling of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place. Schlatt looked around and didn’t find any employees to ask about a purchase but, to his horror, the woman and her child where moving closer. In a panic he looked around and noticed the borrowers cage didn’t have a lock. The store probably assumed it wouldn’t attempt an escape from it’s height. And wouldn’t luck have it, there was a ladder nearby.

He quickly dragged the ladder closer, wincing at the screeching it made across the floor. Thankfully, only the borrower seemed to notice. The blonde stood up from where it had been hiding, backing up against the cage until he seemed to notice Schlatt’s lack of store uniform. As Schlatt climbed the ladder, he saw the borrower take a few weary steps forward towards the front of the cage. As Schlatt made it to the top, he lifted the top off the cage and the borrower immediately dropped to the ground, curled in on himself on his knees with his hands over his head. Schlatt just laid his hand flat next to him. “Look, buddy, I’m not gonna grab you, I’m not that kinda guy. But if you don’t get on you’re gonna get bought by a manic toddler and, let me tell you, I saw what they were gonna buy for you, and it’s fucking disgusting. I can help you if you let me get you the fuck outta here.” The borrower looked up, a look of shock on his face, before it quickly changed to a grim determination as he climbed onto Schlatt’s hand. He carefully lifted the borrower up from the tank and held him to his chest as he practically jumped off the ladder. He quickly made his way out of the store, at this point just throwing caution to the wind and shoplifting the beds, too. Why the fuck should he give money to this place, anyway?

He finally made it to his car, placing the borrower into the cup holder that Tubbp had already decked out into another seat of the car. Unsure of what to do now, the two sat in silence for a minute, before the borrower finally spoke up, after analyzing the car. “So, um…do you..have..another borrower? You seem to have a lot of stuff in the car for people like me.” Schlatt just laughed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, man. I’m part of the minority that see borrowers as people, my son’s one of you. I don’t normally go to stores like that, but it’s not like big retailers sell things for kids like mine. I’m sorry we had to meet like that, I’m Schlatt. You?” And immediately, it seemed like all tension drained out of the car, as the borrower started to laugh and Schlatt saw his shoulders visibly drop. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I was called a borrower, I’m so fucking tired of the word ‘tiny.’” He sighed. “I’m Philza, but you can call me Phil. I get it, mate, my family’s not too normal either.”

That last bit caught Schlatt’s attention. “What do you mean?“ “My sons and my wife. I have two biological, well, now one biological, and one adopted, and I hope to god they aren’t too worried about me. My wife has been taking good care of them, I’m sure, but I worry. It’s been a while since I got taken. But my wife and my adopted son are both human.” Schlatt nodded and tried to keep from prying, but his curiosity got the better of him. “What happened to your son? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” Schlatt said, still caught up on the fact that this poor man had lost one of his kids. He was sure if he ever lost Tubbo he’d barely be able to function. But this guy had a family to get back to, he supposed. He probably had to be strong for them. “Not at all, mate, it’s been a while. I can tell you’re a good guy.” Phil responded, smiling, though his eyes held a deep sorrow that couldn’t fade with age, proving to Schlatt that he was right about the man only really pretending to be ok. “My boy was young when the older of the two did something really stupid at my old colony. I stood up for him, and it got the both of us kicked out, and they kept me from my son. Something about how the colony wasn’t doing great and the more laborers they had, the better. Makes me sick. But lord knows he wouldn’t have listened. He was stubborn, would’ve gotten on great with my wife, plus he had my genes. Wouldn’t have made a good worker anyway.”

Schlatt felt uneasy as he took notice of the borrowers traits again, though in more than he had in the store. Slightly pointed ears, thin tail, slitted eyes and clawed fingers. From what Tubbo had told him about borrower genes or job types or whatever, that meant that this guy was built to be a hunter, with the exception of his ears.

“So..uh…where do you live, then?” Schlatt asked, trying to change the topic to distract himself and Phil especially from the uncomfortable topic. “Down at an apartment complex a few minutes away…” he responded as Schlatt finally began to leave the pet store parking lot. He listened to Phil’s admittedly not great directions (basically Phil describing what he’d seen out the window of a car when his wife had drove him there to move in) for a few minutes before eventually making it back to his own home. “Oh, you live at my apartment! That’s great, man, what are the odds!” Schlatt said, getting out of the car and grabbing the beds he had ‘bought’ earlier before placing a hand out for Phil. Phil barely hesitated before climbing on, making Schlatt smile. “Small world, i guess,” Phil said as they began to walk into the building. “I live on the first floor, so you can drop me off at a nearby vent and i’ll know how to get home.” Schlatt nodded as he slipped Phil into the jacket pocket not containing the small beds and walked in. He nonchalantly made his way to a vent on the ground before kneeling to the ground next to it gently taking Phil out again, doing his best to shield the borrower from view with his body. “This good?” he whispered, still treating his best to keep people from looking his way. “Perfect.” Phil said with a more genuine smile than Schlatt had seen out of him in the admittedly short time he’d known him.

“Great! By the way, im in room 518, if you ever need anything. I know it may be a hassle to get there, but i mean it, man. You ever need supplies or just someone to talk to or anything, i’m open. In fact, here,” Schlatt said, ripping a tag off of one of the borrower beds as he began writing on it, “here’s my number.” Phil took it and smiled, looking up at the human. “Thanks, mate. I may just have to take you up on that, it’d be nice to have someone else who knows how i feel sometimes. Family’s like ours aren’t common, and we haven’t been here long enough to know many people around the apartment yet. And, again, thank you so much, it’s because of you i can see my kids again, i don’t know how to repay you-“

“Don’t worry about it, Phil, just happy i could help.” he said, standing back up. “Take care, alright?” “Will do.” Phil replied, taking the grate off the vent and slipping behind it with a wave. “See you later, Schlatt!!” Schlatt waved back and went to the nearest elevator to his apartment. He had some kids he had to surprise with actual beds.

[alarrylarrie]

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

home from work

[winnie-the-monster]

That mini breakdown I get everytime I think about how Landon spent all of s4 trying to leave limbo. How with each passing episode we can see it in his face how much he hates being there. Watching him get drunk to deal with the situation he’s in. Have him say “Well it’s about to get better……for you guys at least.” Only to see, literally in the episode Landon being all “Limbo is my home and I belong there.”

[teruthecreator]

trying so hard to be normal but i really don’t think i could survive going to the psych ward and i’m rlly like. bothered my siblings are pushing it so hard

[beachbabey]

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