#it was A TIC it wasn’t me/my thoughts/feelings

[achilleslyre]

having tourettes is a bummer bc even tho yes i was good at driving (when i ignored that i shouldn’t be driving) i put ppl at risk by being on the road bc there’s nothing i can do if i start ticking, specially if i have a tic attack or smth. it’s like yea i have tourettes and then ppl just view it as some silly thing that makes me do and say random thing but like. it limits a lot of things i can physically do. i’m in pain all the time bc of it. i’m stared at, yelled at, and treated weird/different by strangers because of it. ppl wont serve me bc of it. it makes ppl uncomfortable to be around me. it makes me ruin my own stuff. say shitty ass things. i’m so exhausted from my tics all the time. but sooo seriously i am in pain so often bc of it. tourettes is treated as such a joke too by ppl it’s frustrating. the amount of times i’ve had ppl tell me they “wished they had tourettes” so that they could tell ppl to fuck off/punch ppl/smth of the like and then just say it was a tic is. a crazy amount. like NO you don’t. why would you even say you WANT a disability!? making up fake tics to insult and harm ppl is the LAST thing on my mind. in fact i so intensely don’t want to fake it (lest it become a real tic) nor actually have that as a tic! it sucks! so many people stop being my friend bc of my tourettes! the amount of ppl that believe my verbal tics are my true inner thoughts is insane! it’s exhausting!

[sister-lucifer]

Take Your Breath Away 

Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Summary: Toby is a nasty son of a bitch and pulls a terrifying trick on you 

Content/Warnings: Nonconsensual breath play (the sex is consensual, the suffocation is not), bondage, Toby is a mean and nasty motherfucker, Reader almost passes out, homicidal undertones, a wee bit of degradation, listen it’s one of MY toby fics i feel like that’s a warning in and of itself, no genitalia specified for Reader, Reader and Toby are already in a relationship 

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A/N: Just to avoid confusion, in my headcanon Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s; i’m writing his stutter, not his tics! thankies!

It was no secret to you that Toby had some…odd “interests”. It wasn’t a secret to anyone, really. You could probably guess it just by looking at him. However, for the most part he’d been rather proficient at practicing restraint. Of course, that’s not to say he didn’t stare when you weren’t looking, and he certainly let his twitchy hands linger over your neck for a bit too long when he pulled you in. Maybe you should have kept a closer eye on him, but after getting so used to his unusual demeanor it was easy to simply brush it off. You noticed him staring throughout the day, sure, and you were definitely a bit put off when he refused to let you pull away from a kiss that had gone on for much too long, giggling to himself as you fought to catch your breath. 

You really should’ve at least wondered what was up when he silently walked up behind you while you were at the counter, wrapping a strong hand around your neck without warning. You could feel him grinning against your neck as he greeted you with a hushed laugh that made you shiver. He let go when you managed choke out his name, pulling you into him by the waist as if nothing had happened. You were naturally perplexed when he walked away, but he didn’t seem to think anything of it. Why should you?

He was playful, that was all, you thought. He was mischievous and liked to push his limits to see how you’d react; it was how he learned, seeing as he was never quite in tune with social cues. It was all in good fun, you figured, even if it had been a bit startling. 

Despite what you told yourself, there was no denying the malicious glint in his eyes when he posed you a jarring question: 

“Would you l-let me tie you up?” 

You stood quickly from where you were crouched, busy rummaging through a cabinet until Toby had violently grabbed your attention. It was out of the blue, completely unprompted, enough to have you staring at him slack-jawed in stunned silence. When you couldn’t conjure a response fast enough, he repeated his question.

“Would you let me t-tie you up?” 

“W…What?” 

You tilted your head in confusion, trying to wrap your mind around what could have possibly brought him to this thought. 

“Just say yes or no: If I wanted t-to tie you up, would you let me?” 

You struggled for a few moments more, your face beginning to feel unbearably hot. 

“I mean…I— I guess? Sure?” You replied, your eyes nervously scanning Toby’s face in an attempt to ascertain anything about what he could possibly be thinking. 

“Good, thanks.” He replied curtly before turning on his heel and leaving the room. 

He left you standing alone, completely dumbfounded. When he didn’t return and you couldn’t form the foggiest idea of what had just happened, you sighed in defeat and returned to your task. You couldn’t really complain; you knew what you were signing up for with Toby. 

Well…you sort of knew. 

He was certainly a wild card. You’d think you’d have learned to expect the unexpected by now. 

It took only a couple days for Toby to bring the topic up again, this time practically cornering you in your bedroom. You always felt small around Toby with his six foot four towering frame, but you felt particularly vulnerable when he has that hungry look in his eyes he always got when he really, really wanted something. 

“I’ve g-got a surprise for yooouuu!” He announced, one hand behind his back to conceal whatever it was he was so excited about. “Lay down on your stomach. Quickly.” 

You almost hesitated, but you were so morbidly curious you simply had to know what he was hiding. You didn’t take your eyes off of him, though. 

You laid down on the bed and rested your head on your arms, watching as Toby climbed on top of you to straddle your waist. You winced when he roughly pulled your arms behind you, quickly binding them together with the rope he’d been hiding behind his back. He gave one last tug to the bindings to test them, then sat back to admire his work.

“Looks g-good on you…” He muttered, and you’d be ashamed to admit it made you a bit flustered. 

He turned you over, and you were immediately greeted with the sight of his crooked smile spread wide across his face. You tried to return it, but something about it was deeply unsettling. You shuddered under the unblinking, unrelenting gaze of his dark hazel eyes. 

Really, what did you have to be so nervous about? You really couldn’t shake the feeling that he was planning something, but that was irrational. You trusted Toby, didn’t you? 

You did, of course. It was silly to even consider otherwise. 

You happily kissed him back when he leaned down over you. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, and for a split second you caught that dark swirl of something sinister in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. 

It was as if locking eyes with him put you in a trance, and it felt like only a few seconds had passed between that quiet kiss and the scene of debauchery that was unfolding now. 

Toby has you in his lap, his heaving chest against your back. His jittery hands have an iron grip on your hips, effortlessly bouncing you on his cock as if you weighed nothing. His heavy breath fans over your glistening skin and makes you shiver with delight. 

“S-Sooo tight—“ He whispers to you with a shuddering voice. He certainly isn’t worrying about hiding his voice, more than content to pant and moan in your ear without any ounce of shame. Your hands strain against your bindings as you struggle to keep it together. It felt like every time he thrusted up into up into you he hit even deeper than before, leaving no spot untouched. 

“You okay there, p-pretty thing?” Toby asks over your shoulder. You manage a nod and a weak hum in response, but any attempt at words would melt into a pitiful noise of desperation. 

Toby absolutely adores seeing you like this. It gives him such a wonderful rush of confidence to hold such power over you, the power to reduce you to a trembling mess with his bare hands. The best part, though, was how willingly you allowed him to abuse that power. 

You were the perfect plaything, hardly every questioning anything he did, at least not out loud. You were completely pliant in your own destruction, even if you hadn’t been made aware of it just yet. 

He adjusts you in his hold, allowing him to slowly trail one hand up your body. His fingers drum against your sides in a fidgety manner as they ghost over your skin. You don’t notice what he’s doing until you feel him stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Deep breaths, sweet thing, d-deep breaths…” 

The words should be reassuring, relaxing even, but something threatening has creeped into his voice and is practically spilling through his toothy grin. You lock eyes with him for a brief second, holding back a gasp when you see the unmistakable darkness swirling in his eyes. 

Suddenly a freakishly strong hand clamps over your nose and mouth, holding tight and immediately making your heart drop. Your air supply has been effectively cut off in an instant. Your first instinct is to fight Toby’s unfaltering hold, but you quickly find it to be pointless. 

“Don’t fight it, d-don’t fight…” Toby mumbles against your neck. “You’ll only t-tire yourself out…” 

He hasn’t even stopped thrusting into you, seemingly taking enjoyment in watching you squirm in distress when you both know there’s nothing you can do. Each thrust knocks a bit more air out of you, and you can already feel yourself becoming dizzy. 

As you slowly lose the strength to fight, Toby only becomes more and more enthusiastic. 

“Ahah…y-you’re so cute like this. I wonder if I-I can make you cum before you pass out…you think you can manage that?” 

You hardly process his words, but whether or not you heard him doesn’t matter; you can’t so much as nod or shake your head in reply. Toby doesn’t need a response, though. He’s more than content to listen to himself talk. 

“Y-You know I could never kill you, right?” Toby asks, but the question is not reassuring in the slightest. “No, no…I-I could never…but maybe I w-want to see what you look like when everything g-goes dark. Does that s-scare you?” 

You use the last of your breath to let out a desperate whimper, but Toby merely smiles in response. Your heartbeat is unbearably loud in your ears, so much so that it’s starting to block out his voice. 

“I b-bet it does,” He continues, unbothered. “You know what I-I am and yet…you willingly let m-me use you like this. Do you h-have any idea what I could do to y-you? Do you even care?” 

He’s mocking you, and it stings just a bit. He’s got a point, though. I mean, what person in their right mind would be so eager to please an openly homicidal maniac? Maybe you weren’t much saner than him, all things considered…

Maybe you should have expected this. 

You really start to panic when black spots start forming in your vision, dark ashen circles burning into your sight. Toby hasn’t missed a beat even once, watching you intently with crazed eyes that see every little twitch or slight move. Your vision is overtaken by the darkness all too fast and yet agonizingly slow, drawn out to a cruel degree. You can feel the last shreds of strength leaving your body, and for a moment there’s a flicker of acceptance that there really is nothing you can do, though it’s quickly washed away by your distress. There’s a split second where you’re nearly blind, only able to see the smallest shards of light, and if Toby hadn’t decided to pull his hand away right then and there you surely would have passed out. 

When you finally feel him let you go you inhale on instinct, nearly sobbing with relief when your lungs finally fill with air again. You cough and heave as you fight for your breath with all you can. For a few moments you don’t notice that Toby has stopped moving his hips completely, now more invested in observing you. Your eyes watered as you struggled to calm your sporadic breathing. 

“T…Toby—“ You call weakly, barely managing to speak. In response his hips twitch, reminding you that his length is still throughly nestled inside of you. You grit your teeth to hold back a broken moan. 

“Heheh, did you k-know you get this…this f-funny look in your eye when you’re scared?” He asks, but you know he’s not really interested in an answer. You couldn’t give one anyways. 

He adjusts your position in his lap once more, making you tense up as you feel him shift inside of you. He begins to drag a hand up your chest just as you’ve managed to calm your breathing, and it quickly finds itself dangerously close to your neck. 

“T-Toby, wait—“ You begin to plead, but he quickly cuts you off. 

“Shhhh, shhhh…Don’t f-fight me, pretty thing. Just let me play w-with you a bit longer…” 

[pandorxxx]

In Tune…

Neteyam (20) x avatar fem reader (19)

(Shout out to @st-cass for the title🫶🏽)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, light cursing, p in v, pinning, oral (69), praise kink, spitting, creampie.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

It had been about 6 months since you first came to pandora. You were getting along well with the scientists, and even getting close to some Navi. One of them including Neteyam. You two were almost inseparable, always hanging around eachother in your free time. If he wasn’t showing you the forest, and teaching you about his culture, you were teaching him about your home. He grew very fond of learning more about earth, and where you came from.

The one thing he enjoyed the most, was the music. Of course there was music played at special ceremonies, and celebrations in the Navi culture, but not nearly as broad as earth’s catalog.

Today, you two were in your room that was situated in the lab, listening to your playlist on the Bluetooth speakers you attached to the wall. You laid across your bed, nodding your head to the music, and Neteyam sat in your desk chair, wheeling back and forth.

“I like this one, what is it called?” He asked, sitting back in the chair. “Lost by frank ocean. I didn’t think you would like this one that much.” You chuckled, turning your head to him.

“I like the umm…” he snapped his fingers with closed eyes, trying to remember the words you taught him to describe music.

“me-lo-dy? I like the MELODY!” He spat, shaking his head as he chuckled to himself. You laughed out loud as your tail tapped the bed from amusement.

“Haha! Good job!” you shouted, sitting up on your bed. “To get the best vibes, i do this.” You spoke before grabbing your led light remote, Turning them on. Neteyams eyes lit up, looking around at the room.

“Aes- Aesthe-tics, right?” He asked, amazed at the change in scenery. You nodded your head, flickering between the lights. You finally set your mind on red.

“Yup!” you chuckled. The aura was immediately ripped away as you heard the beginning beat of the nastiest song you had in your play list.

“I gotta lot of cash.

I don’t mind spendin it.

Yeah…”

“Oh shit.”

Horror swept across your face, as you scrambled to get over to the phone on the desk behind Neteyam. He stopped you, placing his hand on your stomach.

“Wait, I like this one. The beat is nice, no?” He asked, looking up at you with the most innocent smile. Wiz Khalifa’s part was almost over, and you were completely mortified at the mere thought of The Weeknd’s part starting.

“I haaate this song, I forgot to delete it.” You laughed nervously, reaching over him to grab your phone. He stood to his full height, grabbing the phone before holding it over his head. You were practically climbing on him, trying to save yourself the embarrassment.

“What’s wrong with you?” He chuckled.

“Why are you being so wei-“ he was cut off by The Weeknd, singing his infamous part of this song.

“Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?

You can ride my face until you’re dripping cum.”

His ears perked up, and his eyes widened. You let him go, stepping back before face palming. You were horrified, and his reaction made it worse. It was clear that he got every word. His attention shifted to the phone, then back at you.

“Before you say anything. I tried to cut it off.” You spoke softly, holding your hands up in surrender. He looked at you with so much confusion, tracing your small stature with his eyes.

“Is this something you want?” He asked, tilting his head. Your stomach dropped, the embarrassment washing over you.

“I-umm, what are you talking about?” You smiled nervously, shaking your head “no” as a way to let him know that this was just a big misunderstanding.

“You said that you listened to music that expressed your true feelings, right?” He asked, placing your phone on the desk behind him, still keeping eye contact with you. You gulped loudly, scanning the room nervously.

“Well, yeah to a certain ext-” he cut you off, taking his belt off, laying it across the desk next to your phone.

“And what extent is this?” He challenged with a slight smirk, crossing his arms as he undressed you with his eyes. You were completely, and utterly speechless. You couldn’t form one completely thought. Beads of sweat started forming on your forehead, and your hands became clammy. Your heart was beating so hard that you were almost sure he could see it from where he was standing.

“Can you lick the tip and throat that dick or nah?

Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?”

It was a lot of awkward silence as the song rang through your room, and the red led’s just put the icing on the cake.

“Well, can I?” He asked, taking off his neck piece. “c-can you what?” You asked, wiping your sweaty forehead.

“Can I stretch you out?” He licked his bottom lip, staring directly at your loincloth before trailing his gaze back up to yours. You let out a nervous chuckle, backing away from him.

“I-it’s just a song Neteyam.” You said in a shaky voice, scanning his lustful demeanor. He started walking closer to you, as you took the same amount of steps back, running into the wall.

He aggressively slapped his hand on the wall behind your head, making you gasp. He bent down to your ear, pulling you into him by your waist.

“Is you really bout your money or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with the shits or nah?”

“You think you can take me?” He whispered in his melodic tone, attacking your neck with wet kisses. You let out a soft moan, holding his huge arm in yours. He picked you up by your thighs, throwing you on the bed.

He stood in between your legs, untying his loincloth as you traced your hand down his flexed abs. His hard cock sprung out, hitting the palm of your hand.

“Can you take this?” He asked throwing his loincloth into the corner of the room. “Maybe.” you spat, looking into his dark eyes.

“Wrong answer.” He growled laying on the bed next to you before pulling you onto him backwards. “Neteyam, what are you doing?” You panted, feeling your loincloth being teared in two.

“I’m listening to the song.” He muttered before French kissing your cunt, flicking your clit with his warm tongue.

“Shittt!” You squealed, gripping his thighs to keep you up right. You looked down to be met with his hard cock, desperate for attention. You were practically foaming at the mouth, so ready to taste him as the song filled your head with filthy thoughts.

You palmed his cock, hungrily attaching your mouth to his length. He groaned into your cunt, sending vibrations through your entire body.

Your eyes rolled back briefly, as you engulfed his entire cock. You gagged loudly, bobbing your head up and down on him slowly. In turn, Neteyam spread your cheeks wider, sucking on your clit gently.

“You like that, baby?” he whispered into your cunt, smacking your ass. “Mhmmm!” you hummed on him, using your hand to stroke his length as you twirled your tongue around his tip.

“Mmm, s-so good at this!” He moaned, flicking his tongue at a fast pace. You lifted your head alittle, moaning out loud. He continued, pushing you down further onto his face.

“Cum for me, just like the song says!” He growled, completely devouring you. You detached from him briefly, spit falling from your chin as your mouth flew opened.

“Ohhh neteyammm!” You whined loudly, bouncing on his tongue. He held his tongue out, letting you go to work. The knot in your stomach was tightening, warning you that your orgasm was approaching quickly.

You spit on his cock, jerking him off as you moaned loudly at the friction of his tongue slapping against your sensitive clit.

“I-im gonna cum!” You whimpered, speeding up your pace on both his cock, and his tongue.

“Mhmm, I wanna taste you.” He muttered, grabbing your ass, flicking his tongue at the speed of light. Your legs started shaking uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back.

“Baby, I’m fucking cumming!” You screamed, throwing your head back in pure bliss. Your juices flowed direction down his throat, as he guzzled them. You rocked back and forth on his face gently, riding out your high.

You got off of him lazily, legs still shaking from your orgasm. “Oh don’t get tired on me, I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned, picking you up off of the bed. He walked you over to your desk, swiping everything off of it aggressively before placing you on it.

“You want me to fuck you right here? Isn’t that what he said?” He whispered in your ear, feeling you up with his large hands. You grabbed his face, kissing his lips greedily. “Mhmm!” You hummed against his soft lips. He parted your legs slightly, pressing his hard cock against your entrance before sliding in slowly.

Your back arched immediately, pressing your breasts against his chest. “So fucking big!” You muttered with a clenched jaw, looking into his eyes. “Mhmm I know.” He whispered, locking eyes with you. He lifted your leg alittle, giving him more access to thrust into you slowly.

He leaned in to kiss you, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth. You sucked on it before twirling your tongue around his. You bit his lip, bending it back before letting it go. He deemed this the perfect time to speed up the pace, massaging your sweet-spot with every thrust.

“YES! *thrust* YES! *thrust* YES! *thrust*” you whined, voice going up an octave with every thrust.

“Feels good, yes?” He moaned with his mouth parted slightly, watching your face ball up in pleasure. “Ohhhh, you’re fucking me so-sooo good!” You cried throwing your head back. He grabbed your exposed neck, using it as leverage to thrust into you hard and deep.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded, and you obliged, sticking your tongue out. He let his spit slowly fall into your mouth as he rutted into you. You swallowed hungrily, licking your lips before locking eyes with him. The song filled your ears, along with skin clapping and loud moaning.

“Keep saying you a freak,

you gon’ prove it or nah?

His bitch keep lookin at me

she choosin or nah?”

“I’m stretching this tight little pussy just right, aren’t I?” He asked in his melodic tone before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. You nodded, taking in his appearance; the way his braids fell on either sides of his face, the sweat dripping off of his face down into your lap, the way his muscle definition sharpened under the red lights. He was sending you over the edge.

“N-Neteyam I-I’m-” you stuttered, Neteyam cutting you off by rolling his hips into yours, massaging your sweet spot with his swollen tip.

All you could do was scream, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that your orgasm was coming, and he wasn’t far behind.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You screamed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He held your legs up slightly, by the bend of your knee’s. He sped up, and you could feel every vein on his cock, massaging your sweet walls. And with that, you squirted hard, convulsing and moaning loudly.

“Yeah, just like that baby. I’m right behind you.” He chuckled, watching you fall apart before pulling you back, kissing your lips.

Don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

Take it for a real one, you gon’ get it all.

He pulled away from the kiss, taking you off of the table before turning you around, bending you back over the table. He slammed into you, holding you down by the back of your neck.

“Ohhh my God, Neteyammmm!” you whined gripping the sides of the table as he thrusted into you fast, searching for his orgasm.

“I’m almost done baby, you’re taking me like a good girl!” He grunted, bending down to leave wet kisses on your spine. You could feel him brushing against your tender sweetspot, sending you into a frenzy.

You started throwing it back on him, trying to chase your orgasm for the third time tonight. “Mhmmm, taking this dick so well.” He growled slapping your ass. You bit your lip, looking back at him.

“I-I’m cummingggg!” You whined, locking eyes with him. Your mouth flew opened as you started shaking again, screaming his name as you squirted all over him.

“Keep looking at me just like that. I’m gonna cum so deep inside of you!” He moaned, bending down to engage in a passionate kiss. Before he knew it, he was moaning into the kiss, painting your sweet walls with his seed. He thrusted into you slowly, riding out his high.

“Gon’ and make that ass clap”

“Gon’ and make that ass clap”

He slapped your ass again, pulling out slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. “Mmm we should do this more often.” He chuckled, rubbing your back. You nodded, still laying on the table.

The song finally turned off, immediately going to the next one:

“ Freak me baby (x4)

Baby let’s get naked,

just so we can make sweet love.”

Your ears perked up, and your eyes widened. “Damn, another one?” He asked. “I could do this all fucking night!” He growled, slapping your ass again before positioning himself behind you, sliding into you slowly.

What did you get yourself into…

This made me feel some thannngsss. Y’all know I had to add sweet love in there somewhere LMFAOOO. Ugh I hate to admit it, but y’all were right about the song choice or whatevaaa😒. As always, love y’all to death, and I’ll talk to y’all later.

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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[trashmouth-richie]

masterlist

eddie x fem reader

chapter summary: how sweet it is, to be loved.

series summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

special thanks: to anyone and everyone who read a single chapter or kept up with this series to the end, thank you so much- this story wouldn’t be possible without your support.

author’s note: I can’t believe this is the final chapter for this series, I’m feeling so many emotions right now but mostly just love for Eddie and Tooty and everything in between. Thank you to anyone who has helped me beta ( @sweetsweetjellybean especially!)this story or fan girled with me over upcoming chapters. To any of the very talented artists who have made any art for this series, thank you so very much, each and every piece holds such a special place in my heart. To anyone who is mentioned in this story, thank you so so much, @loveshotzz @chechelia @carolmunson @mopeymopeymouse and everyone else— thank you for allowing me to include you in this series. To everyone who has liked, rb’d left a comment or interacted in any way with this series— THANK YOU. This series has brought such joy & heartache to me, and I’m so lucky to have people enjoy it. 🖤

Cereal

Hotdogs

Bananas

Jelly —grape, not strawberry

Bread

Crackers 

Toothpaste 

Noodles 

Chicken thighs— babe are you making fun of me?

Heartburn medicine

You tap the chewed cap of your pen along the lined paper of a scribble heavy grocery list. Desperately wishing you had x-ray vision to see inside your cabinets and remember what you were in need of, you chew the cap again.

Giggling to yourself every so often at Eddie’s notes on the grocery list. Crossing off items he thought weren’t needed, mostly vegetables he didn’t like. And always making sure you got his favorites. And not, “that healthy bullshit cereal, give me sugar or kill me babe, I will not eat Raisin Bran” 

Peanut butter 

Sunny D

Thyme 

Heavy cream

Basil

Carrots

Onions

Chicken stock

Hey sweetheart can you please get me some candy? I like skittles but you know I love m&ms.. and twizzlers, it’s for the shop. :) 

The lady behind the desk chirps a name again, but you are still racking your brain on what else was needed. The soup you had planned on making tonight would be perfect for the chilly weather rolling in. November was coming in like a lion, ferociously cold and temperatures already dipping below zero. 

Eddie loved your potato soup, so much that he begged you to make it after another long, grisly week at the shop. 

He loved everything you made, even your chili that he doctored up by adding sour cream and Doritos to it. Bon Appetit he would say with a smirk on his lips, a heaping bowl steaming in front of him. 

The clerk behind the desk tutted and huffed, the schedule was getting behind.  

“Tooty Munson! Is there a Tooty Munson here?”

You glance up quickly at the sound of your name, “shit,” you breathe, “here, yes,” you scramble shoving the list and pen into your purse, buried amongst the gum wrappers and a spilled container of tic-tacs. 

The receptionist clicks her papers against the formica counter and holds her nose in the air, as if this job and you were beneath her. 

“He’s ready for you now.”

—-

“…alright, Ed, did ya look o’er those applications yet? ‘Tween you D and Mike I don’t think we are going to be able to keep up everything that we got on the schedule.” 

Wayne’s eyebrows are raised as he looks over the bifocals perched on his nose. He had been scouring over the schedules and the books for the better half of the afternoon since lunch hour—trying to figure out how to swing their overloaded schedule. 

It wasn’t that they couldn’t do the work, they were simply short handed. After Boom closed his doors  in Hawkins, he had recommended to his regulars that they travel to Bridgeport to Master Mechanics to see Eddie and Wayne. Business was booming, and the Munson’s could barely keep up.

Early on, Wayne and Eddie decided they would only be open until noon on Saturday’s but now with the packed schedule, they worked til almost dark every night of the week, including some Sundays.

Wayne rubs his short nails through his scratchy mostly white scruff, “we can’t have these boys workin’ like this, they’ll quit on us before you can slap a tick.”

Eddie was leaning against the doorway, a bottle of Coca Cola held limp in his hand, a greasy rag stuffed in his back pocket. 

“Yeah,” he yawns, stretching out his back, “let’s hire ‘em all, we need the extra hands, or I’m gonna need an extra back.”

Wayne grunts in confirmation. The highlighter squeaks as it’s drug across the phone numbers on the applications, “I’ll call ‘em first thing in the morning,” he straightens up his desk and shoves the papers into a drawer. 

His glasses clink as he folds them up and lays them next to a picture of the newlywed Munson’s. He leans back in his chair, the leather crinkling beneath his worn coveralls, “I’m callin’ it for the day,” he exhaled, staring up at the ceiling, “it’s been one helluva week and I’m shot, tell the boys to go home to their wives.” 

“and you too,” he points, “go take care of your wife, Ed, tell her I hope she starts to feelin’ better.” 

Eddie’s curls bounce as he nods his head, completely drained from the week, shit maybe he was getting sick too? “she went to the doctor today, probably just the flu, Max told her it was going around.” 

“Well then,” Wayne says, standing up and clicking off the table lamp, “take tomorrow off and rest–

both of ya, hear me?” 

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” 

—

Eddie’s tires crunch on the ice and hard packed snow of the driveway, a silent serenity, meaning he is only moments away from holding you in his arms, seconds away from kissing your lips, and if he was lucky, minutes from eating something delicious to fill his grumbling stomach. 

He throws the truck into neutral, killing the engine and tossing the keys around his finger. Tracks from your Jeep tires lead into the garage he had built last spring. A huge project that your friends were paid in beer and a bonfire when it was all finished. 

Thrusting his sore hands into his canvas coat, he ducked his chin into the zipper and braved the asthma inducing gust of wind to the front door as it whipped through his curls. 

The house was oddly quiet, only the hum of the refrigerator making any sort of sound. Usually when he came home you’d be playing the radio, or talking on the phone to Max or Nancy, greeting him with a pop of your head around the wall in the kitchen or from the hallway, the prettiest smile put on your lips. 

“Princess?” he called out in endearment as he untied his boots and put them on the shoe rack. His coatwas already hanging on its hook, usually next to your purse but your purse was thrown onto the arm chair, and your shoes were in the hallway like you had walked right out of them. 

He undid the buttons of his work blues, letting them hang at his waist like a mechanic cape. Socked feet trudge down the carpeted hallway, you must not be feeling any better, probably too exhausted to make it out of bed.

But Eddie was wrong.

You were perched on top of the comforter, coat still on but unzipped staring at the door waiting for his arrival, fuzzy socks on your wiggling toes. 

“Hey, handsome,” you said, trying to keep your pitch even. 

“There’s my girl,” his velvet voice wrapping around you like a hug as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for your left hand and kissing the finger that adorned the prettiest ring he’d ever bought, “how’s my beautiful wife?” 

It had been five months since you said I do. A June wedding in your own backyard, filled with friends who had served as family for years, gathered by your sides. 

“I forgot the potatoes,” you say blankly, a weird little smile on your face. 

Eddie sits down next to you, rubbing your thigh back and forth and letting out an exhausted yawn, “That’s alright, I can make us some grilled cheese if you’re up for—”

“I was looking at my grocery list, and couldn’t remember what I’d forgot.”

Eddie’s confused, but wants to reassure you that its no big deal, he’s a grown man he can certainly make supper for himself and his wife. “Sweetheart it’s okay, don’t beat yours—“

“Can’t make potato soup without potatoes.” And this time you laugh, kind of whimsically and in disbelief. 

His brows turn inward, still he just keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, “It’s okay Tooty, seriously. Let me go make you some—”

And for the third time tonight, you interrupted him, “doctor said that’s normal.”

He’s exhausted and is honestly more confused than he would like to admit, “what? The flu?” 

“No, no. “ you say, a twisted little smirk on your face, “forgetting things, throwing up in the morning, being exhausted… totally normal.” 

“Babe?” He moves to touch the back of his hand to your head, wincing when he realizes that he’s probably freezing.

“I was so scared the last time,” you whisper, teary eyed, “terrified.. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but now—.”

Eddie reaches for your cheeks, holding them softly, his eyes searching yours, desperate to figure out what the hell is going on, “what am I missing here? It’s normal to have… the flu?” 

“No, it’s not the flu,” you finally admit, looking up at him and rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs, 

“Eddie, I’m pregnant.”

— 

You could fill an empty pool up from the tears that sprung from Eddie’s eyes that night. He was overjoyed, holding you tight while he wept into your hair. Kissing your belly and whispering to the baby. Small streaks of tears flowing down your swollen skin and the faded scar across your lower belly. 

Each month that ticked by, Eddie’s worry only doubled. 

The day after you had found out, he woke early. Watching as your chest rose and fell as you slept soundly in the original mock up of his hellfire shirt.

It was threadbare, cotton worn so thin it was practically see through— but you claimed it as your own back in the early days of your new relationship, hands on your hips and the infamous pout on your lip as you playfully argued with him about how it was now yours. 

Dusk painted the diamond covered ground from the fresh snow over night. Falling as delicately as his lips allover your skin. Soaking up the dainty noises from your throat when he carefully slid into you, tears spilling from both of your eyelashes, love filling the room more sweetly than it ever had before. 

The soft cotton of the blankets hugged your curves, and he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he gazed down at his beautiful— now pregnant— wife. 

His sweet Tooty, carrying a gift more precious than gold. 

Kissing your cheek—he dressed quietly, scribbling a note on the bedside table about going into town for a bit, but to just relax in bed until he got home. 

-

You were having a dreamless sleep, not even sugarplums could dance in your head with the overwhelming exhaustion that your body was trying desperately to catch up from. 

Something cold then silky smooth brushed against your cheek, and a velvet voice sang a little good morning greeting into your ear. Your loving husband. Pressing sweet angel kisses behind your ear and on your eyelids. 

Your bedroom was lit with the glow of a warm sun in the afternoon light. Playing a yellowed hue of warmth across your comforter, pulling the caramel color from Eddie’s curls and making his eyes look like a dreamy cup of coffee swirling with creamer. 

His lips hug yours, both smiling into one another. Heart swelling more than your toes would in the months to come. 

C’mon, got a surprise for you, princess. 

The spare bedroom that was once a room for band equipment, then Max’s bedroom for almost a year before she eventually moved in with Gareth and Will, now held storage, was completely organized, and held a wide array of items. 

A crib, brand new and still in the box, a pack n play, a swing, every box of diapers ranging from size 1 - 5, baby gates, outlet covers, fancy locks for cabinets and drawers, rubber bumpers for sharp corners and edges of tables. 

A bookshelf full of baby books, how to’s for new parents, nursery rhymes by mother goose, books suggesting baby names and their meanings, and a guide on how to quit smoking. 

Tucked into the corner of the room by the bookshelf and near the window, was a rocking chair. 

 “Eddie,” you gasp, running sleep from your eyes, “wh-what is all of this?” 

He’s smiling ear to ear, trying to curb his enthusiasm a tiny bit. “I might have gotten a little carried away.” 

Turning towards the shelf you see a plastic sack, full of candy and bubble gum, and mints. “Edward Joseph Munson.” 

“Don’t scold me, mama,” he jokes, grabbing onto your hips and kissing your hairline, “I’m just spoiling our baby.”

God you loved this man, he’d break his neck to give you the world. He was the most loving husband, and now you got to see him step into a new role. One completely foreign to you both, only have shared the idea for a few moments before it was ripped away. 

You lean into him, holding him tight and working your nose into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna be the best dad, Eddie.”

He doesn’t hide the tear that slips down his cheek, just lets it slide and collect under his chin, his voice is quiet when he asks, “you really think so?”

“I know it.”

—

Wayne and Karen followed behind the new family in his pickup all the way home from the hospital. They were going to stay for a few days, help you both get adjusted to life as parents.

Karen and Nancy had filled your freezer with casseroles, soups and fresh bread. It was a hot July day when you were scheduled for the c section, and when it was all said and done four days in the hospital was more than enough and you were ready to be at home, snuggled up with your new family. 

It was a battle of which Munson man could shed the most tears. Eddie and Wayne were both wiping away tears for hours. Overjoyed with emotions that everyone was healthy. 

“No you don’t,” Wayne said as you reached for the back door to grab the diaper bag, “you go right inside and get comfy, get them legs up!”

You do as your told, leaving Wayne, Eddie and Karen to carry the load in. The hospital stay was overwhelmingly sweet, but you knew Eddie was itching to get back to normalcy, still not liking the way he felt cooped up in the hospital even though it had been years since you both had the horrifying visit. 

Bags and suitcases are carried in and set into your master bedroom to be unpacked later, bottles and diapers are stacked and put into their respectable places. Karen starts warming up the chicken casserole she had prepared earlier that day. Wayne fussed around with the new dishwasher that he and Eddie had installed the month prior. 

Throughout the commotion you had fallen asleep, legs propped up in the recliner, but you woke to the sound of the front door closing, and there he was.

Eddie was holding them both, large hands cocooned around their swaddled little bodies, crooked into each of his arms. Something he was nervous about but slowly getting the hang of, the nurses told him he was a natural, and Wayne wept into Karen’s shoulder when Eddie introduced the twins to their grandpa. 

His normal obnoxious voice was murmuring low and quiet like a soft lullaby so as not to stir awake the sleeping little babies. 

He looked at them both, adoration and tears springing into his eyes. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. How he could have helped make something so small and delicate, he wouldn’t understand. But, he didn’t need to. 

A boy, born first— with his dark eyes and brown hair, and later the little girl, almost identical to his Tooty, and just as stubborn, both already wrapped around his fingers.

He murmured their names, and caught your eye as he said it, a smile so wide on his face that you were sure new dimples would bust through his cheeks, and you only heard the end of what he was saying. 

If you would have told yourself five years ago that you would one day own a home, get married to and have twins with Eddie Munson, you would have laughed on the spot. That loud mouth jackass of a guy you had once regretted letting move into your home, had moved right into your heart and never left. 

The demons inside you both were finally at bay, finding solace in one another in more ways than you had thought possible. Being loved by Eddie was everything you had thought love should be like. 

And you pinch yourself to make sure it's real, and each and every time, it is. 

“…babies,” he says, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes as he looks over at you, his family, “we’re home.” 

The end

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

Based on the conversation we had and the fact you mentioned you get things done faster if it's a request. Can I get Sun Wukong and Macaque separately with their glamour accidentally dropping in front of their s/o and them being absolutely drowned in kisses and compliments before they can put their glamour back up?

Kat you know I can't resist this and I loved writing this!!

Sun Wukong + Macaque (separately) with their glamour accidentally dropping in front of their s/o

Sun Wukong

"There's my gorgeous king." You always got genuinely distracted by the beauty of his eyes and how they glowed a crimson color, better than any sunset they'd ever seen. His scars made him look more attractive and you tried to kiss each and every one of them. After minutes of pleading and using puppy dog eyes, you were finally able to convince him to lower his glamours, now fully sitting on his lap and facing your beyond-beautiful lover. Brushing your fingers over his scared chest and loving the shiver that flowed through him at the affectionate touch he wasn’t used to.

A gentle rumble came from his chest and signaled to you that he was enjoying this, cupping his face in your hands and resting your forehead against his. “Such pretty crimson eyes. All for me to adore and love.” Sun leaned into your hands and smiled at you, every bit of him melted at your touch, and couldn’t help the way his tail swayed back and forth. You felt the extra furry appendage thumping on the ground, its gold and brown colors fading into one another from all the battles and burns he’d suffered.

You sweetly kissed his lips and chuckled at his eagerness to return it back. He mumbled how lucky he was to have such an affectionate and caring significant other, one who worshipped every aspect of him; even the features he considered ugly and shameful. “I love you.” Sun’s tail wrapped around your waist and buried his head into your neck, feeling your fingers run through the whitened patches of his fur. “I love you too, peaches.”

Six Eared Macaque

The shadow could barely process what was going on with the mountain of affection being poured onto him. Feeling every spot your lips kissed him and relishing the warmth radiating off of you, still energized from the beach day you had both attended. You had gone back to his place to recharge your social batteries (mostly his) and he’d dragged you into his arms for a nap. Although a persistent thought in your mind had told you it had been too long since your beloved demon let his true features show and one of the ways that successfully convinced Macaque to drop his glamours was showering him in affection and praises of affirmation.

The repeated pecks and hugs had caught him off guard at first, only being able to stare into the space next to you “So pretty.” You whispered and combed fingers through his fur, caressing his now accidentally unglamoured ears and petting the inside of each. The soft fur led into smooth scarred skin around his eye and lighter patches of fur from LBD forcing her power into him, white fur that contrasted his midnight black streaked down his right side. Macaque felt how you worshipped his ears and unconsciously curled his tail around his leg; an anxious tic he'd picked up over time. “Please, Mac. I know keeping up your glamours is tiring but I love seeing you. The you I fell in love with.” The red mask surrounding his eyes seemed to glow as he became flustered and stalled, attempting to find a response or witty comment. He laughed, tail swaying happily and forehead now resting against yours. You felt his hot breath against your lips and ears flutter at your affection, quietly laughing to himself. “You spoil me with affection too much, lotus.”

[crushculture03]

Oh Baby!

Summary : You find out you’re pregnant while Vinnie is away for Paris fashion week.

Pairing : Vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Warnings : Pregnancy

Notes: Omg it’s my first request i’ve done that wasn’t for an existing imagine! and the first one i’ve done that’s not Matty!

Thank you to @Xoleemarie for requesting this!

You paced around your and vinnies shared bedroom, nervously watching the timer on your phone tic away slowly. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you thought at first it was just a stomach bug but once you missed your period you realized it was something more.

The timer on your phone went off, causing you to make your way back to the bathroom to look at the little plastic test you just took. With shaky hands, you flipped it over, your free hand covered your mouth in shock as you saw the word “Positive” displayed on the screen. It felt like your world had come to a harsh stop, you and vinnie were still so young, how would a baby fit into the mix of everything? Sure you both had discussed marriage and children but that was something you both planned to happen many years from now. To make the situation even crazier, you were home by yourself, beside Hera of course, Vinnie had been in Paris for about a day, getting ready to attend some of the shows there for fashion week. Normally you would have gone with him, but didn’t this time since you weren’t feeling well.

Before you could even think about what to do next, you phone went off, signallaling you were getting a facetime call ; when you looked at your phone screen you saw the familiar face of your boyfriend, knowing you had to tell him as soon as possible, you picked up.

“Hey babe!” he said, “Hey” you whisper out, you see vinnies smile drop as he hears your tone of voice. “Y/N what’s wrong?” he says, you look away from the camera, trying to hold back your tears, “Vin I- I’m pregnant” you mumble out, as you reluctantly turn to face the screen again. “What?” he whispers, trying to process the news you just gave him, “I found out today” you say, “Wow thats insane!” he says, as a wide grin spreads across his face. You feel a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders when you see hes not upset. “You’re not upset?” you ask, he shakes his head and laughs, “Of course not baby, a little surprised of course, but excited” he says, trying his best to reassure you from a continent away.

“I was scared to bother you since I know you’re busy with the shows and everything” you mumble, “You could never bother me baby. I’m gonna catch the next flight home ok? “ he says, you shake your head “Baby no these shows are important, we’ll be ok I promise” you say, knowing its the right thing to do. “I don’t care about the shows, my girlfriend literally told me the best news ever and I can’t be with her, no show is as important as you are” he says, “Vin..” you whisper, “Sorry baby I can’t be convinced about this; i’ll see you soon, I love you” he says, “Love you too” you say back, before he blows you a kiss and hangs up the phone.

You were awoken the next morning to the sound of a key being turned in the front door, you quickly hurry to see who it could be, and feel a wave of relief when you see your boyfriend. “Vinnie!” you say, running up to him and jumping into his arms ; he quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight. “Hey baby” he whispered as he gently placed you back on the ground, “I can’t believe you’re actually home” you say as a wide smile grows on your face. “Of course! Gotta take care of my babies” he responds and gently places his hand on your stomach, you smile at him and pull him down by his shirt so you can connect your lips to his.

“Now let’s get you to bed ok? You need to rest, i’ll make you something to eat and then call the doctor to make an appointment” he says, before carefully picking you up bridal style and walking you back to the bedroom. “Vinnie i’m ok I promise” you say, giggling as he places you on the bed, you thought it was cute how he was already acting like such a dad even though the baby wasn’t born yet.

“I don’t care baby, I told you I would take care of you so I am.You and the baby need to rest” he says, and quickly places a blanket over you. “You’re already such a dad already” you joke, “Well I have been a dad for 3 years already” he says, as he picks Hera up from the ground and gently pets her. “Ah yes our practice baby” you joke as you reach your arms out for the cat, vinnie carefully places her in your arms. Hera meows as she gets comfortable in your arms. “How cute all my babies in one place” he says, you giggle at his statement “You’re too much” you say, as you gently stroke the cat in your arms. “You knew that when you began to date me” he says back, causing you to giggle.

“I’ll be right back baby I’m going to go get you some stuff and call the doctor” Vinnie says before placing a kiss on your forehead and walking out the door. The smile never left your face as you began to realize that even though it was going to be a long difficult journey, atleast you would have him by your side to support you.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM YOU'VE GOT MAIL *  assorted dialogue from the 1998 film, adjust as necessary

you know, sometimes i wonder…

i would have asked for your number.

who fights about that?

well, let me ask you something.

i really have to go.

well… you don’t want to be late.

i wanted it to be you. i wanted it to be you so badly.

i don’t really want an answer.

people are always telling you that change is a good thing.

did i ever tell you that?

soon, it’ll just be a memory.

the truth is… i’m heartbroken.

i feel as if a part of me has died.

no one can ever make it right.

you don’t love me.

we’re so right for each other!

is there someone else?

i mean, nothing has happened or anything.

i can’t help myself.

what about you?

it wasn’t personal.

what is that supposed to mean?

i am so sick of that.

it was personal to me.

well i didn’t lie about it.

you are daring to imagine that you could have a different life.

have a sandwich.

so who is he, i wonder?

will you be mean to him, too?

the man who is coming here tonight is completely unlike you.

he has the most wonderful sense of humor.

i wouldn’t expect you to understand anybody like that.

no one will ever remember you.

maybe no one will remember me, either.

you are nothing but a suit.

that’s my cue.

don’t you love new york in the fall?

you said you thought she was attractive.

i always take a relationship to the next level.

do you ever feel you’ve become the worst version of yourself?

i’m sure you have no idea what i’m talking about.

no, i know what you mean.

even now, days later, i can’t figure it out.

do you think we should meet?

suddenly, everything had become clear.

he stood you up?

good thing it wasn’t the fish!

i wonder what she’s doing right this very minute.

i should marry her.

where are my tic-tacs?

no, don’t say that. we don’t know that for sure.

do you want some popcorn?

i can’t believe this!

i just have to meet someone new, that’s all.

that’s the easy part.

don’t be ridiculous.

i’ve been thinking about you.

last night i went to meet you, and you weren’t there.

i wish i knew why.

i felt so foolish.

i was cruel, and i’m never cruel.

there is no excuse for my behavior.

i hope you have a good reason for not being there last night.

you don’t seem like the kind of person that would do something like that.

don’t you think daisies are the friendliest flower?

is that what you’re worried about?

why did i ever tell you about this?

why did you stop by again?

i wanted to be your friend.

sometimes a guy just wants the impossible.

wow, i keep on bumping into you.

hey, you wanna bump into me on, say, saturday around lunchtime?

i could never be with someone who likes joni mitchell.

it must be a metaphor for something, but i don’t know what it is.

i think you’d discover a lot of things if you really knew me.

i just had a breakthrough.

why don’t you run off with him? what are you waiting for?

i could never be with someone who has a boat.

oh, i’m sorry to hear that.

tell me something, really. how do you sleep at night?

have you had sex?

you are not staying!

i brought you flowers.

i have a terrible cold.

whatever you do, just don’t listen to anything i say.

[willowrites]

after a crazy video of exploring, you find comfort in jake afterwards, who always puts you first…

you hadn’t stopped seeing that figure. it was burned into your brain. you knew it wasn’t something you conjured up with the help of your brain, no… you saw it. it glided across the hall, as if it was floating. you tried clenching your eyes and blinking repeatedly to rid it from your mind.

the hand in your thigh brought you back to reality as you tried so hard to stop thinking about what you just experienced. “baby, how are you feeling?” you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

jake noticed you were still fidgeting. “i’m okay, just a little shaken up, that’s all.” you tried to smile lightly. it didn’t help that you couldn’t get those faint footsteps that you had heard around the haunted asylum out of your head. it was like there were people knocking inside your brain. you winced, still hearing the noises that tormented your mind.

“wanna stop at that food place you love? m’kinda hungry.” he rubbed your thigh trying to comfort you the best he could.

you sighed, enjoying the touch. “yeah, that would be nice.” you smiled at him. you rolled down the window a little bit to get some fresh air and to fill the cars silence. you didn’t want silence because of the lingering occurrences that happened earlier. they’d crawl into your consciousness and latch on like a tic.

you hated to admit that one simple experience you had would change your opinions on life and death. it would change your thought process on many things, perhaps that’s what those souls in that asylum intended.

you’d been spiraling when you felt the car park. you looked out the window and were met with your house. you and jake’s house. then you looked back at jake who was holding the takeout he mentioned earlier. you started to apologize but he had cut you off. “don’t worry baby, i knew your order. cmon, let’s go inside.”

you felt guilt but jake was the sweetest. he knew you had been thrown off my tonight’s events and wanted to make you feel comfortable.

you both went inside and got ready for the night. he put on your favorite show and set out the takeout on a wood platter used when you guys have your movie nights. he set candles and ambient lighting to further elevate the rooms scene. he wanted the atmosphere to be calming for you. he hated seeing you like how you looked after the shadow figure incident.

you walked into the room and felt seen. “oh my, this is so nice.” you breathed, smelling the faint scent of flowers and mist. the wood platter sat on top of the covers; ready to eat.

“wanted to make you feel safe and comfortable, baby. cmon get in bed with me.” he smiled getting under the covers. you followed and you both ate and watched the tv.

after he cleaned up he climbed back under the duvet and pulled you close by your waist. the light scent of his cologne making you feel warm and fuzzy. you sighed in relief, feeling relaxed in his arms. you both stayed like that, even when you drifted off into your sleep.

© willowrites

taglist: @tloufein @ireallywantsomepizzarn

[sjw-publishings]

Lit Gud Streamin

With much encouragement from @dumb-and-jocked

>First Time Streamin’ bro?

The house husband blushed at the first comment coming to respond to him.

Carson Green was anxious…he’d heard of streaming but never tried it until some pestering from his Gaymer group as of late.

The stay at home husband wanted to help with the finances, hence why he even considered it in the first place. Sure it was nice being a homemaker, and definitely had a flair in cooking, but he wanted to do something different.

“Y…Yeah, it’s my first time.”

>LOL K

He was relatively unsure of this, but he had known and spoken to several of the guys a week ago, and though he could have sworn they talked about a different topic entirely, he recalled about many of them bragging about ‘raking in the dough’ for gaming.

True enough, many of them are not only being paid handsomely in royalties for streaming, but they have a surprisingly large fanbase!

Admittedly, he was sort of shocked…and sort of jealousy that many of them are quite popular online, almost like they reached stardom within a week or less.

But regardless, his group also promised that they will help out with ‘assimilating’ him into the platform and moderate his stream. So surely he would reach a certain level of success with their guidance.

Though he’s still unsure how exactly will do they so.

“W…What games will we be playing?”

>Dis the game dude

>Ur in it, brought in da Boiz to watch the stream.

With that, the number count rose exponentially, from single digits, to doubles.

The house husband blushed, twiddling his thumbs at being watched by wide audience. Is it like a reality show game? Or is it something different entirely?

Granted, there weren’t any instructions or briefings given about it. Maybe it is a more on the spot, spontaneous kind of thing?

“D…Do I need to do anything in particular?”

>Just be yourself , LOL

>You gotta impress us Noob.

He…kind of doesn’t like being called a noob, but he is new to streaming after all. So he ought to listen to them, no matter how they are like.

>Dude, ur Tagline?

Tagline…?

Oh yeah! All the cool streamers he watched had one.

Wait? Since when did he watch…well he is a gamer after all, so it’s only natural that he DID watch streams, at least some of em by proxy. He is rather connected to the other guys.

“Ummm…ok LOL, what kind of tagline. Do you all have any suggestions, dudes?”

>Just Lit Gud man.

>Yeah RAT

He thought maybe it’s tough love or something…though it really feels extremely rude. Almost draining even, like yeah it was exhausting trying to keep up with his group’s gaming shenanigans, but even in their streamin’ advice?

C’mon Man!

Plus he’s just got married not a while ago! They could’ve at least be NICE to him since he’s now tied down! Like don’t get me wrong, he loves his husbro, but when all is said and done, he does miss the glory days of being with the rest of the guys.

“Look, I-D-K if Lit Gud Noobs is such a nice tagline?”

Desperate for a win here. Yeah, he may be getting quite aggro. But it’s justified! Bro.

“And who you callin’ Rat, RATZ!”

His mouth slurred at that remark, a very sleazy…immature slur as he quickly covered his mouth in that regard.

Though admittedly, he kinda liked that.

After all, if he was the rat, then these noobs are his goons. And while he usually isn’t the dominant one in his relationships, admittedly he kinda liked roleplaying as one of the typical bros, even if he wasn’t THAT asian compared to them.

>RAT BOD

>You lift Bro?

“My body…its not that well off-“

>Get lit or get Shyt on

He’s gotta get LIT.

Watching as his weight sizzle away down, melting away the bubbling tummy fat into a faint trail of a six pack, straining loosely on the shirt being his college grad pectorals.

Gotta show off after all. Specially during the bachelor’s party!

His diet consisted of pizza, soda and chips. And so ducking what? Body trim as DUCK, that’s how he lived and how his rats loved it. Some people said it was his GENE-tics or some shit that he had this bod, but you know what he says to em’?

Get lit or get Shyt on!

But even so, da shyt? Why did these bastards gotta treat him like that? Weren’t they all buds or somethin’?

“You RATZ are always so rude.”

>We rude? KAPPA

>Haha Noob!

With every interaction and vocabulary pollution, hunching lazily towards the screen, eyes entranced by the masses of comments.

LIGHTING and EMPHASIZIN’ random words, like an obnoxious mixture tainting his patience. Persistent name calling and being on the receiving end of the relationship kinda pisses him off.

>LOL K, How’s the stream?

But admittedly, a growing part of him is really getting pumped, while irritated, a small part of him liked broadcasting to these gamers.

If only they had some MAN-NERS, sheesh!

“How the streamin’ goin? Dude IDK, just a Jerkin’ stream today, nothin but insults.”

> Git Gud

> Just Git Gud

> Noob

Chat, filled with your run of the mill, cloned responses. Your typical mocks and insults, passive threading onto aggressive, a fine balance of being slightly very aggro but chill, producing RUDE DUCKIN’ INSULTS.

Each one after another, a shytposting blend that makes the stupid obnoxiousness rise higher and higher. Calves toning out from jumping upwards in sports as his body shrunk downward, making sure he sees eye to eye with dem BOIZ.

One liner aggressiveness alongside swarms of memes and complete nonsense. Idiotic behaviour, fitting a ‘RatChat’. Blending in with the other dudes, speakin’ their language, participating campus exercises and roughing around with the other bros!

Like a game, course, they are gamers after all. They know the COMBO, dissecting their streamer bud like it’s nothin’! Insults kicking right from the beginning!

He wanted to beat them at their own game!

Be hetter-BETTER! Calson Greo wanted to be a PRO.

“Alright RATZ, What’ll make me less of a noob and g-”

>Git Gud Noob

“GIT GUD?”

His voice slurred, eyebrows raised as he slumped back in his gaming chair. Like a simple command burning into his skull.

He just gotta GIT GUD! No instructions needed, except you gotta be IN DA LOOP. At TOP! As his buttocks clenched at the refusal of being BOT! Cheeks meant for exercise and gamin’.

He had to GIT GUD! And that’s being on top of his game always!

>You gotta be LIT Fam

“LIT?”

A delicious fuming rage erupted from his screen, as a multitude of laughing frogs and emojis filled his entire chat.

Igniting a fire within, his skin tanning till its just RIGHT. Made for a BOI who spends time gamin’ both online and in sports. Just like every other of his classmates back on campus.

>Stop being such a QUEER

“QUEER? Da SHYT?”

SHYT, these men tryin’ to get under his skin. Really making him all pent and rock solid. NO HOMO!

Wait WUT?

DUDE! LIEK…man he’s really even sounding immature in his thoughts? Wasn’t he some sort of QUEER? DA FK? He was g…a…guy, A GUY! YEAH! He was a guy like em!

“Thought you all stand for GUY RIGHTS?”

HE ALWAYS TOPS! Yeah so maybe he had a PHAG, but it was clear they are ‘sabotaging’ his GAY STREAM and tryin’ makin’ it the way it ought to be!

Full of SHYT-talkin’, assholes are dragging him down to THEIR level. A more rodent, nastier bunch instead of friendly GHEYS! But alright! If these idiots want to game, then they gonna-

>Look PHAG, if you want to WIN you gotta stop sucking

“SUK DEEZ NUTS!”

GOTTEM

An obnoxious Tenor bursted out from the man, retaliating like an immature douchebag as he finally sunk to their level. Height stooping at an average 5ft 9, GPA scores barely scrapping by the median. A fellow backslider like the crowd.

And HE was going to let these DOUCHEBOIS get it HARD!

>Just Chillax Gay Boi

“I AM CHILLAX!”

He sneered, as his voice rose into a stupidly obnoxious loud tenor, allowing that youthful tone engulf him in an asian tan like his peers, makin’ sure he is part of the Hivemind that is Snitch culture.

“No Sweats allowed…Just CHILLAX man…”

Feeling his mind sinking into the mass rebellious conformity that is his gamin’ community, his voice cooled slightly, gifted the flexibility to yell when he WANTS to BOIIII!

His buttoned down fused, as the simple white tee clung over his frame with slackened glee, bluntly accentuating his pectorals, as a typical print was plastered over like another typical meshed up shirt that the zoomers would wear.

He was NO SWEAT, Trousers shortening up to his thighs, lightening up into a more mesh, flexible material. Hanging loose L-sized on his waist are his flaming red basketball shorts, stickin’ out like a sore thumb whenever the dude stands up or goes for a bathroom breaks.

>Yo streamer, you a player?

“Am I a play-yer?”

The young man slurred, smirking as he acknowledged that remark, teasing those thirsty PHAGS and RATZ like he always does.

ResidentSnorer and various funny frogs spammed the chat box like no other, skyrocketing his view count to the thousands.

The young Boi loved every minute of it. He was getting the fame, boi.

“Course I am, ain’t easy being this good…”

>u dating someone?

“DAY-TING?”

Slippers took a hit in their quality, soft material becoming a pair of stretchable basketball shoes. Made for the kind of guy who keeps his options open.

Both in da basketball court, and in da bed. And yeah, it was technically his home. Well, he and his GAY fiancé’s. But it’s mostly a BRO thing! Roommates with benefits!

“Boiz, I have a fiancé , but..”

>Sounds Sus

>you gay or what?

His eyes widened, SHYT, he wasn’t supposed to say that. Not that he minded the older man…except when he was being GHEY-but weren’t they a couple…of MEN.

But aren’t they together? Da SHYT! He was a playah! BUT what about that time when they cuddled-BRUH that’s GHEY! BUT WHAT ABOUT-YOU GHEY BROSKI? BRO? B-

“BUTT-FK! I mean…I MEAN my BOI-FRIEND!”

>MEGAFAG

Fiddling the ring, the band stretched beyond the size of his palm, turning into pure eleastic as it slid down his right wrist, loosely fitting like its part of some showoffy trend.

As the chat continues to spam various emotes, including a distinct rainbow head, don’t these douchebags know he’s single and ready to mingle? Why are they thinkin’ he’s gonna be bangin’ it with some dude?

“Who you noobs calling GAY? It’s just ONE night!”

> QUEER ALERT!

> GAY GAY GAY

One hand palming below, the other one flippin the stream. Colson Groh’s darkened hair flicked down the side, his new asian ethnicity fully taking hold without remorse, blending in with the group of bullies pickin’ on him and his-FAG!

“One night of PRANKIN FAGS!”

Picking on em hard, he wasn’t one of em, but man is it HOT setting them STRAIGHT! The twenty two year college dude smirked, as PHAGS couldn’t resist starin’ at his clean-shaven slack-jaw and risen cheekbones till they get completely RAT PRANKED.

GGEZ

>Ayyy LIT

>Lets go BOI

>AFKin’ RAT!

“Bet you all can’t get ladies to your doorstep.”

>Check GayPay

GayPay my arse, StraightCoin’s the deal bro.

Though speakin’ of ladies. Hot damn…is he THAT dry? Cause he’s having that fantasy every straight, gamin’ charged college guy’s has.

Surrounded by hot ladies.

Then again, he’s always THIRSTIN’. Course, a guy like him can get a bunch of women in a flash. But he totally can jerk like a maiden-less douchebag like a bunch of the idiots watchin’ him.

Makes him relatable to his RATZ, yeah? Sides, nothin’ wrong with a lil jerkin’ on cam, nothing GHEY bout it!

>Yo RAT, check out your numbers

>BRO past 7k

>NO CAP

LIT_GUD: +7k subs

“Nggh!”

Rapidly vibrating his 7 inch joystick, brows raised as they thinned out. The last bit of hesitation melting away, making way for youthful gamin’ bravado as a seedy wide grin beamed in the stream.

“How to LIT GUD getting chicks?”

>PRO-DUCTION BRO!

>GIT LIT STREAM!

>YEEEEAAAAH BOI!

Comments flooding all over his stream, a mass mindset and mentality calling all to pump. PUMP! Pumping his POG-O STICK to the MAX! The Go-To-Game for men of his kind.

The HIGH score, as his eyes narrowed in utmost dumb simplicity, tilting his head upward to the ceiling as he grinned wildly as he thought bout’ that simple fantasy!

All da LADIES comin’ at him. YAAA BOIII!

“JUST LIT GUD BOIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

Colton Goh no scoped all over his boxers, slumping back as drops of youthful rebellion spluttered all over, mucking it with obnoxious bully testosterone like he always does.

Feels so LIT! Being able to climax whenever the heck he wants, why abstain when he can just LIT GUD MAN! All those goody two shoe brethren back at campus grounds are really missin’ out.

But of course, he’ll scoop the remaining wads of mayo to his jerk off bottle later. He may be a backslider, but he gotta be up in his production game, beat his last record and all that shiz.

Speakin’ of which.

“E….Z….”

7k’s still just rookie numbers for a guy like him, but considering he got it all in a bunch of hours, he’s as good as the pros like the rest of em’!

“Yo…and that’s how you dudes get the ladies, man.”

>AYYYOOOO

>MY STREAMER!

>YA BOIIIIII

“Boiz, if you see any gays going all homo on ya. You gotta give em the LIT GUD!”

Normally he would collab with his streaming buds, but he really oughta help his Bromies out by teachin em.

Especially ratting out GHEYS until they turn into a couple of rats like he is. And what better way than to create his own Streamin’ channel? All he got to do was be himself bro.

Brings in the subs, and sides, hot chicks dig him, and fags thirstin’ over him get weeded out until they are a bunch of rats like he and his gamer crew.

‘[TOP] Gay Dude Joined the stream’

Speaking of fags…

“Ayy, a new fag joined the stream, sweet.”

Not sure how did ‘Gay Dude’ squirmed into his ‘TOP’ friends list, but he must’ve added him during that stupid RNG game he tried last night while he drank Heteroade with the bois.

But honestly, heh, he doesn’t give a Rats arse bout em’. After all, he needed someone to dunk on to celebrate his 7k Subs, so why not make sure the fag gets the whole RatChat streamin’ experience?

Heh, this will be hot.

“Give em a couple of Lit Guds in the chat, noobs.”

[awhoreforcheeseybiscuts22]

Cozy Companion

TW: None really. This is my first tic and I'm really excited to share it! Feel free to request

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As you sit curled up in a large armchair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, the evening air is filled with a cozy warmth, contrasting with the chill of the autumn night outside. The flames crackle softly, casting a golden glow that dances on the stone walls, creating a sanctuary from the world beyond. You’re wrapped in a blanket, a book resting in your lap, though you’ve long since stopped reading, content to simply lose yourself in the soothing ambiance.

Just as you’re about to reach for your mug of hot chocolate, Sirius Black slips into the room with his usual effortless grace, his hair slightly tousled and his trademark mischievous grin firmly in place. He spots you immediately, his dark eyes softening as he crosses the room in a few easy strides. Without a word, he plops down next to you, squeezing himself into the oversized armchair with you. It’s a tight fit, but neither of you mind. In fact, Sirius seems to delight in the closeness, his leg pressed against yours, his warmth seeping into your side.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he murmurs, his voice a low, playful rumble that sends a shiver of warmth down your spine. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer into his side. His other hand reaches for the book in your lap, idly flipping through the pages. “You know, you should’ve told me you were hiding away up here. I could’ve joined you ages ago.”

You chuckle softly, resting your head against his shoulder. “I wasn’t exactly hiding. Besides, I thought you were off causing trouble.”

Sirius smirks, a playful glint in his eye. “We did get into a bit of mischief earlier. But then I realized I’d rather spend the evening with my favorite person.” He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “And don’t tell James, but you’re a much better company.”

You roll your eyes, unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Sirius chuckles, his fingers toying with the ends of your hair. “Deal.” He shifts slightly, making himself more comfortable, and in the process, pulls you fully into his lap. You squeak in surprise, but he only laughs, wrapping both arms around you as he settles back into the chair. “There, much better. Now you can’t escape.”

Not that you wanted to. You find yourself relaxing against him, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. The fire crackles on, its warm light playing across the room, but all you can focus on is the steady rhythm of Sirius’s heartbeat beneath your cheek, the way his fingers trace lazy circles on your arm.

After a while, Sirius’s voice breaks the comfortable silence. “You know,” he begins, his tone softer now, almost hesitant, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this...content before. Just being here with you, like this. It feels...right.”

You tilt your head up to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his expression. Gone is the usual bravado, replaced with something deeper, something vulnerable. “I feel the same way, Sirius,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiles, a rare, genuine smile that lights up his entire face. “Good,” he says simply, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Because I plan on keeping it this way.”

You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss and the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you murmur, your voice filled with a quiet happiness.

Sirius hums contentedly, his chin resting atop your head as he holds you close. The fire continues to crackle, the world outside the common room forgotten as the two of you drift into a peaceful silence, wrapped up in each other and the undeniable sense of belonging that comes with it.

In that moment, as the evening fades into night and the stars twinkle outside the window, you know that no matter what challenges the future might bring, you’ll always have this—this warmth, this connection, this love—with Sirius by your side. And that thought, more than anything else, fills you with a sense of joy and contentment that you never want to let go.

[barleyo]

Hey there, tiger.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hope you enjoy this (RUSHED) little drabble, there’s plenty more where it came from. My inbox is ALWAYS open, so don’t be shy to share any ideas or make and requests! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: p in v, oral (m receiving), SLIGHT dacryphilia, reader taking sneaky pictures of the Colonel, stalker behavior, one sided pining, degrading, public sex, humiliation, workplace sex, reader being a creep (she's just like me tho)

It wasn’t supposed to be weird or creepy in the least bit. At first, it was completely professional, practically part of (Y/N)’s  job description, and she did not do it often in the beginning. Once, maybe twice a week.

It was so innocent: quietly following the colonel around base, not too close, a few feet to divide themselves. Scribbling down observations she made about him, about how oddly cat-like he was, how all Na’vi were. Naturally, she had to get closer and observe more often to get all the details. If she did not do that, how would she have found out about the colonel’s feline tic of gliding his tongue over his teeth when he was angry? Or how his kitten-like nose crinkled in disgust at his team’s frequent immaturity, or how his tail thumped the ground when he was waiting for something? 

Or how far down his deep, azure stripes went down on his body? Well, she did not know that one yet.

(Y/N) tried to convince herself that it was her job, no, her obligation as a biologist on Pandora to study all life: plants, animals, the natives. 

The Recombinants. 

Colonel Miles Quaritch.

Besides, the research was helpful to her team, surely it must have been okay if the ends had justified the means. Reading Na’vi body language was crucial to communication with the natives, and the recoms could provide just that with their newly acquired bodies and movements.

So what if she peeked around corners to catch a glimpse of his toned back as he walked away, or if she ‘accidently’ bumped into him in the hallway to feel his hand on her own as he helped her to her feet? 

“Watch it now,” he had said, hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder to settle himself, “be more careful, a tiny thing like you might get crushed next time.”

She was just doing her job. Hell, she could sell it as Na’vi-human social studies to herself, anything to rationalize her hobby. Anything to be near him.

Noting these interactions and conclusions was well and fine, but a thought had occurred to her when she reached the halfway mark in her journal that focused on all things Miles Quaritch. A girl can only describe so much with words, and some pictures to accompany her entries would do nicely. 

There he was, long legs spread as he sat on a bench in the gym, thick, blue arm flexing as he lifted a weight. The gym was completely empty, just Quaritch, (Y/N), and her polaroid camera that was ready to snap a few pictures and leave with her. 

She silently opened the door and tucked her journal under her arm, ready to glue the pictures in as soon as her camera spit them out. She sat on her knees: being low to the ground made it easier for her to get a clear picture. Peering her head through the cracked entrance, she held her camera up, focused it, and clicked. 

She could have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the colonel’s impeccable hearing capabilities. The second the shutter of her camera clicked, his guard rose. (Y/N) had not registered that he caught her until the screen of her camera showed a pair of black, heavy boots, tightly laced and dusty. 

“Can I ask what the fuck you think your doin’, miss?” Quaritch snatched the camera from her hands, pulling out the small polaroid that it dispensed. 

“No– sir, I promise, this isn’t what it looks like,” she said, scrambling to back out into the hallway. “I wasn’t–”

“You weren’t snapping pictures of me?” He shook the picture, exposing the image of himself it had burned onto the film. He grabbed the camera from her hands too, placing it on a nearby bench.

“Ah–”

“What’s this then?” He shoved the picture into her chest, hand gripping her shoulder to keep her from running. His face looked all but impressed, but his tone was teasing.

Her face grew immensely hot, she tried to turn her head away from him to hide it, but his finger fell under her chin and forced it up. 

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said, tongue running over his sharp teeth. That was the first time she had seen it up close, seen him up close. It scared her, but the excitement he caused her far surpassed that feeling. “Answer me, won’t ask you again.”

“It’s a picture of you. I’m so sorry,” she blinked away tears forming at her lash line.

“No, ‘m not sure you are sorry.” He pulled her into the gym and pushed her back against the frosted window. “Matter of fact, I’ll bet I’ll catch you doing this again if I don’t teach you any better. I’ll bet this isn’t your first time sneaking pictures of me either, sweetness.” 

“No, it’s my first. This is the only time I’ve tried.” (Y/N)’s eyes glossed over, looking too soft and sad for Quaritch to resist any longer. 

“Really? Guess I should go easy on you then, huh?” A dark smirk covered his face.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and gave it a few lazy strokes before forcing her to her knees and rubbing it over her face. Clear globs of precum got smeared over her face. Quaritch laughed as she tried to catch his cock with her tongue, letting it dart out of her mouth when it swiped past her lips. 

(Y/N) felt a whine constrict in her throat when he finally pushed past her lips and into her mouth. His big hands held the back of her head and held her still while he moved his hips. She moved her tongue over the underside of his dick, licking it as much as she could while he thrusted slowly in and out of her wet mouth.

She pushed her hands into her pants and rubbed her clit messily while Quaritch used her mouth. Her moans vibrated on his length, his control slowly slipped away with each noise. He let his pace loosen and let himself explore further into her mouth.

“I know you wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to catch you n’ punish you for creeping around,” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed further down her throat. Her throat clenched around his cock every time she gagged or choked, sending sharp pleasure through his body.

“Fuck,” he sighed. He pulled out and a string of spit connected (Y/N) to the tip of his cock. Miles took her camera and clicked. 

(Y/N)’s voice was croaky as she spoke, “What’re you doing?”

“Just leveling the playing field,” he said, smearing her spit all over her face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, flipping her body around on the glass. “Gotta have a pic of my own, baby, that’s just fair.”

Pulling her pants and panties down to her ankles, Miles teased his tip at her entrance, slipping it in with shallow thrusts. 

“Please, I need the whole thing…”

He grunted and pushed the rest in, stretching out her walls. She bit down a whine when she felt his girth split her open, leaning against the window for stability. He was ruthless with his pace now, he was far too close to his own release to take it slowly, instead choosing to pull her hips back and slam into them harshly. Slick squelches and skin slapping echoes in the empty room.

“Wanna know something?” he purred into (Y/N)’s ear, deepening his thrusts when he paralleled his back to hers to lean to her ear.

She didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of him burrowing balls deep into her heat, too dizzy with ecstasy to focus on his words.

“I knew what you were doing.”

“Wha– what d’you mean?” she moaned.

“Don’t act dumb now, you think I didn’t hear you followin’ me around like a lost dog?”

“I–”

“You think I couldn’t smell you? I could, the whole time. Took everythin’ in me to not bend you over like this earlier.”

(Y/N)’s walls fluttered and clamped at his words, feeling them rush straight to her cunt like they were injected into her veins. “You knew?”

“Sure did,” his rhythm became messy and rougher, abusing every spot in her. “Smelled how wet you were for me in the hallways, mess hall, everywhere. Dirty little thing, always wantin’ me.”

She threw her head back and let a string of profanities fall from her mouth. Her cunt gushed hot, clear cum, dripping down her lips and thighs and coating Quaritch’s dick. 

“Christ…” 

He pulled out and pumped his length, giving rough tugs until he came thick ropes on (Y/N)’s slick pussy. He stuffed his fingers into her after scooping some of his cum up with them, and snapped a final picture. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soaked, it’s crazy,” he laughed, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting (Y/N) as well.

She was silent for a second before opening her mouth. 

“You aren’t mad at me, are you? For following you around?”

“Oh, ‘course not,” he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You aren’t the only one who’s been busy. I’ve done a little hunting of my own too.” Using his other hand, he pulled out a stack of pictures from his back pocket.

Her eyes widened at one. 

The picture showed her with her hands in her pants. She was sitting on her bunk, and the picture was dark. It must have been taken at night.

“Where did you get this?”

“Like I said,” his grip on her waist tightened, “you aren’t the only one who’s been busy.”

[oneweirdbookaddict]

Hello, Whyareyoudo! (I didn't know if you wanted the tag lol) Finally got this written out for you, hope it's alright! It was so interesting to research Tourette's as I wrote this. Thanks for the request!

1182 words.

No warnings! Let me know if that should change!

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“Shh!” Four hisses, expression pinching. 

Those closer to Four frown at the smithy. 

“Four? You… uh, ok?” Wind asks, glancing at his friend. 

The smith blinks awkwardly, ears flushing. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, just ignore me.” 

“Were you shushing someone?” Wild asks curiously. 

“No. Nope. Just… making noise. Sorry. I’ll shut up.” And they let it go. No more questions are asked, and Four doesn’t make any more unexplainable noises. 

However, he does keep twitching oddly, wincing as if… he’s in pain. First, his arm twitches, moving halfway to his chest before the smith scowls and moves it back down. Then randomly ticks his head to the side. 

He watches carefully until Four catches him and scowls. “What?” 

“You have tourettes.” He states simply. Not an accusation, not a question. Just puts it out there. 

Four pauses. “I have- I… What? No. I mean…” The smith trails off. Blinks. 

Then settles on, “How the hell do you know that?” 

“Because I have it, too.” He says easily. Shrugs when Four’s eyes go wide. 

“Wait, ok, hold up. What’s tour- ett’s?” Wild frowns. “Can we help?” 

“Tourettes.” Four says. “Its a neurological-” 

“It affects the nervous system and makes it so you make movements and noises you don’t mean to.” He says before Four can launch into an overly complicated, full science report-sounding explanation. 

“And you both have it?” Twi says, looking interested. 

“Well, I do. And I think Four does, too.” 

“Wait so like when you swear randomly you don’t even mean to?” Wind asks. 

He considers this. “Sometimes. But now you’ll never know which ones I do purposefully so you’ll never be able to tell me off, Old Man.” 

That gets some laughter into the group, easing the awkwardness that had developed. 

Four, he notices, doesn’t even smile. 

He seems deep in thought, biting his lip in that way he does when he’s thinking. Or maybe it’s another tic. 

“I don’t think I do.” Four says finally, slowly. “It’s not always the same, it’s just random little… movements. Aren’t tics more… repetitive?” 

“Sure, sometimes. Not always, though. There are other types… but I’m not gonna get too deep into that. Mine were like that, yeah, but I also know someone who’s also diagnosed and his are more like yours. It’s just rarer, I think.” 

Four considers this, then nods slowly. “I’ll have to do some research, I think. It’d be nice to…” 

The smith’s eyes snap to him. “You said were. Past tense. It went away?” 

“It did for me. Well, not entirely. It just… got much less frequent as I got older. It doesn’t happen for everyone.” 

Four nods, fingers twitching. Then shrugs somewhat awkwardly. 

He shrugs, too, feeling bad for putting him on the spot. “We should keep going. I smell rain.” 

So they continue down the path. 

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They find a town before the rain comes, and an inn as well. With enough rooms open that they all get their own- a rare occurrence. 

Since they’re inside with the rain, Wild and Wars just pass out rations for dinner and they all take to their rooms. 

It’s been a rough few days, and they all go to bed rather early. 

Or so he thought. He wakes up to the door next to his creaking open, soft footsteps fading as they move down the hall. 

He waits a few minutes, then goes in search of the smithy with a sigh.

Out the inn, wandering aimlessly around town for a bit to give Four some alone time, then stumbles across the library in town.

Four, naturally, is buried in a stack of books, eyes slightly crossed as he fixates on the one under his nose. 

“Smithy, it is three in the goddamn morning.” He grunts, and Four jumps and drops the book. 

“Librarian said it was ok.” Four yawns, finding his page again. 

“Wasn’t my point. You even gonna try to sleep tonight?” 

“How can I?” Four mutters. It’s not sharp, not angry, but he still winces anyway. 

“I’m sorry for… I don’t know. You know it doesn’t matter if you do, right? It’s not going to fix the tics or change… well, anything, really. There’s no way to treat-” Four closes the book and shoots him a look. “I don’t have Tourette's and we both know that. I would’ve had these tics since childhood and I haven’t, they’re not nearly repetitive enough to be considered tics, and-” Four sighs. “I know what causes it. Something that happened on my adventure. I appreciate you giving me an out, but I feel awful for lying.” 

He takes a seat next to the smith. “You don’t have to lie. Just…” 

“Lead them to believe the wrong thing,” Four says flatly. 

“You did with Wolfie.” He counters, and Four winces. 

“That’s different. It was his secret.” 

“And this is yours. Listen, you don’t want to tell people about whatever this is. I get it. But they’re gonna ask- letting them believe this will stop the questions. Otherwise, they’ll just keep asking. Not with the intent of prying of course, but just out of curiosity. And that’ll make it worse. Maybe every once and a while you get a question about Tourette’s, but that’ll be it. If you keep deflecting questions they’ll keep asking.” 

Four looks away, considering this. Then nods. “Thanks, Legend.” 

He smiles, getting to his feet. “Anytime, Smithy. Now get some sleep- you look beat. Come back to the inn with me.” Four looks around, nodding. “I just… gotta put all these away first.” 

Gives a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. 

He laughs, helping the smith put the books back on the shelves, then walking with him back to the inn. 

“Goodnight, smithy.” He says as Four enters his room. 

“Night, Leg.” Four yawns, giving a slight wave as he closes the door. 

~~~~

Four raises his arms above his head, stretching as he walks up to the lake. 

Walks up to Wild, who’s standing at the very very end of the dock, just his heels hanging on. 

A strong gust of wind would put him in the lake. 

“Whatcha looking at?” The smithy asks, and Wild shrugs. 

“Just trying to see if there’s any fish in here.” 

“So you can bomb them?” Four snickers, and Wild scowls playfully. 

“It’s more efficient than sitting there with a worm on a string!” The champion insists, laughing. Four peers at the water, then points at a spot. 

“I think I see some there.” 

Wild crouches, squinting. “Where?” “Over- shit.” 

Four’s arm twitches, knocking into Wild’s back. 

The champion flails frantically, grabbing-

SPLOOSH. 

The others on the land burst into laughter as Wild surfaces, staring in surprise and offense at Forur. “Smithy! I did nothing to you! Well, besides the peppers… and the tomatoes… ok, maybe I deserved that.” Wild sighs, laying back to float in the water. 

“Sorry,” Four shrugs, but he can’t keep the grin off of his face. “Tourette’s.” 

Wild sends a splash of water at the smith, causing Four to laugh and dart back to the safety of dry land.

~~~~

[sanjisboyfie]

๑ keep safe : "together in chaos." (15)

one piece x male reader

cause my love is mine, 

all mine

i love mine, mine, mine, 

nothing in the world belongs to me, 

but my love mine, all mine, all mine 

『 prev 』

[name] couldn’t believe this. the desert was stupid. how are birds going to outsmart both him and his captain?!

“is your brain really below the level of a bird?!” sanji scolded, shaking both luffy and [name] back and forth.

“hey, are you blaming me for being compassionate? you’re so cold, sanji,” [name] said nonchalantly, “let’s not worry about it, we’ll find something to eat,”

“we wouldn’t even need to do something like that if you had just used your brain!!” sanji cursed, still choosing to drill the consequences of [name] and luffy’s actions into their heads.

everyone else was settled down, choosing to take this a chance to catch their breath. [name] let himself fall on his back, soaking in the cold sand and shade whilst luffy went and tried to catch the birds that had stolen their stuff.

usopp decided to lay down next to [name], making the man grin.

“let’s play a game usopp!” he cheered, turning over so he was laying on his stomach on the sand instead. the sniper hummed in thought before agreeing. “tic-tac-toe!”

“you’re gonna lose,” usopp said confidently, leaning up on his elbows so that he could face the sand properly, “back on my home village, i won over a thousand games of tic-tac-toe by pure skill!”

“a thousand games?!” chopper exclaimed in shock, completing believing usopp.

“i won five thousand games of tic-tac-toe at my village,” [name] challenged further, making usopp pale and sweat nervously. “just kidding, i lied!”

“hey, that’s my thing!!” usopp shouted in annoyance at being punked.

[name] drew the board onto the sand, chopper laying on top of [name]’s head to observe. [name] did the first move, usopp following, until they reached the end of their game — [name] being the victor.

“you’ll never beat me,”

“no, no, no, that was too close, again!”

the two went back and forth in the game, finishing a least twenty games. it ended with [name] winning the majority of them and usopp sulking in the corner.

“if you played with your nose instead of your finger, you’d definitely win,” [name] teased poking the tip of usopp’s nose, making usopp slam his head down in the sand to shut him up. he got a mouthful of sand and the sniper grinning above him in victory.

“don’t disrespect me like that!!!” usopp said, smacking [name]’s hand away.

chopper laughed as [name] weakly spat out the sand in his mouth, the reindeer rolling side to side from his amusement. this made [name] focus on torturing him now, prodding and poking at chopper’s sides to tickle him.

everyone watched as [name] expertly dealt with chopper who was laughing at him, making the reindeer cry out for mercy for the tickling to stop.

just as [name] was about to let up on his torture method, there was a rumbling that shook the whole ground. everyone looked up in worry, seeing some sort of sand storm…? coming there way. but as usopp put his goggles on, the crew found out that it was just luffy bringing trouble towards them at high speeds.

[name] squinted, grimacing as he saw how huge the creature behind luffy was.

“a sandora dragon!!” vivi cried out in surprise.

“vivi, i feel like you really need to work on telling us these things beforehand,” [name] sighed, running a hand through his hair. vivi apologized quietly, but he simply shrugged his shoulders to show it wasn’t the biggest deal. after all, he just saw an oppurtunity for a good meal in front of him now.

“they’re the largest living replies in the desert,” [name] whistled at the description, “and they will wait under the sand for their prey. they have sharp claws and fangs, but they hardly ever use them. the reason being that they tend to swallow their prey whole,”

“he really does have a gift for attracting trouble,” ace said in amused voice, being the only one that was languidly sitting down on the sand.

“luffy, come quick, bring the food to us!!!” [name] shouted with his hands cupped over his mouth to project his voice more clearly.

“don’t just care about the reptile, how about saving luffy’s life?!” nami said, chopping [name] down on the head.

“we’ll take care of it,” sanji and zoro said in unison, rushing forward and prepared to attack the monster.

[name] hummed in appreciation, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet as he realized they were going to be eating good. in a second’s notice, the monster was done and dead — making [name] clap his hands in glee.

out of nowhere, though, he turned around in an instant and lifted his hand up in the air.

“ace, out of the way,” he said, tilting his head to the side to encourage the male to step just slightly over to the left. ace obeyed, looking in interest as another one of the monsters sprung out from the sand.

“i should’ve mentioned that they always hunt in pairs!!”

“mention these things!!” everyone shouted at vivi as [name] took his turn in taking care of the monster.

[name] lifted his hand up mimicking the shape of a gun with his fingers. the monster was looking directly at him. he closed one of his eyes, as if he was looking down the barrel of a gun and pretended as if he had just shot it off. his hand flinched backwards, “pew,” leaving his lips and then the monster in front of him had fallen over immediately.

“what was that technique?!” usopp shouted in fear, seeing that the monster was definitely dead at how lifelessly it had fallen back onto the sand.

”[name]’s really scary,” nami said, crocodile tears falling from her eyes.

“a monster!” chopper was the one to ironically yell that bit out, making [name] laugh.

“double the food supply! aren’t i just the best guys?” [name] grinned, looking childish despite the great feat he had just showed off. ace walked over with a low whistle, ruffling [name]’s head with his warm hand.

“the bestest, now let’s get sanji over here to cook this up for us,”

soon enough, the strawhats were eating an abundance of cooked meat. and once [name] was done eating to his heart’s content, he briefly passed out. unfortunately, zoro was sitting beside him so he had to hold up the weight of [name]’s sleeping body on his back.

he grunted in annoyance, angry tick marks forming on his face as he saw everyone was getting ready to go.

“someone take this idiot off of my hands!!!” he shouted at the crew, subconsciously holding [name] up in a piggy back position so the sleeping man wouldn’t fall off.

“hurry up guys, if you don’t catch up, you’ll never leave out of this desert alive!!!” nami teasingly called out to them, happily riding on the back of lashes, their new camel, with vivi. she didn’t have to worry about exerting too much effort in walking around now.

“hey!! i said, someone get this guy off my back or i’m leaving him here!” zoro shouted, hating how he was stuck carrying [name] around. “hey, [name]!! wake up right now, i’m not fucking around!”

“five more minutes,” [name] sleepily called out.

“fuck off, you can shove that five more minutes up your ass!”

“why are you saying such crude things, zoro, i don’t want anything up my ass,” [name] said, his eyes still shut and his words slurring together, “oh, you’re not as hot as i thought, you’re kind of like a cooler, i like this,”

“get off!!!”

“zoro, zoro, carry me too!” chopper called out, jumping up and down in a hurry seeing as everyone was already running off to follow nami.

this made the swordsman curse several times over before allowing chopper to grab onto [name], who zoro settled on carrying around. he’d just make [name] owe him back tenfold later.

zoro ran along with the group, not wanting to be left behind and was cursing [name] the entire way.

“i guess your status is also turned into camel too, huh, marimo?” sanji teased, seeing as zoro was now carrying the weight of two crewmates. “or maybe, desert camels are smarter than you,”

“shut up, pervy cook! i’ll slice you up,” zoro warned, glaring daggers into the blonde.

“is it my fault you’re the camel?” sanji shot back, grinning as he saw it only made zoro more pissed off.

“that’s it!” zoro threw [name] off of his back, making his still and sleeping body roll over in the sand several times down a hill. “i’ll kill you now, perv!”

[name] scratched his eyes awake, yawning and jumping up to his feet as he felt re-energized after his nap. he walked back up the hill he was thrown off of, blinking several times when he saw sanji and zoro fighting.

he punched the back of their heads, yawning as he did so, “come on, guys, fighting isn’t always the answer. let’s catch up with nami and vivi,”

“stop acting like you know what’s happening!!” the duo shouted at [name]’s back, their anger towards each other being washed away and instead growing towards [name].

the h/c haired man waved his hand dismissively, urging chopper and usopp to follow him.

“come back here, bastard!!!”

but [name] just ignored them, allowing chopper to climb on his back, and then continued walked onward. they walked in a straight line for a couple of moments before he noticed that the footprints the camel should’ve left behind were suddenly stopped.

“that’s weird,” he commented, looking around to find if they had simply gone off track.

“yeah, their footprints end here,” usopp added on.

“i wonder where they went off to-”

[name]’s words were cut off when a rumbling was heard, coming from their right. luffy was the first one to realized what it was, running forward and shouting for water.

it was a pirate ship, sailing through the sand rather than through the water and it made [name] tilt his head in confusion, “it looks stupid,”

“nevermind that! they have nami and vivi, we should go down there too,” zoro grunted in surprise, seeing the two familiar faces tied down to the main mast of the ship.

[name] furrowed his eyes brows, running down the sand hill and watching as luffy crashed right into the wooden mast, effectively breaking it in half. due to the troubles he had caused the other pirate crew, he promised to make it up to them.

nami and vivi were soon released from their confinements, but [name] was still on edge. he checked in with both of them to make sure that they were fine and when they replied that they were just shaken up, he nodded in understanding.

he stood in the middle of both of them keeping them a close distance.

“i swear i’ll make it up to you!” luffy cried out, watching as they lowered some sort of wooden sled down to the sand. [name] quirked his eyebrow up in interest, wondering how this would play out.

and just as the captain of the ship was laying down the information for luffy, there was a sudden shift in the air around [name] and vivi. the man lifted his head up and glared at what seemed to be nothing. his hand grabbed onto vivi’s waist and pushed her to the side.

his body shielded hers, just in case, and he cursed under his breath as a sudden axe was boomaranged towards them.

“oi, what gives?” he asked, glowering down at the woman who had thrown the axe. “what were you planning on doing exactly?”

she rolled her eyes at his questions, seemingly unimpressed with his attitude and shifted her gaze onto vivi. the princess was still wrapped and almost completly engulfed by [name]’s figure, who was acting as a protective barrier between the two women.

“these people aren’t familiar with the desert, but you are. you — are coming with us to retrieve more wood,”

“ha, over my dead body,” [name] spoke in a cold tone, threateningly stepping closer to the woman. he felt vivi’s hand wrap around his wrist to stop him, but he didn’t even falter in his steps, “like hell i’ll let her go out there with you, someone who just tried murdering her,”

“[name], stop! it’s fine!” vivi cried out, feet digging into the sand to stop [name] from pummelling the woman in front of them, “it’s best if i go with luffy anyway, i can drive one of the sleds,”

“then i’m coming with you,” [name] said stubbornly, turning his gaze to the princess, “that idiot is just going to suffocate you in more trouble,”

“no, the sleds only can fit two people at a time,” she informed him, making a displeased look come onto his face.

“then you’re not going,” he finalized, but she simply shook her head.

“i want to go, i’ll be fine,”

seeing how determined she was to assist luffy, [name] finally gave up and allowed her to board the sled. before they had set off, though, he grabbed the woman’s arm, the one that tried attacking him and vivi, and glared through her soul.

“if she comes back with a scratch, i’m killing you and this entire shit crew,” he squeezed her wrists tight to emphasize this point, “understand?”

she scoffed, trying to free her arm from [name]’s hold. cursing under her breath when she realized that the grip he had ensnared around her wrist was iron-strong.

”whatever,”

that left [name] unsatisfied, but he let her go.

he backed off, crossing his arms over his chest as he joined the rest of his own crew.

“what was that, [name]? seriously, do you not know how to play nice to others?” nami asked, sighing and rubbing her forehead. she thought back to [name]’s hostile attitude on drum island.

“just…staying on guard, we don’t know these people,” [name] explained.

“not everyone is bad,” usopp added in.

“no, not everyone is. but it’s better to be safe than sorry. remember, not all pirate crews are as forgiving as ours,” [name] said, turning from the group and boarding back onto the ship.

the longer his captain and friend were away the more angsty he was beginning to feel. he tried to not think about it too much, but his guard was still up. if these people weren’t who they were presenting themselves to be, he’d be the first to beat them up.

but then, vivi and luffy returned, with bright smiles on their faces. [name] met them as soon as they got their sand sled to stop, asking them if they were alright. the princess seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding and thanking [name] for being so vigilent.

“[name]!!” luffy cheered, throwing himself onto [name] and hugging him tightly. [name] finally cracked a smile, sending some of the crew into states of relief ([name]’s stoic face was scarier than a lot of them thought), and held onto luffy. “what’d you guys do while we were gone?”

”nothing, just thinking,” [name] answered with a shrug.

“don’t think too much, [name], i don’t know if you’d be able to handle that!” luffy said, seriously looking concerned, which only made [name] shake him off in annoyance.

“don’t insinuate that i’m more stupid than you!”

“now that we’ve settled business here though, don’t you think it’s time to set off?” zoro asked, making everyone else nod in agreement.

in no time, the group was packed up and venturing back into the heartless desert. and ace was no longer missing, coming up to the group riding some weird creature and dragging a sled behind him.

[name] immediately jumped off of zoro’s back, making the swordsman curse him for making him carry him in the first place, and ran up to his personal heater. he hugged him and almost knocked the both of them down onto the sand, if it weren’t for ace steadying them.

“where the hell have you been?” [name] breathed out, selfishly taking ace’s hat off of his head and putting it on himself.

“no, the question is where did you guys go - i was on the right track,” ace scolded, flicking [name]’s forehead and then looking past him and at the rest of the crew.

“what is this thing?” luffy asked as he looked at the odd reptile ace was riding on, attaching himself to [name]’s back as he joined the two.

[name] only grinned in happiness, coming to the late realization that he was back with the two most beloved men in his life. and they were all standing together. he made sure the hold he had on ace was tight and didn’t bother shaking luffy off of his back.

“doesn’t matter,” ace brushed the question off, turning around and motioning over to the sled, “i brought plenty of food and water,”

“oh! much appreciated! this should be more than enough for a good while,” sanji said, relieved to see that they now had a steady supply of food and water.

the crew went on to comment how ace was so responsibile compared to both luffy and [name]. vivi chimed in thought, a voice of concern, “don’t tell me…ace-san, you stole from that village?”

[name] looked up at ace, wondering the same thing. ace recognized the steely look in [name]’s face, as if the man was ready to scold him if he answered wrong, and began to sweat from stress.

“nothing of the sort! the rebel army — or more like the fake rebel army — gave it to me,” ace said, clearing up the story for both vivi and [name]. the h/c haired man nodded his head in pleasure at the answer and ace felt himself breathe a sigh of relief.

“fake? what do you mean fake?”

”they call themselves the rebel soldiers, but really, they’re just a band of hoodlums,” ace explained.

at his explanation, [name] couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved for the villagers. according to ace, most bandits weren’t going to risk it with even testing the rebel army based on name alone, so the village was left alone for the most part. and even though the hoodlums were most definitely manipulating the population of citizens, they did keep them safe, to an extent.

vivi seemed to agree with [name]’s opinion, but before they ventured off, she wanted to actually test the group of fake rebel soldiers. [name] grinned, feeling excited to do something else besides walking around the desert the whole time.

[name] began laughing, holding his stomach at the idea of bullying these poor frauds. ace scolded him lightly, “don’t be so sadistic about this, [name]. you look like you’re going to enjoy this a bit too much,”

“because i am, ace, imagine their faces,” [name] said, his shoulders moving up and down as he let out another hearty laugh.

“unbeleviable,” ace said, roughly ruffling [name]’s hair with a fond smile.

vivi began to explain, wanting all of them besides ace to act as merciless pirates. [name] nodded happily at the role given to him, humming his signature song to keep himself excited.

“hey, i remember that song,” ace breathed out, squeezing [name] tight to his chest, “i haven’t heard it since foosha village, though,”

“it’s one of a kind, of course you haven’t heard it before,” [name] said cockily making ace laugh at his comment.

“i really missed that song,” ace said quietly under his breath.

“hey, hey, lover boy, we’re about to get the show on the road,” zoro called out nonchalantly, making [name] whip his head around and slap him in the face.

“don’t ever repeat those words ever again, you ugly sea moss! i’d rather kill myself!!!”

“oh, in that case: lover b-”

[name] kicked zoro in the stomach, effectively making him shut up before he could finish his sentence. and as zoro was kneeling on the ground clutching his abdomen, [name] grabbed him by the collar and began dragging him through the sand.

“idiot marimo,” [name] breathed out, throwing zoro ahead so he could stand up by himself. “take your place, stupid swordsman!!!”

“i’ll kill you after this,” zoro rasped out, seemingly still out of breath due to [name]’s kick.

the sight that played out in front of them was a little bit pathetic, but [name] appreciated the guts that these fakes had. soon after their leader had punched luffy, vivi and nami gave a signal from the rocks to get them to retreat. [name] laughed, grabbing zoro by the collar again and making him run at his pace so they could get out of there.

“bastards! everyone run, that’s the real rebel soldiers for you!!” sanji shouted.

“they’re the scariest men i’ve ever encountered!” usopp followed driving the point home.

“i’m so scared!!” [name] laughed, not really helping as his tone of voice sounded far too happy to be actually “scared.”

“i’m terrible at plays like this,” zoro said under his breath, pink cheeks showing just how embarrassed he was.

“wah, zoro, that’s the hardest i’ve ever seen you blush, how endearing,” [name] teased, pinching the man’s cheeks as he spoke.

for the rest of the journey, [name] stayed right in between zoro and ace. he wanted to stay near ace, for obvious reasons, and kept zoro close because the swordsman had a more mellowed out personality.

and for how hot, tired, and dehydrated [name] was, he didn’t need to be caught up in all of luffy’s shenanigans. usopp, sanji, and chopper could fill that area for him, just for now.

“so, ace, was [name] always a big dumbass?” zoro asked out of nowhere, making the referred to man almost jump at him to beat him up. ace’s arm around his waist held him from doing so, though.

“yep, even worse when he was a kid,” ace said, humming in thought, “i guess now he became more aware of it,”

“liar! i’m not a dumbass, you’re just trying to make me look bad right now!” [name] shouted in an accusatory tone.

“hm, let me think,” ace ignored [name]’s complaints, only making said complaints grow louder at the prospect of being ignored, “well, there was one time he thought he was drinking orange juice and it turned out to be booze. then there was another time he accidentally almost cut his entire arm off with his sword, something about how was pretending to be a samurai in front of the mirror and got carried away. oh! he also-”

“that’s enough!!!” [name] interuppted, clamping ace’s mouth shut with his hands. then he turned to zoro with a pleading look in his eyes, “just forget you heard him say any of that — they’re all lies anyway,”

“pretending to be a samurai in the mirror, huh?” zoro teasingly echoed, the words making [name] want the ground to swallow him whole, “i’m never forgetting that, dumbass!! haha!”

“ace, you’re my sworn enemy, aren’t you?” [name] asked as he tried moving farther from the man.

ace quickly realized this and captured [name] by an arm resting around his shoulder. he leaned down and whispered into [name]’s ear, “c’mon, you know you love me!”

[name]’s eyes widened at ace’s tone and how close he was, but he quickly got it together by slamming his open palm onto ace’s face, “fuck off, creep! don’t talk to me like that ever again!”

nami and vivi had a good view of everything happening around them from atop lashes. the navigator laughed at ace and [name], “they kind of do quarrell like lovers,”

“it’s impressive how forward ace seems to be with [name],” vivi commented making nami hum in agreement.

“do you think luffy has the capabilities of being like that too? wonder if its a trait that ace developed on his own or if it could be shared between them cause of how they grew up…” vivi’s voice trailed off in thought.

they paused and looked at luffy, who was moaning and whining about the lack of water, and they both uniamously decided, “there’s no way he could ever conjure up thoughts like those,” nami sweat dropped, vivi nodding in agreement.

after ace’s insistence on keeping [name] close, he finally got the h/c haired man to settle down and the two walked together again. they decided to make a stop for some food and water, settling on top of some rocks.

[name] and ace sat atop of one that overlooked the entire camp.

“ace, when are you gonna be leaving?” [name] asked, digging into his food.

their robes were discarded, seeing as they were in the shade, and since they were no longer in the blazing heat, [name]’s mood had improved tremendously. he was speaking in softer tones and had a pleased look on his face.

“i’m not sure, but with how badly it sounds like you want me gone, i might leave soon,” [name] frowned at ace’s teasing, making the freckled man laugh, “but i really don’t know when. i missed you a lot too, so i’m trying not to think too much about leaving,”

[name] nodded in understanding, leaning his head on ace’s shoulder as he put his plate down, “you’re an idiot,”

“oh? what’d i do this time?”

“for not joining us and instead dragging yourself into whitebeard’s crew, damn geezer,” [name] said bitterly, playing with the laces of ace’s boots. said man looked at [name] lovingly, eyes softening noticeably.

“i know, i know,” ace said gently, rubbing up and down [name]’s tattooed back, “i guess i did break my promise,”

“yeah, don’t think i forgot,” [name] said with a real frown, “i’ll never forgive you for that. when you promised that, ace, i really thought you were gonna keep your end of the deal,”

ace sighed, sensing that [name] was seriously upset with him. so he turned his torso towards [name] and grabbed both sides of his face, “i still care about you, y’know?” [name] rolled his eyes, trying to break free from ace’s hold, but the man didn’t budge, “i’m really sorry, but i’ll make it up to you some way,”

“yeah, how’d you plan on doing that?”

“marrying you, of course,” ace smiled. but it wasn’t a cheeky grin that [name] usually saw after ace said ridiculous things like that. it was a genuine smile, one that was usually only reserved for [name] — not that the man knew that, of course. there was a side of ace that he didn’t reveal to anyone but [name], after all.

this type of vulnerablity would send his closest friends on whitebeard’s ship into a coma from pure shock.

“you’re gonna seriously marry me?” [name] asked, not looking impressed.

“yeah, undying love, i already got the vows half written in my head,” ace said, flicking the brim of his hat on [name]’s head with a smile, “i’m just waiting for the right time,”

“and when’s the right time then?”

“the next time we see each other, i’ll definitely propose to you,”

[name] laughed, leaning into ace’s side even more. the whitebeard pirate had a smirk on his face as he threw his arm around [name]’s shoulder, “you’re funny, ace,”

“just promise me you’ll say yes when i do,”

“pft, in your dreams. i’d never seriously marry a dumbass like you,” [name] said, further pressing himself into ace’s warmth. “and!! as if i’d make a promise to you when you can’t even make a promise that you’d keep!! so you can just fuck off,”

“ah, [name], you wound my heart,” ace said, clenching his chest as a ways of showing how “in pain” he was.

suddenly, he knocked the side of his head onto [name]’s before standing up. “come with me,” he said quickly, taking [name]’s wrist in his warm hand and dragging him off.

“but, ace, i’m still cooling off!” [name] whined, trying to stop himself from being tugged, but with one sharp pull from ace, he had no other choice. ace dragged [name] far away from the camp, seemingly following an invisible path that [name] couldn’t see.

ace hopped onto a rock and [name] followed, blinking in surprise when he saw two little children in front of him.

“the badlands, huh?” ace echoed, looking down at the two siblings. “from that rustic nowheresville?”

“ace, who are these kids? you know them?” [name] asked in confusion, wondering why they seperated from the group for this.

”who are you? you can’t have this food back?”

the food, [name] thought in confusion. he peered intently at the two, seeing that they were shielding a piece of meat away from him and ace. putting two and two together, he concluded that these kids probably just stole from their base.

well, whatever, they could’ve had as much food as they wanted if they had just asked, [name] thought to himself.

then out of nowhere, one of them pulled a gun from behind their back. [name] whistled at the sight, leaning against ace’s side as they stared directly at the barrel of the gun. the boy holding it suddenly moved their aim at [name], making the h/c haired man quirk his eyebrow in anticipation.

with a bang, the gun had went off and a bullet came shooting out. [name] didn’t bother moving though, because in an instant ace had thrown a small pebble into the line of fire and stopped the bullet from going anywhere near his person.

“hey, kids, don’t play with dangerous things like that so casually,” [name] warned, wagging his finger back and forth as he scolded them.

“good little boys should be brushing their teeth before sleepy-bye,” ace commented, looking down at the two with a grin.

“i have a favor to ask!! there’s someone i want you to catch,” one of them shouted desperately, “i’ll pay you one million beri if you get rid of them!…i can’t pay it right now, but i will pay it when i grow up!”

[name] kneeled down in front of the kids, “who is it? someone messing with you?” he asked, tone calm as he spoke. nami and usopp were now standing behind him and ace, but he didn’t pay them any mind.

“please! find this man!” a dirtied photo was shoved into [name]’s face and he leaned back to get a good look at the picture. “my brother and i’ve followed him out here to the badlands. his name is scorpion, he’s a bounty hunter.”

the rest of the straw hats, minus luffy, were now surrounding these two children.

“why do you guys have business with a bounty hunter?” nami asked in concern, seeing how young and small the children were.

as they were about to answer, ace spoke up, “i have business with him too. a man in yuba was said to defeat blackbeard, his name was scorpion. my reason for going to yuba is to talk to him,”

“ace, do you really think this guy defeated blackbeard?” usopp asked, looking at the photo with an unimpressed look on his face.

“well, the only way to find out is to meet him. you wanna come, [name]?”

[name] glanced at the two children for a moment before solidifying that he’d go along, “yeah, if the kids are asking for it, then i have to do it,” he said with a stern voice.

another moment that the crew realized [name] was more terrifying than he often let on. that stoic look on his face, the way his voice seemed to drop octaves when he became more serious. he just became scarier in times like that.

“a-ace…? [name]? like fire fist ace?!” the boys shouted, then pointing at [name], “you’re the cursed orphan - we’ve heard of you!”

[name] grinned in glee, “you wanna be like me when you grow up, don’t ya?” he said with a proud tone to his voice.

“i don’t think anyone wants to be as psychotic as you!” usopp shouted, having whiplash from the personality switch he had just witnessed.

[name] furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “but hey, why do you want us to take care of that old guy? what’s he done?” he asked.

just as the boys were about to answer, ace suddenly stood up and looked out in the horizon.

“two people, and…” ace said out of nowhere, eyes squinted as he looked into the distance.

“a bird,” [name] finished the sentence, making the crew turn to them in confusion.

a second later, chopper’s nose twitched as he also picked up on the scents that were coming towards them.

“fire fist ace!!! i’m here to take your head and collect your bounty!” the old man on the bird proclaimed and upon closer inspection, everyone soon realized it was the scorpion that the kids were searching for.

“that’s a little pathetic,” [name] said under his breath, showing an unimpressed look on his face, “i’m not really for beating up pathetic looking guys,”

“oh, everyone? you’re here?” luffy’s voice shouted, looking at his crew that were standing around ace and [name].

“luffy?! what are you doing here?” everyone but zoro and ace shouted in unison.

“hey, ace, this fight is serious, don’t pull your punches!!” luffy laughed, teeth on display.

“i wasn’t planning to!” ace shot back, before composing himself, “but there’s something i wanna ask him, too!!”

“here i come, fire fist ace!!”

[name] moved aside, not wanting to be involved any longer see as he put two and two together. so instead, he took a seat on the stone and watched the fight commence.

ace packed up the fight pretty quickly, a single punch to the man’s stomach being able to knock him out of the fight completely. it was a pathetic sight and [name] was glad it was put to an end sooner rather than later.

“stop, dad!!” the voice of the boys that were hiding behind the rock shouted.

“dad?!” they all shouted in unison, minus [name] who let a smile creep onto his face.

“cute,” he said under his breath, watching as the boys worriedly ran to the arms of their father. it was a heartwarming sight, one that he wasn’t used to seeing in the cruel world that was full of heartless pirates and marines.

so he took in the sight and hugged his knees to his chest. a gentle smile was on his face and he rested his cheek against his palm. a crew member caught the serene look on [name]’s face and their own expression softened in surprised at the sight.

when he looked relaxed like that, he was actually quite handsome, they thought to themselves. 

then the bazooka that the dad was carrying was dropped onto the ground. he traded the bazooka to properly hug his crying children and bringing them into his arms.

the gun had rolled off of the sandy dune and accidentally fired off into the stone pillar behind them.

the crew watched with shocked eyes as everything above their heads began to crumble. [name] acted quick, as did ace.

ace made the stones fire backwards with an attack that knocked over other stone pillars as well and [name] quickly transported himself, using soru, to go right next to the family. he made sure to have a hold on all of them before using the technique once more to move away from the falling debris.

“[name]!” the two children shouted in shock, holding onto his pant leg with clenched fists.

“are you all right?” he gently asked, patting down their ruined hair, “you’re troublesome kids, huh? you’re worrying your dad and even worrying me,” [name] joked. the kids tearfully looked at their father who was, thanks to [name], unharmed.

“hey, old man, did you die?” luffy asked, kneeling down to get a good look at scorpion’s face.

“don’t be ridiculous!” the man gruffly said, sitting upright and collecting his kids into his arms. “scorpion-sama is indestructible!”

[name] clicked his tongue at the father’s attempt in easing his kids’ minds, shaking his head in amusement.

the family soon collected themselves, said their thanks to the crew and ace, and were ready to be on their way. [name] walked ahead of the crew and caught the father on his wrist.

everyone watched in curiousity as [name] leaned into the man’s ear and whispered something to him. in a couple of seconds after saying that, the man nodded his head, newfound tears in his eyes, and gave [name] a rough pat on the shoulder.

then they all bid each other goodbye with wide waves and smiles.

unfortunately, seeing as blackbeard was no longer in alabasta, ace had no reason to be there anymore.

i jinxed it, [name] thought to himself, sighing in forlorn.

“where are you gonna go now?” sanji asked.

“scorpion said that blackbeard was seen somewhere west of here, so i’ll head in that direction,” ace replied easily, digging into his pocket and pulling out a white scrap of paper. he threw it to luffy, who caught it with a confused look on his face, “always hang on to that,”

“what? it’s just a white scrap of paper,” luffy said, blinking owlishly.

”that scrap of paper will bring you and me together again sometime,” ace informed the group, making luffy open the paper up to its full size, “it’s natural for a big brother to worry about his bungling kid brother.”

ace’s smile was so wide that his eyes turned into crescent moons and [name] felt nothing but bliss when he saw the sight.

“he might be a bit much for you to handle, but take good care of ‘im,” a polite bow followed, “and luffy, the next time we meet, we’ll be top pirates. come to the top! and who knows, if you try really hard, then you might have a higher bounty than [name] when that time comes!”

“impossible,” [name] grinned, making luffy shake his head with steam coming out of his ears.

“i definitely will!”

“and speaking of,” ace said, grabbing [name] by his forearm and whisking him away, “gotta give a private farwell to [name]!!”

the crew watched as ace dragged [name] ahead, luffy calling out, “oi! don’t bother trying to steal him from me, jackass!!” as a safety precaution.

ace turned the corner to have [name] leaning against one of the rock pillars surrounding them. he dug into his pocket and pulled out another white scrap of paper, “this is yours,”

“huh? but you already gave one to luffy, i can just-”

“i want you to have your own,” ace cut him off. and as he put the piece of paper into [name]’s hand, he lifted his hand up and took his hat off of [name]’s head and returned it to its rightful place.

“ace-”

“i don’t want this to be a mushy goodbye, i just wanted to have you to myself before i left,” ace confessed, holding [name] tight by the shoulders, “we’ll meet again, [name], and when we do, i’ll keep my end of the deal, promise,”

[name] laughed at ace’s childish promise that he made earlier, but didn’t poke fun at it. whether or not he actually said yes or not could be something he worried about later.

for now, it was just him and ace and the desert around them.

“i’ll make sure to find you, someway,” ace said, bringing [name]’s hand into his own, “i’ll miss you,”

[name]’s lip quivered, wondering why it was so hard to say bye to ace this time, when it was such a breeze before. ace chuckled at [name]’s expression, taking him in by the back of his neck and forcing him into a tight hug.

without hesitation, arms were wrapped around ace’s waist.

“together,” [name] said against the skin of ace’s chest.

“in chaos,” ace finished, pulling away and proudly showing off the tattooed ink on his ribs. the words they said to each other was etched into his skin permanently in a neat print. right over where his heart was.

“fucking idiot.” [name] cursed, collecting himself to some extent.

he folded up the white paper, pushing it to be safe under the cloth tied around his wrist and he slapped ace on the shoulder.

“you kill blackbeard and go straight to whitebeard,” [name] commanded, making ace nod his head with a grin on his face.

“obviously,”

“then, i’ll see you next time, ace!”

although the goodbye was painful, [name] knew that there was nothing to worry about. last time, he thought it’d be years until he saw ace again. then coincidentally, the two ran into each other again in alabasta, in a restaurant setting again.

it was fate, ace and [name] both thought in their heads, but never vocalizing.

when the two would see each other again, it’d be in a restaurant, on pure chance, and in complete stupor of the other one being there.

maybe it’d be in a quiet village where they weren’t wanted pirates. maybe it’d be in a small town where no one else knew their name, but each other.

and with that reminder ringing in [name]’s head, he felt no worry or stress as he waved ace goodbye.

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[ .ᐟ ] very long chapter, but I COULDN’T HELP BUT INDULGE MORE IN ACE CONTENT I’M SORRY

[ .ᐟ ] also yes i am claiming my love mine all mine as ace and mcs song !!!!!!!! i am staking the claim here right now!!!!!!!  its theirs sorry (these playlists/song matchups are so fun to do and aces and mcs is ltr perfect i wish you guys knew how perfect it was but i guess we're just gonna have to WAIT) 

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'you're my favourite' 18+

oneshot - aerith and tifa can't seem to hide their feelings much longer. when they find themselves alone at the bar, it's all too much (2.2k words) pairing - aerith gainsborough & tifa lockhart (final fantasy 7 remake / rebirth) a/n - this is an older piece from around 2022 but i thought it would be good to finally post it to tumblr! tags - table sex, fingering, squirting (oops), wet & messy, friends to lovers, minimal plot, cute / sweet, sort of dom!aerith and sub!tifa? this is utter filth im so sorry

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it was a sunday night, the night aerith usually helped at seventh heaven. she enjoyed the hustle and bustle and excited chatter from the guests. most of all, though, she enjoyed watching tifa gently tend to customers. there was care in her voice with each one and a warm smile to accompany her kind words.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the last customers made their way through the door and silence filled the room. tifa let a long, held-in sigh finally escape. the exhale eased her muscles and she placed her hands on the table in front of her, bowing her head slightly.

“weekend officially complete..” she said, defeated.

aerith grins as she waltzes over toward her slightly taller friend. bending over, she brushes tifa’s hair from her face to reveal her eyes. “we did it!” a pause and a chuckle, “well.. you did it.”

tifa matches her grin, cheeks flushing at the gentle contact. she stands straight and places her hands on her hips, “hey, don’t put yourself down like that! i couldn’t have gotten through this without my favourite helper!”

“faaaavourite?” aerith gasps softly with a coy smile, lifting herself onto the table to sit, legs hanging. she noted the flush on tifa’s cheeks, god she was so cute, wasn’t she? none of the men here deserved her, but who was aerith to say that?

a giggle slipped from tifa’s lips and she did her best to stifle it with her hand, “don’t act like it isn’t obvious!” she leans over to grab a bottle from behind the other, brushing aerith’s arm with her breasts. shit. her cheeks flush brighter, time for a joke. “i better be your favourite too!”

the flower girl was blushing too, kicking her legs slightly as a nervous tic. “my most favourite.” she admits, looking up at her with admiration before taking the bottle from tifa’s hand. “sunday is my favourite day of the week, you know, because... well, i get to spend time with you.” she can’t help but smile.

her eyes widened, and tifa’s face was bright red by this point. her heart thoroughly warmed, and now racing, she reached to take the bottle back to take it back to the bar. “..me too.” it was almost as though there was electricity sparking between them, she felt herself being pulled closer but did her best to remain composed.

grabbing her wrist, aerith takes it in her other hand and pushes it down to her lap, resting tifa’s hand on her thigh. a moment passed, and aerith set the bottle down on the table, her eyes resting upon tifa’s once more. they both stared, inching closer, hearts racing, hands shaking.

“kiss me.” aerith finally whispered, inches from tifa’s lips, “please.”

tifa did as she was told, leaning in to softly plant her lips against the others. they both instantaneously melted, letting out soft exhales into their mouths. aerith tucked tifa’s hair behind her ear, placing a hand on her cheek and rubbing softly with her thumb. the kiss grew in intensity, they had waited long enough - the longing stares, the occasional accidental touch, they wanted this, they needed this.

aerith’s other hand found its way to tifa’s chest, grabbing a breast that earned a soft yelp. the two giggled through their kiss and aerith grabbed one of tifa’s bracers, pulling her down onto her. pressed together, tifa felt a moan escape her as aerith continued to massage, it felt.. good, to be touched like this, especially by aerith. she wanted to ask for more, but she wasn’t sure how.

the moans and the pressure of tifa on top of her had aerith on edge, the way she slotted between her legs so perfectly, she could feel the wetness building. the urge to be touched was growing stronger, but most of all, she wanted to touch her, to feel how wet she was, and to have her writhing beneath her touch. her hand made its way from her cheek downwards until it found her skirt, inching underneath it to her shorts.

“p..please..” tifa breaks the kiss to whisper before burying her face back into the kiss to avoid any embarrassment. this had aerith grinning, so adorable...

and so, her hand went beneath over her underwear as she palmed at her wetness. aerith pulled back from the kiss and let out a soft breath, looking at tifa through hooded lids. “is.. is this okay?” she continuously works her hand. she’d… never done anything like this before, but it suddenly made sense.

tifa nods enthusiastically and bites her lip to contain her nerves, reaching down to place her hand over aerith's as she leans in to gently kiss her neck. her hips begin to rock against the friction, feeling soft moans creep up along her throat.

aerith melts, leaning back against the cool wood of the table as she gasps at the wet kisses on her skin and at how slick her fingers were becoming even through the fabric. feeling tifa rock against her touch, shit... it was so hot.

using her other hand, tifa shakily undoes aerith’s dress, going button by button. her dress falls open on either side. the cool air nips at her exposed body and causes her back to arch. more...

she’d had enough playing around, she needed to feel her, to have her warmth in her hands. aerith slipped a trembling hand beneath tifa’s underwear. it was there that she found the true goldmine. her hands were immediately drenched in tifa’s juices, fingers sliding over her exposed clit causing her to bite down on aerith’s neck. in a chain reaction, aerith winced and let out a low moan.

“touch me, i want you to touch me.” aerith says breathlessly through moans, “i want.. i want you to feel how wet i am for you.”

tifa continuously lets out soft moans against aerith’s neck, unbelievably turned on by how she worked her fingers. her legs grew weak. it was her turn.

she pulled back to quickly remove her shirt, breathing through the moans that threatened to escape as she did so. aerith looked up at her and watched how her face twitched with each swirl of a finger, and how the moans threatened to escape even more when her finger dipped further down. and then, tifa removed her bra. aerith’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes were drawn to her breasts. she’d always admired them, always wanted to touch them, to feel them in her mouth and around her lips. now, she could feel herself drooling, saliva welling up around her tongue.

a bashful side overtook tifa and she gently led aerith’s hand out of her underwear, missing the touch as soon as it was gone. she gave her a gentle smile as she removed her bracers, removing her skirt, shorts, and underwear. tifa stepped out of her garments and stood, playing with her hands, face extremely flushed.

aerith simply admired her, leaning back against the table to take in the full view, it creaked beneath her. “tifa..” she spoke softly, “you’re beautiful.” sitting up to reach out and take her hands to see her full body, the smaller one smiled up at her. it was only fair she shared too. her jacket is tossed to the side leaving her dress to completely slip from her shoulders along with wriggling off her underwear. shyly, she removes her bra. 

tifa watches in awe, admiring the other slender frame. she seemed so delicate, yet she held such a massive and powerful personality, like a little ball of fire. “you’re.. you’re stunning, i..” tifa takes her in her arms, wrapping her in a close embrace and attempting not to let nerves get the best of her as their breasts touch. the skin-on-skin contact, the way tifa slotted in against aerith’s thighs. hot breath was exchanged between them as aerith wrapped her legs and arms around her.

moving her mouth towards her ear, aerith whispers in a hushed tone, “..fuck me. here. now. on this table. i want you to fuck me..”

a shaky breath makes its way out of tifa’s mouth and she nods in response. pulling back, she looks into her eyes for a moment before kissing her deeply. they began to rock in sync, both craving contact, as though they could not get close enough.

she hadn’t forgotten her request, tifa places a hand firmly against the table as she pushes aerith down against it. her other hand explores her body, rolling against her nipples and down along her tummy. her skin was so soft, and she loved the way aerith reacted beneath her. finally, her fingers reached her mound and tifa carefully slipped her fingers between her slit. she tried not to gasp through the kiss as she felt how slick she was, her fingers glided across her folds as aerith mewled and whined as though she had been waiting for this forever.

“you’re so wet for me..” tifa mumbles.

aerith mewls some more in response, hand desperately searching for tifa’s pussy - she craved it, she was hungry for it. when she found it, her body relaxed, enjoying the wetness between her fingers as she worked her clit, over… and over… slowly building. tifa cries out, breaking the kiss, legs shaking. the table creaked beneath the weight of the two, the bottles clanking with each buck of the hips.

their breath picked up as tifa’s fingers edged closer to aerith’s silky hole, a finger slipping in with ease.

“mh- ah!” aerith yells, relishing finally having the one she loved inside of her. she rolls her hips further in an attempt to get her deeper. her pace quickened on tifa’s clit, lost in the bliss.

“you like that..?” tifa whispers, inserting another finger, “does.. that feel good, hm?” her soft nurturing voice was like an alluring song, coaxing aerith further.

a moan was all she could respond with as tifa’s fingers slipped in and out of her hole in a rhythmic motion. aerith returned the favor, tracing her fingers along tifa’s lips down toward her needy hole. shaky moans were exchanged between the two as aerith’s three fingers glided inside. she used her thumb to flick her clit, causing tifa to squirm, she followed suit with her thumb.

the two were a quivering mess, moans growing in intensity as their wet juices flowed along each other's hands. they had wanted this for so long, to feel one another, to see wetness drip from their thighs in hunger.

tifa presses her forehead to aerith’s, picking up the pace to keep up with the intensity of aerith’s high-pitched moans. she was fucking her with force, her fingers working inside, curling. the bottles flew from the table, the wood rocking against the floor threatening to tip. with the combined swirling of her swollen, begging clit, aerith felt herself growing closer. her stomach sucks in, a deep pleasure growing from inside.

the way she was begging without words, the way their juices coated the table below them, the way aerith’s fingers were desperately swirling and inserting and gliding, tifa felt herself close too.

“c..cum with me..” aerith whines, spreading her legs further and throwing her head back before she lets out a yell, “mhhhh! please! more!”

she had to stop herself from cumming on the spot, tifa hunches over aerith completely, a hand swirling across her left nipple. “i’ll cum with you.. i… nghh.. i’m not going to last longer.”

“i’m gonna.. i’m gonna s.. s- ahhh ahh mhh nghhhhh!!” aerith finds herself completely lost, her mind glazing over as the climax grows nearer. her fingers fuck tifa furiously, flicking her clit over and over whilst relishing in the feeling of tifa’s long, stiff fingers inside of her. she felt herself clamping down, shaking, a rushing sensation - she was going to squirt, shit.

tifa places her head down on aerith’s chest, whining and crying - was the table going to collapse? fuck, she didn’t care. she just wanted to cum with aerith, to feel her writhe and beg, to make her feel good.

and it was building.. slowly in her core, rising through her stomach to her chest. tifa felt her orgasm course throughout her entire body, squeezing down on aerith’s delicate fingers. her legs almost gave way as it made its way through her, her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs and landing at her feet.

aerith couldn’t hold back any longer, a large, explosive moan escaped her as she tipped over the edge - squirting and cumming and writhing with tifa’s fingers pumping in and out of her. they both cried out, and tifa hit that spot, causing aerith to squirt, even more, coating tifa’s stomach with her juices. waves upon waves of pleasure came crashing down, the room filled with moans and wet 'shlicking' before a second orgasm overcame the two. this one was more intense, the table threatened to give way as the creaking heightened. harder, faster, more, more, they both begged as they dripped.

slowly, the waves calmed, and the two were a sweating heap on the wet, slick table.

panting, tifa rests her head once more on aerith’s chest, slipping her fingers from her lover and placing her hand on her stomach. aerith too removed hers, bringing her fingers to her lips to lazily lick them.

“...see? you’re my favourite.” tifa huffs, breathless.

“hell yeah i am.” aerith grins, placing a gentle kiss on tifa’s crown.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

[itsrheasgirl]

WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW?

Chapter 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2235

SUMMARY: THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ISN’T ALL RHEA LOSES WHEN SHE’S FORCED TO TURN ON HER TAG TEAM PARTNER AND LONG TERM GIRLFRIEND IN ORDER TO GET A PUSH IN HER CAREER, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF ALL IS LOST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: N/A FOR THIS PART.

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The WWE and how its writers worked had never seemed to faze Rhea. She’d become so used to them throwing curveballs in her career that when Triple H pulled the two of you into his office after an average Monday Night Raw, she knew something was coming. It had been two weeks since the announcement had been made public that she would fight alongside you for a shot at the women’s tag team championship and you couldn’t be more excited if you tried, but Rhea, she knew it all seemed too easy. She hadn’t faced a title match recently without some sort of trouble to follow. They were pushing her career and she knew that, but she wished they would cut her some slack.

“So… we’ve got the breakdown for next weeks match and I just wanted to run it past you both in person.”

Immediately Rhea knew something was off. When it came down to the game plan, it always came via email, the full break down from beginning to end. Interviews and all.

Placing her palm down onto your thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze, she turned her sapphire gaze in your direction as a quizzical expression captured her features. You could feel the tremor that vibrated her palm as it lay against your exposed skin, your own fingers winding with hers to keep her hand steady.

It had only been a few months since you and Rhea had made your relationship public— even though you’d been in an off screen relationship for almost a year, but it had been welcomed with open arms by your fellow co-workers and the general public weren’t exactly mad about it either.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea pulled her focus from you and turned back to face Triple H head on as he leant back in his chair, chewing nervously at her lower lip.

“Demi you have to remember I don’t make the rules, this wasn’t my plan for you and I don’t want to hurt you— Either of you.”

Rhea’s palms began to sweat as the words sunk into her already panicked thoughts, mixing with the confusion that was washing over her about the whole situation. Triple H’s deep hues flicking away from his lock on her and over to you as he spoke. Your grasp around Rhea’s hand tightened slightly as you contemplated what had been said. He didn’t want to hurt you. What did that even mean?

“I tried my best to change this, I need you both to understand that but it was already approved, I was too late.”

Rhea’s heart began to pound in her chest, her panic only getting worse with each word that left Triple H’s lips. What could they possibly have planned that would shake up such a strong man to the point he had to apologize?

“Just spit it out, Paul!”

Rhea snapped, as she released your hand and slammed both her palms down hard against the desk before her. The loud bang echoing in your ears and causing a small gasp to bubble in your throat, you grasped gently at her shoulder and graze your thumb slowly along her soft skin.

“It can’t be that bad, baby.”

Your gaze was locked on Rhea as you continued to trace small circles against her shoulder blades, but hers was fixated on Triple H. He still hadn’t told you the breakdown and it was starting to itch at her brain, like a tic burrowing into her conscious.

“Then why are we here? Why wasn’t this sent out just like every other week? If it’s not that bad then why is he acting like this?”

Rhea’s jaw was clenched, the veins in her temples flaring and her fingertips turning white as she gripped at the edge of the desk. Each passing seconds causing more and more tension between the two individuals as you tried your best to keep Rhea calm.

Triple H inhaled a staggered breath as he joined his palms and placed them down against his desk, glancing at you swiftly before shifting his gaze down to his hand.

“You lose.”

Rhea’s features don’t even shift as she scoffs to his response, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she fights back a sarcastic laugh. Triple H wouldn’t have called the two of you into his office for a simple loss, you’d both experienced loses in your career and not once had they made such a big deal out of it.

“And that helps my push how, Paul? Because if I remember correctly the last time you had me in here you were telling me I was a superstar and about to get the headlines I deserved.”

She couldn’t take much more of this, it was all too cryptic and if she didn’t get answers from Triple H soon then she’d go get them from someone she knew wouldn’t make her wait.

“They’re breaking you up Dem, they want you to turn on Y/N after the match. That’s it, okay. Team’s over. I tried to fight for you, both of you. I told them this wasn’t fair but the decision is made and the betrayal is already in motion.”

Rhea’s heart sank in her chest as she bolted upright to a standing position, her chair flying backwards and almost toppling over as she once more slammed the flat of her palms down against Triple H’s desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You could see the sudden shock claim Triple H’s features as he witnesses Rhea’s outrage, his lips parting slightly in search of what to say next. Not like he really had the time to respond as Rhea shoved at his desk to drive it back towards him, her nostrils flaring as she once more raised her voice.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend Paul, what sick son of a bitch would write this. What kind of a story arch is it to destroy an actual fucking couple?”

You couldn’t believe the rage that was starting to burn behind Rhea’s eyes, her sparkling sapphire blues casted in a shade of black as she began to pace back and forth across the room, your gaze flitting between her and Triple H as he simply watched her without a word.

“You know what, no.”

Rhea stopped in her tracks and snapped her piercing gaze down to Triple H as he went to speak, her tone filled with so much upset and heartbreak.

“Change it, or I don’t fight!”

Rhea didn’t even give him time to reply before her swift strides had her moving in the direction of the door, swinging it open to have the block of wood collide with the wall behind it as she disappeared into the hallway.

It took a few moments for words to be exchanged once more, Triple H’s expression cloaked with disappointment as he turned his attention towards you. He could tell you were hurting too— even though you were hiding it well, exhaling a shallow breath before he addressed you head on.

“I’m sorry.”

Was all he was able to spit out as his broad palms rubbed over his face, words trapped in his throat as he process the best way to continue going.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off the door in which Rhea had left so abruptly, secretly hoping she’d come back and talk this out. You knew all about the push WWE had planned for her— you’d talked about it in length over a bottle of wine the night she’d found out, but you didn’t expect they would be separating you so soon. You were thrilled that Rhea was finally getting the shot she’d worked so hard for, but in turn it left you in the dust. Thrown aside like a used Kleenex.

Finally giving up on the idea of Rhea’s return, you shift your focus back to your management as he still sat face in palms at his desk. Maybe you’d have to be the one to talk with Rhea and bring her round to the idea, you wanted her to thrive— to be the superstar you knew she truly was and if that meant losing her, then so be it.

“What’s the rest of the plan, Paul?”

You questioned. Your tone was calm and almost consoling as your fingers wrapped around Triple H’s palm and pulled it down from his face, holding onto his callus fingers as you searched his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her. I can fix this, just tell me what she needs to know and I’ll make her listen.”

Maybe the words coming from you wouldn’t sting as hard and things would be able to play out the way the WWE intended, Rhea always listened to you when it came down to the importance of her career and if losing her meant she would become the strongest contender in the women’s roster, then that’s what would have to happen.

Triple H had yet to speak and you were beginning to worry, maybe this betrayal was worse than you thought. Giving his palm one more gentle squeeze, you release your hold and placed your palms flat against his.

“I can take it, Paul. Just tell me what she needs to know. Please.”

With a long exhale, Triple H finally lifted his gaze to meet your questioning ones. His lips curving into a warm smile as he leant back in his chair and placed his palms on the back of his neck.

“Edge wants her. The game plan is that she’s eventually going to be the newest addition to The Judgement Day.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your palm slowly sliding off the table to fall into your lap and you swallowed back the saliva that had pooled on your tongue. The Judgement Day, that’s what they had planned for Rhea? They were taking her away from you to put her with Edge?

Sure you had problems with Edge and Beth, both of them causing past issues for your career and leaving you almost ready to call it quits all together, but that’s where you are Rhea differed. She was strong. She could take a beating and keep going, nothing slowing her down. She didn’t need you to protect her, she could handle herself and this situation would be no different.

Chewing at the inside of your cheek and fighting back the desire to blow up in Triple H’s face, you force your lips into a faux smile. You didn’t want to be the reason Rhea’s career took a hit, even if the idea of Edge getting his hands on your girl tore at your heart. The Judgement Day could take Rhea places you couldn’t and as much as it hurt you, her career would always come first.

“When?”

Was all you could ask in a calm tone, worried that if you said much more your anger would become evident and you didn’t want Triple H to feel worse about the news he was giving you.

“Three weeks.”

Your mind went blank, you couldn’t breathe, the world around you felt like it was beginning to spin and all you could focus on was Rhea’s happiness. You had to— because if even for a second you let that focus slip, you’d lose her completely. You had to let your issues with Edge be just that, your issues and you had to support your girlfriend if you planned to keep her.

You wanted to say more. Triple H didn’t deserve to be belittled anymore than Rhea’s reaction already had done, but you couldn’t think of what was best. You could thank him for trying to stop the break up of your tag team, for supporting Rhea and helping her get the attention and success she deserved or you could just get up and leave. You’d already told Triple H you would let Rhea know the plan and now you knew it, there was no need for you to be there anymore.

Swallowing back more saliva that collected on your tongue, you rose from your seat and moved round to stand at Triple H’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

The room fell silent for a few more moments as you both delved into a deep contemplation, neither of you opening your mouth to speak first. There was a lot more to this situation that you wanted answers about, but you needed to get back to Rhea. You hoped she’d gone back to the hotel, but there was no knowing where she was until you went looking.

Placing your palm down onto Triple H’s shoulder, you gave it a gentle squeeze. He always looked out for Rhea and when the two of you had gone public about your relationship, he had been the most supportive out of the entire faction. He’d done all he could do and you were thankful for that, but now it was your job to convince Rhea she had to do this. For her future.

Crossing the room with swift strides, you turned back to face Triple H with a warm smile. He’d been put through a ringer of emotions and you didn’t want him thinking he’d caused damage that couldn’t be fixed. Exhaling a shallow sigh, you pulled your palm through long curls before knotting it up on the top of your head.

“Thanks for trying to save us, Paul.”

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A sliver of light hovers above the horizon. A glow, hardly even there, rests atop the sea as waves drag rounded pebbles along the shore with a soft shh. I can’t sleep. I crawled out of bed after three and walked straight to the water's edge without shoes, to find the sand cool and white beneath the glow of the quarter moon. I sit watching the sun graze the bottom of the sky like paint bleeding onto tissue. 

Sleep evades me sometimes for reasons I cannot explain. Insomnia arrives like this. It's like all those intense feelings and urges in my body. I can't verbalise them. I sit in boxer shorts and a hoodie on this final spit of beach before the coast turns to a cliff, and try to think of some poignant reason for my lack of sleep, only to come up with everything. There are a million reasons why. All the time, all at once, but then why only sometimes? And why tonight in particular?

Sometime around four, I change into a pair of shorts and run the length of the beach as the sun rises, pushing myself until sweat rolls from my body and there is fire in my lungs. I return to my end of the beach on shaky legs and take my clothes off, all of them, because the beach house is quiet and nobody is watching. Then I wade into the sea and float there with the waves lapping under my chin until the early birds sing and my hands and feet go numb. 

After a shower I collapse on my bed and sleep until close to midday, when I wake up to an empty house, starving, and with no food in the fridge. There is a message on my phone from Jen. 

Good morning lazy bones  Gone to the tennis court and then we’ll be on the beach, probably  See you around later? 

I forage the cupboards for something, but by the looks of it, the last of the food has been ravaged by the others, leaving nothing behind but crumbs and dirty plates, stacked up in the sink as usual. Someone should clean that eventually. 

When I locate my wallet among the random books and electronics heaped on the kitchen table, I zip open the coin pocket to find just a twenty-cent piece and a few useless coppers. I used the last of the money on my debit card at the petrol station yesterday. I know because I tried to buy some snacks and the only thing I could afford was cherry cola Tic Tacs which were rationed out between the three of us. I swear under my breath and call my dad. 

He’s already pissed off when he picks up. 

“Jude, what is it? I’m in the middle of something.”

“I need more money.”

“Already? What are you doing down there? I bet you’re putting it all into those stupid arcade machines, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m eighteen years old. I’m not doing that.” I’m also banned from the arcade, which he should know after the interminable speech he gave me about decorum and respect in the aftermath. 

“I put five hundred euros on that card.”

“Yeah, I dunno, I used it.”

“It was supposed to last the entire summer.”

I sigh, “It didn’t.” As he’s ranting in my right ear, I begin to wonder what I really did do with all the money. I suppose there was all of the alcohol, the takeaways, the junk food, that PlayStation game I bought, and the earphones for my iPod since I was careless with my old ones on the beach. Oh yeah, and I bought those running shoes too. I suppose that wasn’t a necessary purchase, I just wanted them.

Yesterday I bought everything for Jen and Evie, all of their tickets, food and drinks… I have a vague, passing thought that I might not be very good at managing money and that maybe I should have done accounting or something at school like my mom suggested instead of randomly choosing geography. I’m also aware that it’s completely fine. Once Christopher has finished going on about it he’ll simply send more. We just have to go through this charade first.

I wait for a gap in his mad diatribe and say casually, “So can you send me some?”

There’s a clatter in the background and I imagine him tossing his little weighty engraved silver pen across his desk. He grits his teeth, “What do you need?”

“I dunno, another few hundred. I want to book tickets to this festival in August, too, I think they’re, like, two-fifty, so.”

“A festival?” He really doesn't need to act like we’re discussing satanic rituals, but I continue as though I'm talking to a normal man. 

“Yeah, I want to enjoy my last summer in Ireland and all that.”

He makes some flabbergasted sound in response, which is obviously stupid because he has all the money in the world, and this whole thing is an exercise in control and power.

“So, a thousand?” I venture, resting my phone on my shoulder so I can pick some dirt out from under my nails. 

“Yes. Later.”

“No, I need it now, there’s no food in the house and I’m hungry.”

He taps furiously on the keyboard of his computer, “Fine.”

“Hm?”

“Fine. I said fine. I’m transferring it.”

“Thanks.”

The line goes dead. 

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