#it's gonna get soft again soon though. never fear my loves. there's about to be a halloween thing! :) yippee!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

🕊️ WIP Wednesday (4/24) 🕊️

I've just crawled out of the depression pit only to be hit dead on with the damn werewolf curse. :/ So... Let's be chill this week. I might take extra later on, but for now one each please. Choose wisely! ;)

1. Vampire Andrew AU 2. Guardian Angel Neil AU 3. Mafia Front Restaurant AU 4. Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU *click the links for masterposts for each au!

Here’s some Angel Neil (Part 170):

"This whole thing wouldn’t have happened if I weren’t…” Neil trails off and he starts to chew on his thumb. 

Andrew gives him a look. "If you weren’t...?”

“Here.” Neil says, then he looks unbelievably sad.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that maybe I should go back to watching you from a distance like I’m supposed to.”

Panic catches Andrew's heart with both hands and for a horrible moment, he forgets how to breathe. Neil can’t leave him. He can’t.

“No. Stay here with me.” Andrew insists, cutting off whatever Neil is trying to say. The angel startles slightly at the urgency of Andrew’s words, then looks over at him. He seemingly stares straight through to Andrew’s soul with those damn eyes of his. And, for a few terrifying seconds, Andrew’s afraid he’ll disappear. Just like his knife. 

But finally, Neil opens his mouth.

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men - You Tell Them "I Want A Baby"

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: Smut, MDNI, breeding kink obviously, scratching, praise, moaning, pulling, whimpering, breaking the bed, rounds, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

You waited until your husband came home from work to have 'the big talk' with him. When he arrived, he greeted you with a kiss and a smile. You smiled back and told him you have something to tell him

He looked at you, intrigued. You were nervous to say it, but when you found your words, you said "I... I want a baby with you"

His eyes widen in disbelief. You started to get nervous that he didn't like this request of yours, but in one second you found yourself being picked up. Dazai wrapped his arms around your hips and picked you up while spinning you around.

"My belladonna wants my baby!" He yelled with excitement. In a flick of the switch, realization hit him. His smile faded away as he felt sudden fear wash over him "My... Belladonna wants my baby?"

He put you down gently and looked like he was about to collapse. His body swayed like he was drunk, and his legs were trembling. He murmured small words that you couldn't even interpret, and then he sat down. Small drops of sweat came down his forehead as he looked flabbergasted.

You sat next to him and held his hands, looking kindly at him, but he couldn't even make eye contact "I know you must be conflicted-"

He chuckled nervously "Me conflicted? Of course not, bella-" You cut off his sentence "It's ok if you aren't ready yet, but I know we'll be amazing parents" you smile warmly at him

"We're both strong, 'Samu. We can protect this child and give them unlimited  love."You cupped his cheek to make him look at you. "I know they will love you just as much as I love you." His eyes became calm and collected. You continued 

"Yes, there will be difficult times, but we will overcome them like we always do, and you won't be alone because I'll be there to help you, 'Samu." He stared at you with a soft smile. His eyes showed gratefulness. You put a finger up in his face and said, "Of course I would expect help from you too, though."

He held both of your hands and smiled, saying, "Starting a family with you is the greatest gift life could ever offer to me." You smiled back at him until he spoke again "Plus, I think it would be wasted potential if we never had a child. I mean, think of how humorous yet powerful they would be," he smirks.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "With your looks and my looks combined, we will create the most beautiful child alive," he finished while clenching his fists.

You sighed as you pulled him up to his feet when you stood up and dragged him to the bedroom, making him stumble. "Well, let's get into it, shall we, love?" You said this after you pushed him on the bed.

It was later into the night when Dazai was on top of you, thrusting skillfully into you. His cock hit the deepest parts of you, and you were hugging his dick tightly with your wet walls. You were both moaning from the sensation.

The thought of you getting pregnant only made the situation more lewd and made you both more aroused. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders to shove his cock deeper inside you, fueling your arousal even more.

He smirks tiredly "Does someone have a breeding kink? Ngh~! Because I've never felt you this tight before- Ah~!"

"Y-you just- ah~! never been this deep inside me~" you looked away embarrassed

He chuckles "you want my cum that much, bella~? Mmn~ You want my child inside you?"

"Mhmm~! Y-yes~"

He smirks as he connected your lips together, both of moaning into the kiss. While you were both kissing, his pace became faster which only made you dig your nails into his skin. You both moaned louder into the kiss until he pulled away

"I love you, y/n~ agh~! I'm going to fill you up so much~"

"I- I'm gonna c-cum~!" As soon as you said that, you came on Dazai's cock, squeezing him tightly and he soon came with you. His cum was shot deep inside of you as you both moaned loudly.

"F-fuck~ your taking in my cum so beautifully, y/n" Dazai said while looking down to where your both connected. You were panting heavily as he kissed your cheek before laying his head on your chest, smiling kindly "I'm excited to start this new chapter together with a mini you and me"

💚RANPO💚

You've been wanting to tell Ranpo that you want a baby, but it got you nervous to even talk about it with him. You felt maybe he wasn't ready, since he can barley take care of himself-, but after a couple of months you decided to finally just talk to him about it.

When you both came home from work and were cuddling on the couch. You took a deep breath and looked at him with blushed cheeks

"Um- love, I have something I've been wanting to talk to you about"

He looks at you with no surprised facial expressions "You want a baby with me?" You looked at him with shock "I know you've been wanting to tell me for months" he smiles softly

"Uh- then why have you never confronted me about it?" You were confused

"Because I was waiting until you were ready to tell me" he responded making you understand his reason"And I wasn't sure if I was ready to go to the next step. I mean, a baby would take away all of your attention from me"

You gave him a 'bruh-' facial expression until he spoke again "But after thinking some more, I realized that I am the world's greatest detective. So how hard could it be? Plus, you'll help out and do most of the hard stuff so-" You cut off his sentence by pinching his cheek making him cry out in pain

"You little- you know I will expect you to help sometimes, right?"

"Of course!" You let go of him which made him rub his cheek. He spoke again "You expect me to let you raise our baby all alone?"

You looked away from him "Well..."

He scoffed "How wrong you are, sugar. If a baby is what you want then I will try my hardest to help you!... Even if I feel too lazy" he smiles widely with determination

You sighed "Yeah.. you better" He looks at you offended "What? Do you think I'm not fit for the challenge?"

You smile "Of course you are. You are the world's greatest detective and boyfriend"

He laughs "You are correct!"

Before you could say anything more, he drags you to the bedroom making you almost trip "Now, let's get started! We aren't getting any younger~"

You were both soon on your shared bed as you jumped on Ranpo's cock. You clenched tightly on his hair and shoulder while his hands help steady your hips. His whimpers only made you more wet and needy for him, and seeing you more desperate than usual only turned him on more.

"Mmn~! Your squeezing me so tightly ngh~" he whimpered

The more he thought about impregnating you the more aroused he got. He started to thrust his hips upwards which made his cock hit deeper inside you. You moaned louder

He smiles softly while panting "Hah~ You want me to shoot my cum deep inside you, right?"

"Y-yes mmn~ I do~"

He leaned into your ear "If your so desperate for my cum then jump a little faster, sugar~ ah~! it feels so good. I won't last much longer mmn~!"

With that, you went at a faster, sloppy pace. His head fell back while arching his back "Ah~! I'm close~ don't stop, sugar~ mmn~! feels so good~"

It all felt amazing, but without thinking, Ranpo pushed you over to get on top of you and started to thrust faster and deeper into you. His forehead was on your shoulder while you held tightly onto his shoulders. His whimpers were louder until he finally came as deep as he can go inside you. You both came together while moaning and twitching. As soon as he finished, he collapsed on your chest while panting heavily.

Usually he's never top just because his stamina is kind of low so you don't really blame him. You felt his body quiver from time to time as you both hugged each other In a tired voice, he said "I just know you'll be an amazing mom. I didn't even need to use my detective skills to know that, sugar"

💜FYODOR💜

You've been wanting to tell Fyodor that you want a child with him for awhile, but he's been very busy lately. You just want to talk to him about it and see what he thinks, but obviously you hope he'll be on the same page as you.You decided today is the day

You walked into Fyodor while he was typing on his five monitors or something. You hugged him from the side, laying your cheek on his shoulder as your arms were wrapped around him. He slightly leaned his head towards you and kissed your arms

"Is there something wrong, moya lyubov?" He didn't even look at you, but his tone seemed considerate

You sighed "I just want to talk to you about something, but it can wait" you kissed his cheek gently

He finally turns his head towards you "you want to talk about something? Is it serious?" His eye seemed a bit soft

You nervously chuckle "well kind of, but nothing to worry over"

He kept staring at you which only made you more nervous "hmm give me one more hour, love, then we can talk" he kissed your forehead. You nod with a smile as a response.

You were waiting in your shared bed for about an hour until Fyodor showed up. He sat next to you on the bed after taking off his shoes and cape. He held your hand "what's been on your mind, myshka?" He asked gently Your heart raced rapidly

"i- uh- it's hard to ask" you couldn't even make eye contact with him his hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him "do you fear me, y/n?"

You widen your eyes "n-no! It's just-" you took a deep breath "I.... Want a baby.."

His eyes widen as he stared into you. You couldn't hold the stare as you looked down, blushing tremendously. You chuckled nervously "Or you know, we can wait. I was just-" Your sentence was cut off by a sweet kiss on the lips, catching you off guard. Fyodor held the kiss for a couple seconds before he pulled away.

He was smiling "I've been wanting a child with you for awhile as well" He started to gently kiss your neck. His body was slowly towering over you as the back of your head laid on a pillow

He mumbled against your skin "I couldn't ask for a better woman. Your perfect, my dear" You moan quietly before he looked into your eyes while smirking "tonight will belong to us, my love. I wont stop until your body has no choice but to become pregnant"

And it really did feel like the night belong to you two. He was fucking you in a mating press. You could feel him deeper inside you than usual. His thrusts were rough and deep, but his words and kisses were filled with beauty and affirmation

Your hands were wrapped around his neck and would sometimes pull his hair. His hands were busy holding himself up, but they were gripping the bed sheets. "S-so deep~ mmn~ so good~ Fedya, do you feel good?"

"Mmn~ just the thought of you carrying my child drives me to my limit ah~ you feel irresistible, y/n~" He pounded deeper into you, making your head go all the way back, slightly arching your back

"I can feel more of you, myshka~ mmn~ your really clenching tightly around me ngh~ so lewd~" he chuckles gently

"I- ah~! I'm going to c-cum~ it feels too good~" you moaned while your hand forms a fist on his hair, making him groan

"Me too, love. Let's do it together ah~ Your going to be- ngh~ an amazing mother for our child"

He pounded faster only making you two moan and groan louder. Your walls stroked him amazingly and his cock hit your g spot over and over. He finally felt his limit and he was so ready to cum inside you "Oh, myshka~ I'm going to cum~ Don't let one drop go to waste Ah~ cum with me, dear~"

You only responded to moaning his name. He smirked slightly as he felt a sudden wave of electricity go throughout his body. He shot his semen deep inside you, resulting you cumming on his dick. You moaned loudly and quivered from the sensation as he grunted with his eyes shut tight

You were panting heavily until he kissed your lips passionately. He looked at your eyes with soft, tired ones "I can't wait to have this child with you, y/n"

He abruptly started to pound into you again. Your gripped on his shoulders as your eyes were shut tight while moaning."I did tell you we won't stop until your body has no choice but to get pregnant, my love~ we have all night "

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were waiting for Atsushi to get home from work to tell him you want a baby. It was nerve racking, but you felt ready and just wanted to see what Atsushi thinks about it.

When he did come home, he was greeted by your hug and a kiss and he did the same thing back to you. He was about to go take a shower until you told him you had to tell him something, making him a bit worried.

You grabbed his hands and looked in his eyes with Ambition "I want a baby"

His eyes widen and his cheeks blushed "A...a baby?"

"Yeah...of course if your ready too"He put his hands on your shoulders a little roughly

"Y-you really want a baby with me?"

"Of course, my love. Who else would I ask?"

He kissed you on the lips while one of his hands cupped your face and the other on your back. You were taken aback and flustered until he pulled away "I've been thinking about starting a family with you recently too" he smiles softly You were a little surprised

"You made it sound like you weren't sure"

He chuckles "I was just happy to hear those words. It kinda sounded surreal"

He then hugs you in a warm embrace. His chin laying on your shoulder "Im just glad I'm going to raise a child with the woman I love"

"Well I'm not pregnant yet, love" you chuckle

He stops hugging you and holds your hands instead while looking into your eyes "I don't want our child to experience what I've been through. I want them to feel loved and cared for. So don't worry, I will do everything I can to make them happy" he smiles

"I already know you will, love. You'll be an amazing dad" you smile back

"And you'll be the perfect mom" he kisses the back of your hand After smiling at each other for awhile, he starts to blush "Well... D-do you want to get started?"

You fidget with your fingers "If your up to it"

He suddenly carries you bridal style and goes towards the bedroom "I've been waiting to do this. So I'm sorry if I'm a bit rough"

He lays you on the bed and gets on top of you, caging you with his arms. You smirk at him "I wouldn't mind if you were"

He would never admit it, but he has a massive breeding kink and he's a little too excited. He thrusts were fast,deep, and aggressive, but his words and kisses were gentle and soft.He fucked you in a mating press. Your legs were over his shoulders and his hands gripped harshly on the headboard of the bed, which would hit against the wall repeatedly making a loud thudding noise.

His hips made a clapping sound everytime they connected to yours and both of your moans were filling the room as well.You've never felt him so deep inside you, but it felt so good that you weren't complaining. "So deep~ Nakajima~! It feels so good~" you moaned

"Ah~! You feel amazing, y/n~ your so beautiful~" he responded while moaning

He couldn't stop thinking about his cum being inside of you and the more he thought the more desperate he was. His grip on the headboard was stronger and eventually it broke. You were in shock and gasped a moan, but he brought your attention back to him when he kissed your lips full of lust.

You didn't know it was even possible, but you felt him get bigger inside you. He couldn't get enough of how your walls stroked his cock. He pulled away from the kiss to look down to where your connected

"I- mmn~! I'm going to cum~ y-yes~! Ah~ so good~ can't stop~!" He whimpers

"Y-yes~ cum as deep as you can, love~ im going to cum too~!"

If it was even possible, he went at a more animalistic pace. His cock hit all the rights spots and you both felt eachother twitch from the sensation. With his hands, he brought your hips as close at he can to his own, to shoot his cum deep inside you. He was so deep, you could see a bulge on your stomach.

He finished with a loud whimper. His whole body trembling aggressively from his orgasm and you came right after him, moaning his name loudly with your legs trembling.

You were both trying to catch your breaths and calm from your high's. Your minds clouded and fogged up from the euphoric experience and when you got out of cloud 9, he kissed your lips gently.

His grip on the sheets relaxed and he then noticed that he left holes on them from how aggressive he was being. "I- I'm sorry if I got carried away" he tiredly apologized

You smiled kindly at him "I found it a big turn on if I'm being honest"

He blushes and looks down, seeing that he's still inside you. He looks at you again with embarrassment and red cheeks "i...want to...fill you up more...please"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You and Chuuya have surprisingly never talked about starting a family or even talked about kids. You've talked about how annoying they could be, but whenever you've been with a baby or children, you've thought about having one with Chuuya.

After he came back to your shared apartment, he was putting his hat and jacket onto the coat hanger as you leaned against the wall. He looks at you with a smile, but can tell something is on your mind

"Hey Princess, Is something wrong?" Concerned was heard in his voice

"I- I just have something I've been wanting to say" you fidget by swaying your feet slightly

"Well I'm all ears.. your making me nervous"

You looked at him with embarrassment and took a deep breath "I want a baby with you"

His eyes widen "You...what?"

He keeps staring at you making you feel more stupid and embarrassed "Uh- if you don't think it's a good idea then say it and stop staring at me like I'm crazy!" You look away

He stammers "Wha- no that's not it at all! it's just- I wasn't expecting that"

You sheepishly look back at him "Do you..ever want to start a family with me?"

He calms down a bit "Well I wasn't against the idea..but how do I know that I'm ready to be a dad?"

You walk up to him to look him in the eyes softly "All I know is that we can learn together how to raise our child" you smile

He sighs "If we were to have a kid they will be a target, since I'm an executive of the Port Mafia. Do you really think that would be ok?"

He gives a valid point, but you've been thinking about that too. You respond "Plenty of people from the mafia have at least some family and plus, do you really think I'm that weak? Much less that both of us can't protect our own kid?"

He widens his eyes slightly "T-that's not what I- " he takes a deep breath and thinks "Your right, We're more than strong enough to protect our own kid. So if anybody even tries to hurt them I'm going to kill them"

You giggle as he kissed your nose and holds you by the waist. He then starts to blush"And I'd be lying if I said I never thought of you one day carrying my kid and starting a family with you. It's something I want to experience with you and only you"

You smile warmly as you poke his cheek "You are so cute when you blush, Chuuya~" you said teasingly

He grumbles softly "Shut your trap" You then starts to attack his face with kisses "H-hey! Get off of me" you laugh as he blushes more.

You pull away and you smile "Your so needy" he whispers before he drags you to the bedroom and throws you on the bed.

He smirks "Just lay still while I impregnate you"

Couple minutes went by and Chuuya was on top of you ramming his dick inside you deep. Your wet walls clenched around him more than usual making him moan and grip on your hips tighter

"God- fucking S-shit~ mmn~ why you squeezing me so tightly, doll? Ah~ you desperate for my cum?"

You look away embarrassed while moaning. You only responded by dipping your nails into his shoulders and pulling his hair, earning a low groan from him

He chuckles "I think someone has a breeding kink~ agh~! Why am I not surprised? Mmn~! You do always beg for my cum inside you"

He leans down and kisses your lips gently. His pace changing into soft and sensual "Your so beautiful ngh~ God, I love you so much. You don't- mmn~ understand" he moans

You smile "I love you too, Chuuya"

He kisses you again and gradually increases his pace into a sloppy, desperate pace. His cock twitched and slowly got bigger as he felt his orgasm come

He pulls away while panting "So good~ i-im cumming~!"

You moan his name as he thrusts deeper into you and he begins to whimper the sensation was too good and he always loved shooting his cum inside you. With one last thrust he came inside you, feeling his hot semen coat your walls as you came with him. Both of you hugging eachother while being in pure bliss

You were both heavily breathing until he kisses you forehead and cheek "You better be careful for these next 9 months. You can't go anywhere alone or do anything reckless"

You scoff "Babe, your over reacting and we don't know if Im pregnant right now-"

"You know what I mean and If you ask me I'm under reacting" he cuts you off before kissing your lips gently

You both stare into eachother eyes lovingly. He slowly smiles genuinely "I'm happy that we're going to start a family together"

[midnightcrw]

Would you write one where simon's wife is about to give birth and they're gonna give her an epidural but she's so scared and starts clinging to him?😢

Epidural

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: You're about to get an epidural, and fear seems to overtake you.

a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long. I just had no idea how to write this since I have never had an epidural or given birth myself. In the end, I decided to keep the process as non-detailed as possible because I didn't want to get anything wrong. But please correct me if I got something wrong. This is not my best work either, I'm really sorry.

In a dimly lit hospital room, the air was thick with tension as Simon stood by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours as you squeezed his hand every now and then out of fear.

From the moment the word 'epidural' left the mouth of one of the nurses, you were terrified. You were about to give birth to your first child, and just the thought of the needle made you feel nauseous.

"Simon, I don't know if I can do this," you whispered, almost breaking down in the middle of your sentence. Your heart was beating so fast that you were afraid it would stop at any moment, and the pain you were feeling didn't make it any easier.

Simon squeezed your hand and began to run his thumb over the back of your hand. "It's going to be okay, I promise," he kissed the top of your head as he continued, "I won't leave your side no matter what, break my hand if you have to. I wouldn't mind."

His serious tone made you chuckle at his words for a second, but even that was short-lived as you winced in pain.

"Si-" but before you could continue, one of the nurses approached you with a sympathetic smile on her face. "Mrs. Riley, it's time for the epidural," she said gently, and even though she sounded kind, you couldn't help the fear that grew as your grip on your husband's hand tightened.

Simon was sure you were going to break his bones today, but he would let you, as long as he could finally see you smile when this was over.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You're going to be just fine, sweetheart. The doctors know what they're doing, I promise."

Hearing his words made you close your eyes for a second as you nodded, wanting it to be over as soon as possible before you scared yourself any more.

Simon slowly led you to the edge of the bed. The anesthesiologist spoke reassuringly, explaining each step of the epidural administration. And despite the explanations, you couldn't really concentrate, not even sure if it was because of the contractions you were feeling or because of your fear.

Your husband pulled up a chair next to the bed, his calming presence offering a sense of security. Your eyes locked with Simon's, silently pleading for reassurance as he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, his voice calm and soft. "I'm right here, love. You're stronger than you think, and our little one will be here soon."

As the needle approached, your grip on Simon's hand tightened again, causing even Simon to whimper in pain. He was sure that at least one of his bones was broken now.

The nurse and anesthesiologist worked efficiently, their experienced hands moving with precision, while Simon continued to murmur words of encouragement, his focus solely on comforting you.

And as the epidural took effect, a wave of relief washed over your face. The tension in your body began to ease, and you nestled into Simon's embrace. The room seemed a lot less tense now as Simon gave you a kiss on the cheek.

In the hours that followed, your husband stood steadfastly by your side, never once leaving your side.

"I'm so sorry," you mumbled apologetically as you held your newborn in your arms.

"Don't apologize, dear. It doesn't even hurt," Simon said while he examined the poor state of his broken hand.

"Liar," you whispered.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, his expression was enough to tell you that he denied what you had just said.

"I heard you whimper!"

"No, you didn't!"

[heartfullofleeches]

not to be crazy but i think the first time his darling called him “husband” during sex clover came immediately and then spent like 20 min crying about it

[suggestive/very light smut, minors begone]

"Clover - you coming to bed soon?"

"In a moment, dear. Just finishing up."

The magician waits for the settle of the bed as you lay back down before snipping the excess string of the stitching over his heart, picking up a roll of bandages as he places the medical scissors in hand on the counter. He wraps the gauze around his torso twice over with a third binding for good measure. It really was a hassle, more nights than before now considering he had a lover. Nothing Clover had tried was able to seal the wound. Stitches of various patterns, patches and whatever cut of cloth deemed viable- all bled through by that eternal infliction within his heart. The only functional stopper was the dagger that had done him in. The ghastly sight disgusted him before, but now it only reminds him of how times had changed for the better.

Though his heart had been torn to shreds in the physical sense, it and his broken soul had been mended by the simple comfort of another to share his bed with. Clover wipes at the mirror, staring deeply at his reflection. A man once without a love now a beast with so much he'd die for good at its lost. How could such a face catch the eye of someone as magnificent as you?

Somwhere, his ears catch the faint rustle of fabric. Clover's eyes dart to the bathroom door as an article of clothing hits the tile.

"What a spacious bed. If only I had a certain rabbit to take up some of the room."

"Ah - I'll be there shortly, my love." Clover gathers up his supplies and crams them into the medicine cabinet before dropping to pick up the fallen cloth. His face burns red; fur frizzled as he smoothes the soft fabric in his hands realizing it to be your underwear. The rabbit hops to his feet, flicking off the bathroom light as he barrels into the bedroom. You sit up as he makes his way over to the bed, pressed back against the headboard as his lips meet yours - fingers gripping the hip of your night shirt.

You giggle, roused to laughter by his fluff as he kisses at your neck. "If I had known this was going to be your reaction, I would've done that sooner."

Clover freezes like a deer in headlines; ears twitching with a nervous tic. "I.. I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting too long? A-am I going too fast? This is all so new and I suppose all the excitement just makes me a little..."

Clover yelps as you bring your hands up to his face. " I'm just messing with you. There's no rush, Clover so just take it easy."

The rabbit melts as your warm thumb strokes over his cheek. How serene every waking second with you was. His ever present fears and anxieties washes right away spending mere seconds in your arms. Clover sighs, placing a palm over your left - tracing the cold metal wrapped around your finger.

"I'm aware, it's just... being with you is such a wonderful experience, Angel. I'd hate for there to be any reason you didn't feel the same."

"If I didn't, I probably wouldn't be sitting here half naked in your bed. Now, you gonna kiss me again or -"

You didn't need to tell Clover thrice. Clover kisses you, gently lowering his weight atop you as he supports your back with one hand. You help undo his belt as he rolls your shirt up to your chest, marveling at your breathtaking image through lidded eyes. He could never find himself getting used to the sight - falling in love all over again everytime you give him more to behold.

Clover whines into your chest, squeezing the back of your neck as he presses in deep. He fancied himself the type to treat his love as the treasure they were, but finally having you in his grasp he couldn't control himself. He swore another night he'd give you everything you do deserved. A dreamy smile spreads across his face your fingers lock together. You weren't technically wed just yet, but how he heart leapt being able to claim you as his spouse now. In the dead of night, the word slipped from his lips as you held each other dear. It was magical.

Clover rocks into you slow, cherishing the heat your body gives as he imagines the night of your official commune. Holding you - like this, hours after your vows of everlasting devotion. He'd lean in, whispering ever so softly. "What has someone like I done to desire a spouse as wonderful as you?'

Clover flushes. He didn't mean to say that aloud. To his surprise, you lock your arms around his neck sporting a dazed smile of your own - stealing his heart for the billionth time as you speak.

"Dunno. What did I do to get such a loving husband?"

"H-husband?..." His ears fall flat; a whimper caught in his throat as tears cloud his vision. Your husband - him. It was too much to bare. An angel, his dear gift from above - choosing him of all beings. His spouse to have, to love, to...

"F-uck..." Clover pants, gripping the sheets as he bottoms out inside you, spilling deep as he buries himself in your warmth. He fucks lazily into you, energy spent - but determined to ride his high to completion. He shutters, pulling out as he picks his tired body off of you. The euphoria fades, and shame overtakes as his cum leaks out onto the satin sheets.

"Stars, I... I usually don't- I didn't mean to- I was going to pull out I just-"

Clover gasps - tearducts reaching compacity as he throws himself towards the end of the bed covering his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm an awful husband. I don't even deserve to be the one who can call you his spouse."

You shoot up from the mattress as he wails, throwing a comforting arm over his shoulder. "Clover - Clover, it's okay. Don't say that about yourself over something like this."

Clover wipes at his eyes. "But... but, I failed you as a husband...."

"No you didn't. You just got a little excited, that's all. I love you, Clover - and this doesn't change anything."

You press a kiss to his tear soaked fur as Clover brings his hands down to his chest. Moments like this remind him of one of the best things about being married. Loving your soul mate through faults and all. Yours only made you more perfect in his eyes. He wondered if it was the same for you.

Clover rubs his nose against your hand. "S-still... I feel bad. Is there anyway I can make this up to you?"

"There's nothing for you to make up for, but if you really want to..." His eyes widen as you guide his head between your thighs, throwing a leg over his shoulder. "I think here would be a good start."

Clover paws at your thighs, gripping them to pull you closer to his face as tongue licks at your sex and his release. Here was a much better placement for him and he prayed with all his tattered heart you'd be able to take all that he was so willing and eager to give.

[macsimagines]

Ex-boyfriend & Yandere!Ran Haitani

(This is my best one guys i really like it. Please tell me what you think my ask box is open!!! Ms.Mac)

TW: Stalking, gaslighting, abuse, murder Unhinged behavior

Leaving Ran wasn't easy. He never took you seriously when you kept trying to tell him you were done.

Would still show up at your place demanding sex or somewhere to crash after partying too hard.

Its like he wasn't letting you break up with him. You kept trying to make it clear you were over it and he'd just reel you back in with empty promises and sweet lies.

But then he'd go and be an asshole and smack your ass infront of his friends or call you mean names...flirt with other girls in front of you...

You're done officially. You don't even tell him in person, just shoot him a text and move out of your apartment and out of Roppongi.

You choose to block him on all platforms, change your number, you're literally cutting out every piece of him.

Of course, you're not that lucky. It only takes a week or two but he eventually shows up at your apartment demanding to know what shit you think your pulling now.

A fight ensues, you yell and he yells then you're crying and he really thinks he's slick when he tries to hug you. But you shove him away and tell him you want out of this relationship.

The way he looks at you after that is down right unsettling, but he asks you for sex. He really does ask you for "one more unforgettable night." to seal the deal.

Despite all the red flags in your gut, you cave. Anything to get rid of Ran Haitani forever.

Its great. Its actually some of the best sex of your life. It leaves a giant hole in your chest though.

You tell him no kissing, and he actually looks like he might cry, but if he can't kiss your lips he's kissing every other part of you. He treats you like an actual partner. The way he caresses your body burns from how soft it is and the way he whispers about how much he loves you and can't live without you makes you want to cry.

You just want him to fuck you and get it over with, but, the bastard, decides that for the first time during your last time he'll actually treat you like a lover.

When it's all finished Ran lays with you for an hour. You're turned away from him waiting for him to just leave. "This it then? You ain't got shit to fuckin' say to me?"

Fighting back tears you nod. This was a mistake. You can tell from the tone in his voice.

He leans in real close right above your ear and whispers; "You're never gonna have someone like me, you'll never find what we have again. I'm gonna make sure of it, Y/N."

When he finally goes he slams the door behind him and everything in the apartment rattles with the force of it.

And you lie awake that night in fear and heartbreak because you know Ran meant what he said.

It's months before you feel normal again, you've got this weird pit in your stomach that someone's watching you and at night you can feel eyes while you sleep. Things disappear from your apartment and you're starting to feel paranoid.

But eventually your friends convince you its all in your head. Soon you start going out again and trying to meet people.

Keyword trying. It's always one date and then they ghost you, you can't even get a hookup. Maybe people can tell you have too much baggage.

Finally in desperation you go out to a bar. You've got an itch and you're hoping at least one stupid fling will officially make you move on from Ran Haitani.

You meet someone and you're too drunk to care what he looks like, you don't care that his cologne is so pungent it makes you wanna gag, you don't care that he's not even going to take you to a love hotel he's just got you in an alley, you don't care that it's not Ran.

His lips are on your neck and you close your eyes. You try to picture a handsome man, maybe an idol you saw on TV but that doesn't help at all. You pray to god he just finishes quickly but then thankfully you don't feel his lips on your skin.

For one blessed second you hope he lost interest and just left you alone. But when you open your eyes you see a literal ghost.

You almost don't recognize him with his hair dyed and cut so short but its... Ran Haitani.

He's on top of the man beating him to death. The sickening sound of his fists hitting bloodied wet skin is resonating in the alley way.

You can't even stutter out one word too terrified and shocked at the sight before you. Ran has never looked this way before. Just a snarl on his face and his eyes wide and crazed.

When he's done, after the other man has stopped making any noise, dear god is he dead, he looks at you. His eyes are blood red and unfocused. His whole body is shaking but he stumbles towards you on unsteady legs.

Finally, you get your senses a little too late, You try to make a run for it but he's grabbing you and shoving you against the wall. His bloody hands on either side of your face looking you dead in the eyes.

You get a good look at him, the hair isn't the only thing that's changed he doesn't look like he's slept in weeks.

"That's fuckin' it, Y/N," he whispers, voice cracking, "Thats enough, no more of this breakup shit. You hear me, Y/N? DO YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME?"

You nod, frantically. Tears streaming down your face. You're shaking too scared to fight back.

"Fuckin' cheating. Never thought you would baby, can't believe you'd do this me." He holds you tight in a hug the blood all over him smearing on you as well.

"My own fault. Should'a stuck by closer. You needed the attention, my own fuckin' fault." he kisses the side of your head and you can barely breath with how tight he's holding you.

"Shaking like a leaf. Fucker scared you. He got what he deserved, touchin' you like that. Pretty baby."

You're shivering and sniffling because Ran is what's scaring you, but you don't dare tell him that with his deranged rambling.

"I'll do better, baby, I'll treat you good this time. No one's gonna take you from me..."

Darkness fills your vision and you realize that Ran just knocked you out. Before you're completely unconscious you hear him say something he's only ever said once or twice.

"I love you..."

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could I request TADC with a character who has abandonment issues and is afraid they’ll be left alone again? 🥺 thank you in advance!

TADC cast x reader who has abandonment issues!

rubs my silly little hands (the admin also has abandonment issues/is working through them) gonna answer a few requests then i think i might make meringue cookies (they have a weird packing peanut texture that i love. or at least how i think they would feel, admin has never actually touched or chewed a packing peanut but he likes to think this is what they feel like)

CAINE:

honestly if anything you might have to ask him to give YOU some space; caine in his spare time always wants to spend it around with you. doesnt even matter if you guys are doing something, he will literally just hover and run his mouth because he just cant get tired of you. so i think out of all of the cast hes going to be the one where to feel the most secure around since he pours his heart out about how much he loves you (whether platonically or romantically!). even when youre away off doing something else, hes likely gushing about you to anyone who will, and sometimes even wont, listen. embodiment of the "shes my girlfriend ehehe" mickey mouse meme that i saw going around a few weeks ago; point is theres nothing you need to worry about! however he listens when you share your worries, and squashes them down with reassurances and affirmations

POMNI:

oooo okay so this one is interesting because pomni is actively looking for an exit out of the digital world. and i think that this is common knowledge to just about everyone around her, you included. so i think that this might very likely feed into your fear of her leaving you behind... because what are the chances you guys would reunite if she actually found an exit? i mean can you imagine? and thats even assuming you guys would remember your time in the digital world when you return; im kind of on the fence on whether or not the digital memories would still be there after an escape, since you forget everything when you enter the digital world... (also as a side note for fluff with that idea imagine meeting with whoever after escaping and not knowing youve met before but you guys still fall for one another. this isnt just for pomni but for any of the characters. love that idea, so much)

anyways, as ive said a few times before pomni is... not good at comforting... but she sure as hell were try.. though, even she doesnt seem so sure of herself when she says shes going to be looking for you when you both escape, like shes scared you guys will be separated forever

"together"

RAGATHA:

as sweet and caring as ever, if you confide in her about your fears shes going to make sure youre not left in your thoughts. the best at reassuring you, and perhaps even pulls up an activity for the two of you to do together so you have something to get your mind off of it. if you dont approach her, shes going to notice that something is wrong with you and ask you yourself if youre okay and if theres something on your mind... does her best to stamp out your thoughts of fear and doubt, shes not going anywhere and she doesnt intend on abstracting anytime soon (though, can she really help it, if she ever does?)

point is i think out of all of the characters shes going to be the best in terms of comfort and making you feel safe and secure; and if it makes you feel any better you guys come up with a system of sorts to pin down the other if you guys ever escape the digital world; so you can find one another.. very sweet stuff, i think

JAX:

while ragatha is the best in terms of giving comfort and security, jax is probably the worst. the guy does not particularly scream the most emotionally mature and available; if anything i think he might brush off your worries with soft jabs like "dont be dumb, im not gonna go anywhere" or something in that vein. as per usual i think it would take you showing real big signs of distress for him to drop the whole asshole thing and try to make you feel better and assure you that hes not going to go anywhere. and even then its still a little.... eh... i mean jax isnt the best at comforting people; its not really his... thing, you know? sure he wont turn his back on you or make you feel bad (on purpose) but his main way of assuring you is just pushing the statement that hes not going to leave you be ("besides, im not done messing with you yet,") and even offers to hang out with you for the day/until you feel better

KINGER:

similar deal with caine in the case of "youre probably going to be the one asking for space" simply because kinger is too paranoid that something is going to happen to you that hes always trailing you and keeping you in his line of sight... honestly, i think his fears might even mirror your own; youre scared that hes going to leave you behind, and hes scared that something is going to happen to you and you wont be around anymore. neither of you can bury the thought... and in a weird, and perhaps even an unhealthy way depending on how intense it is and how you personally view it, you guys find comfort in your shared fears. like a confirmation that the two of you are too afraid to let go... you poor things... in short, you dont need to worry about anything, kinger is not going to be going anywhere..! in terms of comfort, he lets you hug and hold him and mess with his robes fur while reassuring you. back pats n rubs are in order, me thinks

ZOOBLE:

while zooble might come off as mean and cold, i dont think theyre exactly an asshole. sure they can come off as such thanks to their tone and attitude, but they care about you and while they struggle with expressing that... theyre trying their best... so at least theres an effort to let you know that they at least enjoy your presence..! their... flat voice doesnt really do them any favors but thats just how they talk. very firm in telling you that theyre not going anywhere, and to the point about it. while the others may go on tangents about why they wont leave, zooble will be blunt in simply saying that they care about you and that youre cool and that theyre not planning on just up and ditching you. now THATS not cool, unless you did something to them that warranted such a reaction... but what are the odds of that + then they would be in their right to bounce yk?

that aside, theyre firm and blunt in terms of comforting you, and often times offer to let you take the reigns for the day to choose what you guys do, in an attempt to make you feel better with something you enjoy!

GANGLE:

oh ho ho i think she would also have abandonment issues.... i mean it comes with the shy artist thing, you know? outcast weird kid who actually is a neurodivergant individual energy, you know? ponders. so i think, similar to kingers piece you guys find mutual comfort in the fact youre both so scared of the other leaving (again, the energy around that is up to you) and in an odd way it brings you two even closer. though, i dont think that would be enough for either of you to actually overcome your fear of abandonment, because ultimately its both something you guys need to work on... but why do it alone? you guys probably share tips and build each other up, going through something with a friend/partner isnt as scary or intimidating as doing it alone... so thats nice, i think..! not many ideas for gangle, unfortunately but i think i will leave this open with the concept of both of you healing and all that :3

[brooooswriting]

Maybe some really fluffy fluff with Jenna and R reuniting after Jenna had been filming for so long?

Hope your day/night is going good!

See you again

Jenna Ortega x reader

5 months was wayyyy to long to not see the person you love. You loved how much Jenna loved her job and how happy she was when she accomplished it all, but you hated that goddamn job. You missed her like crazy, sure you knew what you were getting yourself into but still.

When you heard that Jenna was gonna come home in a week you couldn’t be more thrilled. You couldn’t wait to see her again and hear about all the crazy things that she did while filming. You guys had been dating for over a year and a half so you knew what she needed after a while away.

She was coming back from filming in Hungary (just made that one up) and while on the phone you could see that she got thinner and her face was a tad colorless, which meant that she wasn’t getting the nutrition she needed. You figured that in between filming and practice, cooking wasn’t one of her priorities. Cooking her favorite food seemed like the best thing to do, you did everything to the point where you just had to heat it up when you guys were ready to eat.

The fact that she missed her family while she was away also wasn’t new but something that you had learned from the first time is that she needs a day to reset, to chill and sleep. So you scheduled them for the day after she arrived. Her family was more than understanding of the fact that she needs her rest and that you two would need some alone time after not seeing each other for 5 months. They were lovely really.

When you came home from buying groceries you noticed that the apartment was, well, not as clean and organized as it should be. Your girlfriend was a perfectionist at most time and loved to relax in a clean environment, so cleaning was the next thing on your list was deep cleaning.

You decided to surprise Jenna by picking her up at the airport. Normally you guys met at home, less people with less paparazzi and stuff but you wanted to see her as soon as possible.

So you told her driver not to come so you could pick her up. Dressed in mostly black with headphones, cap and sunglasses you made your way to pick up your girlfriend. The feeling of excitement and butterflies getting stronger with each meter you closed in on the airport. It was the same feeling you had on the first date with a person you already like, this excitement, mixed with a bit of fear and a lot of admiration.

You tried to park as close as possible, giving paparazzi less openings to annoy you two. You then waited in your car until her plane landed before walking to her gate, standing in the back so you wouldn’t be too obvious. Your leg was bouncing while you played with the ring she gave you for your anniversary, your excitement was visible for anyone.

“You seem excited to see someone” an old lady next to you said, a small smile gracing her face. You couldn’t help but smile too, a soft smile forming on your lips at the thought of Jenna.

“I am, I haven’t seen her in 5 months” you told her, eyes still dreamy. She turned to you, smiling while looking at you.

“I remember the time I was that in love. It was 65 years ago, I met him on the street on a random Tuesday while shopping. We bumped into each other and it just suddenly clicked. We are still married, we have been for 55 years and our love for each other never died down” she said, now her smile turned even softer and her eyes dreamy as she clearly thought about her husband. Your heart melted, you could only imagine that you had to look like this thinking about the actress.

“That’s very sweet. You know, I met her two years ago, on the street. It was a Thursday though, and she bumped into me, running from someone. It took us a bit to date but now we’re very happy” you shared your story while an elderly man appeared next to the woman you were talking too.

“Oh, this is Henry, my husband and I’m Margret” the woman introduced reaching her hand out for you to shake, her husband following her move. You introduced yourself too, shaking their hands.

The moment you pulled away and looked up you saw a petite girl walking through the doors, immediately recognizing her and jumping up. The movement seemed to catch her eye as she quickly looked over before speed walking to you. As soon as she was close enough she let go of her suitcase and jumped into your arms, her arms tightly wrapping around your shoulder while yours wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Her face snuggled into the crook of your neck, a content hum leaving her throat as she could finally take in your smell again.

You only pulled away when an ‘awww’ was heard from your right side, Jenna leaving your arms to the point she could look at the person who disturbed you two. You giggled as you saw Margret and her husband, causing your girlfriend to turn to you confused.

“Oh yeah, Jen, this are Margret and her Husband Henry. They’ve been together for 65 years” you told her, proud that you could still remember the date and the names.

“You two remind me of us in the good old days, don’t you think Henry?” Margret said, holding a hand over her heart. She was giving you two such a sweet smile as she looked at the way you two were still standing so close to each other that you were constantly brushing against each other. Henry gave her a nod, carefully grabbing one of her hands and giving it a kiss.

You and the brunette couldn’t help but Aww this time, your arms pulling her body closer to you. She pressed a kiss to your neck while your lips carefully brushed her forehead. A small yawn left her lips as she leaned most of her weight against you.

“It was great meeting you but I think I’ll get this one home. She’s had a lot to do lately” you told them, giving them enough time to say goodbye too before carefully pulling the smaller girl with you, her suitcase in your other hand.

“Oh, y/n, don’t let small things like distance or work get between you two. Trust me, you’ll be happy about it later” she called after you making you nod before disappearing through the doors to the parking deck.

“I missed you” Jenna mumbled into you making you chuckle as you parted to put her case in the back of your car. You told her you had missed her too before opening her door for her, then getting in yourself.

“Thank you for picking me up yourself, I know paparazzi can be quite annoying” she said, her head resting against the window. Your hand placed itself on her thigh, thumb rubbing comforting circles.

“No problem, love. I couldn’t wait to see you again. I hated not seeing you for 5 months” you told her, looking at her as soon as the car stood still at the red light.

She mumbled something before leaning over to kiss you quickly. “Oh, your family is coming to visit” you started, already seeing her face fall, “tomorrow. You need to rest today” you continued, her face immediately lighting up. “So, I prepared some things at home. Chill things of course and then we can go to sleep, you look like you need a bit of sleep and food” you chuckled lightly as she hit your shoulder.

“Thank you though, you really do know me” she smiled at you as you parked the car. “I like to think so” you mumbled and exited the car, running around it to open the door for her before getting her stuff out.

“I cooked your favorite, we just gotta heat it up. The next episode of breaking bad is already on, there’s a ginger shot in the fridge and it takes around 20 minutes for me to finish food, so you could shower in that time if you want” you said as you put everything to the side, hugging her again.

“I’ll go shower real quick” she kissed your cheek before running to the bathroom while you returned to the kitchen to finish cooking.

As you were nearly done you turned to get something from the fridge, Jenna using that time to walk to the herd and stir the sauce giving you the perfect opportunity to hug her from behind. The moment your arms wrapped around her waist you took the spoon from her. “Don’t, we don’t want it to burn” you grinned, warning yourself a slap against the forearm.

“Oh my god, that was over a year ago. Will you ever let that down?” She asked dramatically making you laugh. You pressed a kiss to her head before speaking up.

“The fact that it took you 2 minutes to burn the food that I cooked for over three hours on our second date? Definitely not” you unwrapped yourself from her to plate up the food, making sure her portion was extra big. “Now, be quite and eat something” you grinned as you two settled down on the couch to eat, the tv playing.

Once you were done you put everything in the dishwasher before returning to your previous spot next to your girlfriend. Now that you were free she immediately threw her legs over your and cuddled into your side, making your chest warm up. “I missed this, even though everybody was nice and I made friends. I do feel lonely without you” she told you, the tv now only playing in the background.

“I get that, I feel the same. It’s weird coming home without you here, I never got used to it” your voice was barely a whisper as your head rested on top of hers. Quietness now taking over the room, except for the noise of the tv.

After another episode you noticed the small brunette was nearly asleep making you smile. You picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom where you carefully placed her down on the bed before going to get changed. Once you returned Jenna was facing your side of the bed, waiting for you to get in. As soon as your back touched the bed you pulled her closer making her sigh. “Another bad thing about being away, nobody carried me to bed” she smiled into your shoulder before dosing off.

It didn’t take long for you to follow, you couldn’t wait for her to tell you all about filming tomorrow but right now you only wanted her to get all the sleep she needed.

[emilybahu]

Just a culmination of thoughts I had and moments I liked during 7x06:

This ended up being MUCH longer than an expected, I just kept adding things to it! So you totally don’t need read the whole thing just skim through if you want…

1. Maddie about a minute away from a panic attack, but still looking stunning✨

2. Hen looks like she’s gonna go all angry mom mode on Buck and Eddie, who are looking ROUGH… she gives them a look that should put the fear of god into anyone!

3. You know, I just wanted them to have one major milestone that didn’t involve one or both of them being in danger, but NOOOO! We don’t even know where Chimney is and Buck and Eddie are a complete hit mess! Evan “✨it’s complicated✨” Buckley.

4. Oh my god I love Buck and Eddie and their shared brain cell so much! Their bickering is hilarious! Buck slapping Eddie’s hand away from the sliders and later Eddie saying, “reach for them and you’ll be pulling back a bloody stump!” 🤣🤣🤣

5. RAVI WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DO YOU WANT TO DIE!? 🤣

6. “Wholesome 80s themed karaoke” and Eddie proposing that he and Buck go as Crockett and Tubbs.

7. I kinda figured Chimney wouldn’t show seeing as HE DIDN’T WANT A PARTY. Then everyone leaves and it’s JUST Buck and Eddie, because of course!

8. And back to Buck and Tommy again… Tommy has to go and put out a LITERAL fire and we get a second Buck/Tommy hug in the span of like 3 minutes! I’m getting FED they are so cute and soft, and Tommy really doesn’t want to leave but has no choice… the soft hug and “be safe” I’m sorry my heart is melting! 🫠❤️

9. Buck and Eddie are just having A TIME with all these random people, and of course being the touch starved boys they are, you get a little (a lot) of alcohol in em they obviously need to have physical contact at all times! 🤣

10. Drunk Buck being like “we don’t have a key🥺” and Drunk Eddie “you don’t need a key,” (hand on shoulder, thumb on pulse point) “we’re fire fighters👨‍🚒😈” continues to kick in the door!

11. CHAOS ENTERS THE BUILDING, I couldn’t stop laughing! Honestly I didn’t realize Buck and Eddie could party this hard! Buck wakes up on the floor, Eddie’s in the bath tub (a shirt? What’s that? Never heard of it) and Chimney is FUCKING NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! 😬

12. Cut to Maddie desperately trying to get ahold of Chimney and track him down, but he’s somewhere in his car dazed, confused and clearly UNWELL! And his car gets freaking stolen!

13. The dinner celebrating Kevin’s life 🥲

14. Gosh dang it, everyone in the room together worried about Chimney, god my heart! I hope they find him soon!

15. Maddie showing up at the dispatch center in her wedding dress! The woman means business! SHE GONNA FIND HER MAN!

16. Doug, DOUG!? What are you doing torturing Chimney in his subconscious!? No one wants you here!

17. Seeing Maddie’s reaction to Chimney in this state is heartbreaking! She just wants to make sure he’s ok, but he’s clearly not!😢

18. Bruh, we keep getting jump scared by Doug, I’m so DONE with that guy!

19. Time jump to two weeks earlier… “telling Buck ‘no’ is like telling a dog not to jump your leg” just more proof that Buck is a man with the soul of a golden retriever puppy…🤣

20. Bobby saying “well evidently our two love birds over there were enjoying some sexy time, when they heard some weeping” had me wheezing! 😂

21. When they figured out what was wrong with Chimney I got so scared, even though I knew he’d likely be fine. Never know what might happen though…

22. When Chimney’s paramedic skills kicked back in it gave me hope, then he saw Doug again… and still didn’t remember that he’s actually a paramedic.

23. He knows he needs to be somewhere and he hears Buck calling for him, Chimney knows they’re looking for him, then freaking Doug makes him almost give up fighting! 🥲

24. NO DOUG🙄 MADDIE DIDN’T FUCKING LIKE BEING ABUSED!

25. KEVIN🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Kevin telling Chimney he NEEDS to get up and get help!

26. Maddie in the hospital with Chimney, thinking he doesn’t remember her then him saying “I’m sorry I missed our wedding” GOD MY HEART!

27. Jee running in yelling “daddy!” 🥹

28. “We always get back to each other somehow” please! My heart can’t handle this! They’re meant to be!!🥹😭

29. “I know Kevin is smiling right now” “yeah he is” I can’t breathe! I’m shocked I didn’t cry!

30. Just the whole ceremony, Bobby officiating! Everyone so happy for them together after this day they’ve had! I’m just gonna melt into a puddle of pure emotion! 🥹🥺

31. I love them. I love them! I LOVE THEM!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

32. Buck looking down at his phone to see that Tommy told him he’s there 🤭🤭

33. I made a whole post about this kiss, ahhhhhh!! (My reaction remains the same every time I watch it, I lose control of my limbs, my voice gets all high and squeaky, and I lose the ability to form actual words) The damn 10 second scene still has me SHOOK! 😆🫨

34. Buck pulling Tommy into the room, Tommy apologizing for missing the ceremony and Chimney looking up at him and over to Buck and saying “Thanks tommy, looks like you were… busy” (I didn’t even think about how long Buck was gone before, but since they had time to cut and serve cake to everyone Buck had to be just in another world with Tommy for at least 20 minutes…)

35. Hen’s face when she realizes that Buck and Tommy totally were just making out! And Eddie being the supportive king of a bff that the is!

36. The Buckley parents faces… I’ll be ready to throw hands in a second if they say something homophobic later on!

37. Hen saying “well it’s about damn time” to Karen!! Ahhhhhh! Girlllll!!! Are telling me you could see Buck’s raging bisexuality THE WHOLE TIME!? 😆😆😆😆 She so CLOCKED HIM!

38. Chimney feels right at home anywhere if he and Maddie are together!! ❤️🫠🥹

39. Not them mentioning the cruise ship!! Too soon, too soon! 🫠 But I also laughed!😂

40. “So, were Buck and Tommy a thing before my amnesia?” “Um yeah, actually they were.” (Still trying to figure out how much time there was between the coffee date and the wedding… I have no clue. [Please can someone tell me!?])

41. “Why do they call me Chimney?” And cut to black…. Really, REALLY!? That was cruel, so rude. They’re never gonna tell us why they call him Chimney are they?

And that’s the end!

[darling-i-read-it]

Replacement

Rupert Giles x fem!reader, slight Wesley Wyndam-Pryce x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: younger reader (12 years younger than Giles but super legal ofc), btvs season 3 spoilers, jealousy/insecurity, drinking, light insinuation to smut 

Author’s Note: I know this is literally not on the list of things I was supposed to write and I’m going to get to the requests tomorrow I think but the fact there’s so little giles content makes me wanna DIE. anyway here’s this <3 watching buffy season 3 and feeling things for him. 

Summary: Set in season 3 when Buffy gets Wesley as the new Watcher. The reader, the assistant librarian and also Giles’ girlfriend, gets hit on a bit by Wesley and Giles gets protective™. 

Genre: mostly fluff! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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“They’re sending in the new Watcher soon,” Rupert murmured. He was sitting on the couch in front of you. You could only see the back of his head but you could tell what kind of look he had on his face. Contempt, annoyance, some disappointment lacing his features. He had a glass in his hand, his arm over the back of the couch. He glanced back at you in the kitchen. “I fear I might be a tad unbearable for the next couple of days.” 

“You’re always unbearable,” you quipped, grabbing your own glass as you finished pouring it. “That's what I like about you.” 

You knew Giles was extremely worried about Buffy’s new Watcher. It had been the topic of conversation ever since Buffy’s test. It had also been a general point of contention; how could he let her go through that? Though now that he was being punished through various other means, you laid off on the argument. 

“Do you know who it is?” 

“No. They won’t tell me. Fear of my reproach I imagine.” He shook his head a bit. “I can’t believe they’re allowing someone else to come in after Gwendolyn Post.” You stayed silent. It was better to let him just talk through this himself, without any kind of argument or solace from you. “Buffy will never trust someone as she trusts me. Trusted me that is, I suppose. I never should have gone through with it. No, don’t say anything. I’m just conceding to your earlier point, I know.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Relax. The Watcher won’t be here tonight…” you put your hand on his arm. “So let’s not talk about him hm?” 

“You’re being suggestive. Is it because I conceded to your point?”

“One of the various reasons,” you explained. “Relax Rupert. I have no ulterior motives, I’m not a vampire, I’m not possessed. I’m just a girl in your house with some light alcoholic suggestion.” He nodded slowly. 

“You know, I don’t need that much convincing.” 

“I know.” You grabbed his drink and put it down on the coffee table. He admired you with an eyebrow raised until your phone rang. You groaned, picking it up beside the drinks. “It’s Buffy.” He let out a soft sigh. 

“Duty calls.” 

“Hey, it’s my phone. Maybe she just wants to gossip.” 

“Moments like these I remember we’re from slightly different generations.” You rolled your eyes and answered the phone. 

“12 years is not that many years. Hey Buffy.” 

“Arguing about your age difference again?” she said over the phone.

“Always. Ever the straight.” You kicked your legs up onto his lap. He grabbed his glass back from the table and took a drink. 

“I have said you have odd taste in men right?” 

“Once or twice. What can I do for you?” 

“Was gonna ask if you want to go to the Bronze with Willow and I before patrol. I fear this will be my last night Watcherless.” 

“Does she know I can hear her?” Giles questioned. You shrugged. 

“I would love to come but I think I’ve got my hands full over here. Men's feelings are hard.” 

“Tell me about it,” Buffy muttered. You could almost see her rolling her eyes over the neverending Angel ordeal. 

“You should go,” Giles said. “I’ll be fine.” “I made plans I don’t like to break,” you pouted. “Rain check Buff?”

“Sure thing.”

“Have fun.” 

“I would say you too but that brings awful images to my brain.”

-

You came into school a little bit late. You were working as library assistant, at Snyder’s hope to keep Giles the least destructive as possible. Giles woke up ungodly early and usually had several cups of coffee before you even saw him. 

You pushed open the doors to the library, holding your bag to your side. You slowed at the sight of a man you didn’t recognize by the check out desk. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to place the suit. Familiar, but foreign. The man turned around, revealing some glasses and an even looking face. 

“Good morning,” he said, just as evenly. 

“Good morning…” You craned your neck to look behind him, wondering if you had suddenly entered a world with a different librarian. 

“Are you here for the librarian? He’s out at the moment.” He stumbled over his words a bit, making you unsure of his dedication to the sentence. 

“Who are you?” He cleared his throat. 

“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” He offered his hand. You shook it, warily. 

“Wesley Wy-” You paused and thinned your lips. Maybe it was the British accent that gave him away or maybe it was the suit. “Are you the new Watcher?” His eyebrows raised. 

“I take it you know about the slayer” You shook your head. 

“Just a tad. I swear I’m not a threat, just a friend. Y/N.” He nodded once, looking you over. 

“What kind of friend?” You scoffed a bit. 

“You Watcher’s have a type,” you observed. 

“Hm?” 

“Where’s Rupert?” 

“Out.” 

“What was it? Westley?”

“Wesley. Wyndam-Pryce.” You nodded, pointing a finger at him. He smiled shakily, looking down. You opened your mouth to speak when the door opened again. 

“Oh man. You’ve met the new Watcher,” Buffy observed. Wesley straightened up and cleared his throat. “Getting along?” “Well,” he observed. Buffy raised an eyebrow at his stiffness and then glanced back at you. “I wonder if the Watcher’s have a book that says what kind of girl they’re allowed to go for. Maybe Giles just stuck a picture of you somewhere and this guy read it wrong.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Do you know where Rupert is?” 

“Nope. He’s not my Watcher anymore, remember?” she said, defeated. She passed you further into the room. You put a hand up in defeat. 

“He could be dying and none of us would know.” 

“I’m sure he’s alright,” Wesley promised. “Are you and Rupert…” 

“Yeah,” you said curtly. As if on cue, Giles walked into the room, holding a stack of books, looking completely in his natural habitat. “Thank God. Giles.” He halted when he caught sight of the two of you. 

“You met the replacement.” 

“I did. He’s a little stiff.” You squeezed his bicep. He watched you do it. “I was looking for you.” 

“Is everything alright?” He put the books down on the counter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just wasn’t sure where you had run off to and I like keeping tabs.” 

“That’s unhealthy,” Buffy noted. 

“Your boyfriend is dead,” Giles retorted. She shrugged with a point taken look on her face. You turned back to him. Wesley gave a once over at the two of you. Giles had put a hand on your upper arm, a gesture that was familiar to the two of you. You took the top book off his stack. 

“Whatcha reading?”

“You’re miraculously calm.” 

“One of us has to be.” You took the book and walked over to sit beside Buffy. She was eyeing the new Watcher intensely, like the whole world could come down at her mere gaze. Knowing her, you wouldn’t be surprised. 

“He’s gonna say something stupid,” she muttered. 

“Hm?” you asked. Wesley was looking at Giles. 

“Don’t you think she’s a bit on the younger side for you?” 

Silence went over the room as the words seemed to hang in the air. Giles stared bullets into his former colleague. 

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern,” he said coldly. 

“She looks closer to the slayer's age. My age. I have every right to ask, as a proceeding member of the council and part of the investigation towards your extermination.” Giles took a step forward, too close. You were suddenly reminded of the ‘not so booksmart’ person he used to be, the one who would throw a punch before working with words. You stood back up. 

“Keep her out of your mouth or so help m-”

“Alright,” you intervened. You stepped between the two of them. “I’m only 12 years younger but you flatter me. Giles, a moment?” You grabbed Rupert’s arm, gently pulling him in the direction towards his office. It took him a moment, not wanting to digress from the standoff. Eventually he followed. 

“Don’t leave me here all by my lonesome with this guy,” Buffy pleaded. 

“Vetoing your contribution here slayer,” you called back. She let out a huff, returning to staring bullets. You shut the office door gently behind you. 

“That’s a tad dramatic,” he pointed out. “I’m fine.” 

“I’m not going to put words in your mouth but I’m allowed to observe, yeah?” He pursed his lips, shoving his hands in my pockets. You nodded. “Other Watcher, bad. Wiles Westley Watchamacalllhim is making you, Rupert Giles, sad. You want Buffy to remain under your watch, lack of better word, and this new man is now stepping all over your toes in that regard. Observations correct?”

“Generally.” 

“What am I missing?” He shook his head. 

“It’s not important. Move on with your speal please.” 

“Buffy won’t trust this man the way she trusts you. She never could, you have too much history. You have the upper hand here, despite the council not backing you up. He’ll never be half the Watcher you are,” you promised. You grabbed his hand. “Speal over.” 

He nodded gently, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“You do have a way with words.” You laughed gently, shaking your head.  

“I’ll try to be more Bronte later.” He squeezed your intertwined hands, a defeated smile on his lips. 

There was a knock on the office door. You rolled your eyes and released his hand. You swung open the door to meet Wesley on the other side. 

“I have to speak to Mr. Giles.” 

“He’s all yours Wes.” You patted his chest as you walked past, back to Buffy. 

-

As the day wound down and everyone started home, you were stuck in the library still. You loved the place but the more you spent in it with two Watchers, the more you were starting to see its lesser qualities. Giles had followed Buffy and Faith out to have a generally mentor-like talk. 

Leaving you alone with Wesley. 

“So you know of Buffy because of Giles?” he questioned. You raised your head from the book you were reading. You had hardly noticed him watching you. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, standing disgustingly straight. You sat on the steps. 

“I was assistant librarian. Almost died by vampire. Happens to the best of us.” 

“He fraternized with a colleague?” 

“Continues to do so. Don’t look so jealous, Wes.” You put the book to your chest. “You’re ruining the perfect balance of the scooby gang you know.”

“Perhaps it needed to be out of kilter. I don’t see it going swimmingly right now.” He walked over to you. You looked up at him, observing his very even stature. You wondered, not for the first time, if Giles looked like this when he was a little younger. “What are you reading?”

“Rereading.” You glanced at the book. “Wuthering Heights.” 

“Classic.”

“Yes sir. One of my favorites. Helps me forget about the neverending impending doom,” you muttered. He looked awkward for a moment and then sat down beside you on the steps. You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’ve always enjoyed a bit of light fiction reading.” You opened your mouth to speak, reading the signals he was not so eloquently putting off. You were interrupted by the library door opening. 

Giles slowed his walking speed at the sight of you. Wesley stood up, embarrassed. You gave Rupert wide eyes, a gentle I don’t know sign. 

“Go do Watcher duties won’t you? The girls need someone to watch them before patrol.” Wesley wanted to argue but noted the look in Rupert’s eyes and decided against it. He gave you a nod and then passed him to leave the room. 

You were alone with Rupert. Finally.

“Wuthering Heights?” he asked gently. You nodded, a small smile on your face. 

“Am I so predictable?”

“You’re a classic.” 

You leaned against the railing, watching him with admiration in your eyes. There was something special about emotions fluttering around the room, knowing there was something to be said and something understood. You softly patted the stairs beside you. He walked over, sitting down without a word. 

“You know what I’m going to say,” he breathed. You grabbed his hand, staring down at it as you traced the lines of his palm. 

“Wesley will never be you.” 

“Are you speaking for Buffy or…or for you.” 

“For me.” You wanted to argue aggressively, assure him that whatever he was thinking was wrong. You felt the opposite, you would never love someone like you loved him. That Wesley, no matter the difference in your ages, it would always be Giles. That the age truly wasn’t even that big of a deal. You were consenting adults with fully formed frontal lobes. 

Instead you leaned down to him and put your chin on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered. He did a double take with his eyes, not moving his head so as to not disturb you. You hadn’t said that yet. “You don’t have to say anything-”

“I love you too.” 

You smiled brightly. You kissed his shoulder and then sat up all the way. 

“Can you read to me?” He glanced up at you, wondering how you had moved on so quickly. 

“Hm?” 

“I just like to listen to you talk Rupert,” you murmured. You handed him your book and slid down the stairs so you were sitting beside each other. He cleared his throat curiously. “One second. I’m gonna go grab one of your sweaters from the office, I like to get cozy. You got any blankets in there Rupert?” You got up and walked away. He smiled to himself. 

“Under the desk.” 

“Ah ha!” you peeked around the corner. You emerged wearing one of his gray knitted sweaters. “I love that you have blankets in your office. Hm. I love you I think.”

“Oh?” You shrugged. 

“Yes sir.” 

You sat beside him again and put a blanket over his lap. 

“Go on. Heathcliff won’t read himself.” 

When Wesley returned he glanced through the door window before walking in. Your head rested on Giles’s, eyes closed in content. You looked rather cozy on that step. Giles kept reading, even as you presumably slept. 

Wesley turned back to bother Buffy some more.

[tojisbbg]

✵ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 ✵

❝talk to me as i am sleeping, hold me while i'm dreaming.❞    

♡ sanzu haruchiyo ♡

a/n: how could i be a sanzu stan and not write about him?? soft sanzu hours is my favorite! (this piece is heavily self indulgent)

content: fluff, husband sanzu x y/n (reader), comfort but slight angst (?), sanzu is a sweetheart, reader is really touchy, soft smut (not gonna give too many details cuz where’s the fun in that?), all acts are consensual, not checked for grammatical errors. 

✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿

if shifting by using quantum jumping was possible, would you be able to sleep every night knowing that you’re in your desired reality?

a reality where life was absolutely perfect, not a single flaw detected. 

a life where your husband of two years would be home by evening, sitting down for the fresh off the stove dinner you prepared instead of shoving it inside the fridge for him to heat it up later. 

a reality where the bed didn’t seem too big as you laid on it peacefully, welcomed by a strong pair of arms as you drifted off to sleep. 

it was a regular friday night, the weather outside wasn’t too pleasant at the moment. it was pouring outside, the loud pitter-pattering noise of the raindrops hitting your window before thunder and lightning strikes again. 

nights like these used to be your biggest fear, after all, you were the only soul inside the huge penthouse in the center of tokyo right now. it was scary to stay home alone while the sky roared and wept, but you eventually got used to it and realized that it was rather comforting. 

at least you weren’t the only one who was crying. 

you tapped on your phone screen, the sudden light nearly blinding you as you checked the time. it was nearly two in the morning and sanzu still hasn’t returned from work. 

matter of a fact, it’s been two days since he’s last stepped a foot back home. the last time you both spoke was during lunchtime the day before yesterday, where he informed you about some odd mission mikey put him and the haitani brothers on. 

you let out a heavy sigh, not surprised at this very frequent reoccurrence. 

this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. 

you knew what you were getting into when you accepted bonten’s number two as your boyfriend, who would soon be your husband as well. it’s not a lie that your husband gets his hands dirty with blood and violence for illegally earned money as a source of income. you couldn’t help but let your anger die down like a weak flame when you realize that everything that he has done and is continuing to do is all for you. 

yet, you still couldn’t help yourself but be worried. you would have multiple nightmares about getting a phone call in the middle of the night from one of sanzu’s colleagues that something bad happened to him. or maybe one night, he didn’t come back home, maybe jailed or killed. 

the possibilities are never ending, which only makes your fear grow. 

you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head, snuggling inside the warm blankets at you hugged the pillow next to your head. everything reminded you of him, though he may not physically be here with you, his scent latched onto you like poison lacing into someone’s veins. 

you missed sanzu so much, it was one of those nights where you wished that he worked a regular nine to five job. you wanted to have your husband in your arms at night, hold him and look into his eyes as you whisper the sweetest honeyed words to him. 

pure love, that what you felt towards sanzu haruchiyo. 

you didn’t want the pink haired man to come home while you were unconscious, not knowing when he slipped under the covers as you would wake up and find him peacefully slumbering next to your figure. 

you shut your eyes tight, begging your mind to switch off and fall asleep. you knew you were tired of waiting, you eyes fighting for rest. but, it was quite hard to give your body what it wants when your heart ached for your beloved husband. 

salty tears began to stream down your face as you quietly sobbed, clutching onto the pillow for comfort. 

...

“you up for a drink, man? the mission was successful, let's go treat ourselves a bit.” ran grinned, looking back from the passenger seat as he saw sanzu’s eyes fixated on the window, completely dazed out. 

“you good, sanzu?” rindou asked, concern washing over his face as he looked at the pink haired male through the rear mirror while keeping a steady hand on the wheel as he drove the vehicle. 

“huh? oh yeah, i’m fine. uh, i think i’ll pass the offer. maybe next time.” sanzu declined, making ran sigh. 

“it’s always next time.” the short purple haired man grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in slight annoyance. 

“i gotta get home to my girl, you’ll understand when you have a girlfriend or wife one day.” the scarred man explained, making both of the haitani’s roll their eyes. 

“whatever you say, lover boy. we’re almost here, so don’t cry.” rindou teased, making the man in the backseat chuckle. the younger haitani would soon pull up in front of the luxurious penthouse, watching his pink haired friend open the back door as he exited the car. 

“get home you two, don’t stay out too late.” sanzu waved both ran and rindou off, the elder haitani still visibly upset that he didn’t join him and his younger brother for a short outing after such a long mission. 

nonetheless, he’d soon get over it. 

sanzu quickly got inside, his suit drenched from the unforgiving rain. he waited for the elevator, the stupid form of quick transportation to the highest floor took an awfully long time to come and go. 

it was a luxurious place to live in, owned by bonten as the members were given the gift of having their very own to live in. sanzu didn’t mind working in bonten, sure it was risky, but the people there were like family as well. 

the pay is good and so are the people, so it wasn’t so bad. 

after reaching the highest level of the huge structure, sanzu left and tried to fish out the keys from his damp pockets. after finally getting a hold of them, he unlocked the door before entering the dark space of the comforts of his home. 

the tall figure turned on the lights of the living room, opening his shoes hastily before throwing his coat on the sofa. he raked his fingers through the now messy and wet pink locks of hair as he exhaled a long breath. 

sanzu was finally home from what felt like ages. 

feeling his throat becoming dry from the lack of hydration, he strolled inside the kitchen as he saw it sparkling in cleanliness. all the surfaces were wiped down, the dishes were done as the sink was clean and there was still a faint scent of your cooking left behind. 

sanzu opened the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water, only to have his eyes land on such a heartbreaking sight. he saw the nicely plated food you probably cooked for dinner last night, covered in clear saran wrap with a note attached to it. 

please heat it up and eat. sorry for sleeping early, love you.

right next to the plate of food was your homemade cheesecake, one of his favorite desserts. he noticed how a few bites were taken out of a small slice that was cut out.

sanzu closed the fridge, walking over to the dining table as he pulled out his chair, slumping down on it as he covered his face with the palms of his hand. his heart was shattered to pieces, mind all over the place about how could he do such a thing to an angel like you? 

just what kind of a husband was he? 

he was shocked to realize that he wasn’t home for two days straight, not being able to keep up with time passing by so quick as he got too invested in the mission. 

despite his absence you still loved him, still cooked up another plate for him even if you didn’t know when he would return. you deserved better, so much better. 

if you wanted to, you could’ve left him a long time ago and you still can now. 

sanzu felt tears welling into his eyes as he thought about the past two nights where you would cook dinner and eat by yourself. he could only imagine the sad and lonely look on your face as you wrote notes to put on his plated food before putting it on the fridge, only to be left disappointed the next morning when you realized that not a single piece of food has been touched because he wasn’t home yet. 

he felt like an absolute jerk for not being here with you. sanzu couldn’t help but let a bunch of thoughts cloud his mind. almost every night he would come home during ungodly hours, eating alone while you slept or sometimes you would wake up and accompany him until he was ready to come to bed with you. 

but the majority of the times, you both wouldn’t meet until the next morning, with you quietly waking up first to prepare breakfast while he slept, careful to not disturb your tired husband. 

all this time you’ve been loving and patient with him while he basically neglected you. yet, you still stayed with him and continued to be his wife. you never once shed a tear or yelled at him for being late or missing dates, you always gave him an adoring smile while looking at him with the purest angelic eyes known to mankind. 

you were the peace in his chaotic mind and sanzu loved you more than life itself. you were his whole world and he’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you in a single breath. 

sanzu tip-toed into your shared room, opening the closet as quietly as possible to grab some clothes before heading into the shower. as soon as the warm water hit his skin, sanzu closed his eyes in content. his body that was once tainted with blood and sin was washing off and it felt like he was pure again. 

after showering for almost thirty minutes or so, sanzu turned off the water as he dried himself before putting on a fresh set of clothes. he walked to the kitchen where he reheated the food you made for him, the beautiful aroma of many different flavors and seasonings hitting his senses. 

he quickly sat down with a glass of water before practically inhaling the delicious food his lovely wife made him. it was one of his favorite meals, stir-fried noodles with pan fried dumplings and a side of korean-style fried chicken. 

have you been making his favorite meals and desserts as a way to remind you of him?

the mere thought of that made it hard to swallow his food as guilt ate him alive. it didn’t take sanzu too long to clean his plate as he washed the remaining dishes before taking out the cheesecake you made. 

the fork went straight into the filing, it was still soft and the base was moist. the heavenly taste of the sweet delight nearly sent sanzu into the aferlife. it was everything that he had wished of while he was at work, the creamy and sweet taste of the cold cheesecake filing along with the touch of your love warmed his heart. 

after finishing his meal and cleaning up, sanzu brushed his teeth and eagerly headed into his and yours shared bedroom. he slowly walked towards the bed and noticed how small snores were exiting your mouth. you were tightly hugging his pillow while the blanket ran a little lower than your knees, exposing your bare arms and legs. 

you were wearing a sleeveless baby blue satin nightie, cute little laced ruffles piping the neckline along with the hem. 

you looked beautiful even while you were asleep.

sanzu carefully removed the pillow from your arms, seeing your eyes twitch as you whined in annoyance. he chuckled quietly, slipping into your embrace to replace the empty spot on the bed. 

“hmm?” you hummed in your sleep in confusion, trying to process who or what was in your arms right now. sanzu’s heart was about to burst from how cute you were, wrapping his arms around you securely. 

“i’m home, baby.” sanzu tenderly whisper, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. you shifted in your sleep, trying to open an eye. 

“haru?” you groggily said, a shaky hand coming up to feel his face, trying to confirm if it was reality or just a dream. you felt the soft skin of a human under the pads of your fingers, making your eyes sting with tears. 

“i missed you so much.” you stammered out with a broken voice, sniffles following after as you cried. 

“i know, my love. i’m so sorry for coming home late.” he sincerely apologized, knowing that he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven. you were the one who always gave him a shoulder to cry on, listening to him ramble on and on for hours about everything that was bothering him that day and you were always there the bandage him up. 

you helped sanzu haruchiyo piece himself back together when he fell apart. 

“i thought something bad happened to you and it was just so hard to sleep every night thinking about what if you don’t come back to me.” you buried your face into his chest as salty warm tears began to seep into the fabric of his t-shirt, gentle fingers stroking his damp pink hair. 

“i’ll always come back to you, y/n. you are my home, my safe space and my comfort.” sanzu confessed, leaning down to kiss your quivering lips. 

for the first time in two days, you felt complete. a part of you that was once missing was now fulfilled. 

you sat up, turning on the small lamp right next to your bed. your vision was slowly adjusting to the light as your hands came up to wipe the tears off of your face. you turned your head to the side, only to be met with the most beautiful pair of teal eyes. 

sanzu sat up as well, leaning his back on the bed’s headboard as he looked at you with a boyish smile. 

“god, i love you so much, haruchiyo.” you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck before crashing your lips against his. his hands rested on your lower back, caressing the soft skin of your plush thighs. 

his touch was so warm, setting off sparks on you body as the knot in your stomach was getting tighter. sanzu’s hands sneakily went under your nightie, calloused hands caressing your hips before his long fingers danced on your spine. 

you shuddered, goosebumps being sent all over your body as you continued to desperately kiss him. you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip and without hesitation you opened your mouth, allowing the wet muscle to enter. 

sanzu sucked on your tongue as you grinded down on his now hard cock. you moaned from the friction, making him rock you harder and faster on him. you both soon had to pull away from the loss of oxygen, breathing heavily as you both stared at each other. 

“please, i need you so bad, baby.” you choked out, craddling his face in between your palms as desperate eyes pierced his soul. sanzu gave you a gentle smile before pecking your lips. 

“i’m all yours, darling. let me make it up to you, yeah?” his thumb grazed your bottom lip, making your tongue peak out as you teasingly licked his finger. sanzu groaned, closing his eyes from how you were driving him insane. 

your innocence was tainted by his sin, he was the poison that ran through your veins. you were his and he was yours, it was always that way and will forever stay like that. 

“sit on my face.” sanzu demanded, looking up at you with lust darkening his eyes. your cheeks went red, heart thumping like crazy as throughout all these years of dating and being married, you’ve never rode his face. 

it’s not like he never ate you out, but you would always be under him, never on top. 

“but i-”

“no, please. i need you to use me, y/n. just let me have a quick taste, hm?” he begged, cheeks flushed with arousal as he looked so fucking hot under you. sanzu wanted you to have control over your pleasure, he wanted tonight to be all about pleasing you. 

“what if i hurt you?” you looked away, inexperience from the new position he wanted to suddenly try out. your husband simply chuckled at your concern, grabbing a hold on your chin to turn your gaze back to his. 

“you could never hurt me, baby. besides, if there’s one place that i’d want to die, it would be between these sweet thighs of yours.” with that being said, he lifted your hips and shoved them towards his face, making you let out a yelp as you now were sitting on his chest. 

your hands quickly grabbed the wooden headboard of the bed, feeling sanzu’s fingers moving the hem of your nightie. he peppered wet kisses on your inner thigh, making your breathing go erratic as you shut your eyes from the ticklish feeling. 

you gasped when you felt his fingers come and grab the sides of your panties, before a loud ripping noise was echoing throughout the room. a cold breeze welcomed your aching cunt as your husband threw the useless pieces of torn fabric on the floor. 

“haru! those were my favorite.” you scolded him, eyes now glaring at him as he looked up from your thighs with a sly grin. 

“they were getting in my way.” he defended, making you roll your eyes. glimmering teal eyes fell on your wet cunt that was dripping with arousal, making sanzu salivate. 

“absolutely gorgeous. fuck, stop being so shy, baby. come here.” your husband encouraged you to move forwards. your mind was fogged up with so many thoughts that you just followed his cues, now hovering your pussy right above his face. 

not being able to wait any longer, he slammed your hips down, soft plump lips meeting your puffy folds as you let out a moan. his tongue licked a long stripe on your slit, parting your folds as your eyes screwed shut. 

sanzu’s hands were secured on your thighs, locking you in place just in case you would squirm away from his hold. a nimble thumb began to rub the soft and swollen bundle of nerves that ached to be pleasured, your back arching as the movement of his tongue was strategic to follow the rhythm of his finger. 

“oh my- fuck!” you cried out, latching onto his hair as you pushed his face deeper into your cunt, riding his face just like how he wanted you to. sanzu continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit before teasingly biting it, only to kiss it sorry afterwards. 

the sensation of these different actions had your body trembling and toes curling. your arousal was dripping down sanzu’s chin as you continued to rock your hips back and forth, the tip of his tongue bumping into your clit, making you choke on your own breaths. 

you felt the warm wet muscle prodding your hole that clenched around nothing, until the tip of sanzu’s tongue entered. you grabbed onto the headboard for dear life, knuckles turning white as he tongue fucked your hole. 

“mhmm, so delicious.” sanzu mumbled against your soaked cunt, the vibration of his words sending tingles all over your stomach. although it hasn’t been even an hour since sanzu had his meal, his hunger for you grew and he felt like he could just devour you. 

“i’m gonna-” you could even finish your sentence, as it was interrupted by a moan that ripped through your throat, tears pooling in your eyes from over stimulation as sanzu kept on running his tongue through your slit, slurping up all your cum as you creamed on his face. 

he gave your clit one last suck before releasing it, his mouth making a loud ‘pop’ noise, giving a small kiss on the swollen bud before looking up at you with a hazy look. his lips were red and glazed with your cum, eyes half-lidded as a lazy smirk was plastered on his lips. 

“i need you inside me so bad, haru. please, can’t wait any longer.” you breathed out heavily, trying to catch your breath from that mind-blowing orgasm that he just put you through. you knew you were still sensitive from it, but your walls were desperate to feel the intrusion of his heavy cock inside you. 

“your wish is my command.” sanzu gave you one final kiss on your inner thigh before softly pushing you beneath him. he sat on his knees, taking off his t-shirt as you shamelessly eye-fucked him. 

his body was a work of art. 

toned abs and beautifully sculpted muscles on his back, small bruises and scars littered on his sweet skin. you were happy to see that, remembering how thin and fragile his body was when you first met him. that’s when you learned that his eating habits were awful, a diet consisted of alcohol, energy drinks, emergency fast foods and sometimes drugs. 

from then on you would always cook for him, reminding him to always finish his food and drink plenty of water. you even managed to break some of his bad habits, such as touching drugs and alcohols, although you told him that ocassional drinks are fine. 

sanzu would forever be thankful towards you because you were his savior, someone who pulled him out of that dark hole that consumed him. 

you were the light in his life that guided him back. 

“need to feel you, haru.” you reached out your arms, ushering him to come closer to you. he gave you a soft smile before leaning forwards, your hands almost immediately wrapping around his back as you pulled him in your embrace. 

your hands traced every crease of every muscle, your tender touches making him shiver as he looked at you with lovesick eyes. your cherry flavored lips kissed along his jawline before finally pressing a needy kiss on his lips. 

you sucked on his bottom lip before giving it a small bite, making him giggle as you smiled against his lips. 

“you’re so pretty, haruchiyo. all mine, you’re all mine.” you whispered to him, doey eyes locking with his shiny teal ones as he was at a loss for words. 

he took one of your hands and placed it on his slightly red cheek before leaning into your warm touch. his kissed your palm before looking back at you. 

“all yours, my love. god, you’re so perfect.” sanzu moaned out as you tugged his hair, now licking against his neck before playfully biting it. he smelled so fucking good, the scent of soft vanilla from his body wash and coconut from his shampoo. 

sanzu pulled away, curious hands grabbing onto one of your tits, feeling the hardend bud under the pads of his thumb. he teased it from the surface of the fabric of your nightie. 

he lifted your nightie, bare tits spiling out as he didn’t have to go through the trouble of taking off your bra, knowing that you don’t sleep with a bra on. your nipples were swollen and screamed out to him to be sucked. 

sanzu latched his mouth onto one of your tits, his unoccupied hand playing with your other one. you tangled your fingers in his hair, shoving his face in your chest as he eagerly sucked on your nipples before biting and kissing the flesh around it, showing love to both of them with his skillful tongue. 

he swirled his tongue on your nipple while his finger twisted and pinched the other one, making your mind go blank. sanzu slowly worked his way down, leaving wet open-mouthed kissed on your belly, fingers delicately tracing the stretch marks on your skin before kissing them as well. 

sanzu loved you to bits, every scar and every flaw, he loved it all. 

the pink haired male loved to touch every single inch of you body, like a prized possession. he treated your skin like silk. soft, smooth and rich although he wasn't afraid to place his own marks on it to claim you to be his. the way he caressed and kissed your flesh as he engulfed you into his being made you feel whole again. 

“gonna make you feel so good, treat you the way you deserve to be treated, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead before leaning back. sanzu discarded his pants and threw them on the floor as you followed his footsteps, completely stripping the nightie off of your body. 

you both took in a moment to take in the sight of each other, naked and yearning for each other’s love. 

sanzu’s cock was painfully hard with an angry leaking tip. he was huge and thick as well, twin veins gracefully going up the sides of the shear length of his dick. he pumped his cock a few times, letting out a few whimpers as his other hand fondled with your tits. 

“shit, no more playing around.” sanzu was now in between your legs, both of his hands opening your thighs as you felt his cock resting on top of your wet pussy. 

he grabbed his cock before running it against your slit, his tip digging into your fold before nudging your clit. you let out the long breath that you’ve been holding, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. 

sanzu dragged his cock down your drenched cunt as way to lubricate himself from your juices before stopping right on your hole. 

“gonna be gentle, okay? tell me if it hurts.” he assured you, giving you a quick peck as one of his hands came down, interlocking fingers with yours before putting your hands besides your head. 

without another word, sanzu pushed himself in. you let out a small yelp from pain, tears strolling down your cheeks as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. every time that you both would get intimate and have sex, it would always feel like you’re a virgin all over again. 

he was just too fucking big.

“i’m so sorry, my love. do you-”

“no, keep going.” you mumbled against his skin, trying to relax your muscles to make it easier for him to fit. your walls burned from the stretch as it’s been pretty long since you’ve last got intimate with your husband. 

he’s been tired and busy, so you didn’t blame him. 

“god, you’re so tight. i haven’t been fucking my baby right, huh? my precious little wife, i’m so sorry.” sanzu said as he fully sheathed himself inside your tight cunt, your warm walls hugging his throbbing hard cock.

he kissed you while his other hand came down to have his fingers toy with your clit, trying to distract you from the pain as you moaned into his mouth. you licked his lips before shoving your tongue into his mouth, kissing him with need and lust. 

“m-move.” you stuttered out, feeling him starting to thrust into your pussy as you gasped against his lips, nails grazing on the skin of his back. the bare feeling of his cock making love to your wet cunt sent you over the edge, the raw feeling of his skin on yours was too much to take in. 

you were gushing around him, his thrusts becoming more harder and stronger as his hips pistoned against you. sanzu’s pelvis slammed against your inner thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in, balls smacking against your ass. 

his cock was lodged deep inside your warm pussy, countless number of moans and curses exiting both of your lips. sanzu was becoming pussy drunk on the feeling of you clenching around his cock, while your legs trembled in pleasure as you felt the veins running along the length of his cock deliciously grazing your walls. 

“haru! oh, god!” you cried out, his tip hitting your cervix as your eyes rolled back, mind only clouded with your husband. sanzu kept thrusting his cock in a rhythmic pattern, knowing that you were close from the way a ring of white formed at the base of his shaft. 

“gonna cum!” tears were pooling in your eyes as your body twitched, gasping for air as you let out a loud moan before cumming around your husband’s cock. you walls tightened around him even more, making sanzu shudder as he released thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white. 

your chest was heaving up and down, feeling all the energy in your body being pulled out as your vision was slowly starting to clear up. sanzu collapsed on top of your figure, careful to not put his entire weight on you and crush you. 

you felt his rapid heartbeat against your chest, noticing how yours synchronized with his. he laid his head on your chest, kissing the valley between your tits as you stroked his hair. 

“y/n?” sanzu tiredly called out, making you hum in response, waiting in anticipation for his words.

“i really love you... a lot. i know i may not have been the best husband because of how caught up i’ve gotten with bonten’s shit. but, i promise you baby, you’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane. i’m so sorry.” you felt small droplets of warm tears on your skin, bringing a palm to his cheek as you caressed his face. 

“haru, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i know what i got myself into when i first kissed you, darling. even if i have to go to the end of the earth to just see you, then so be it. i love you, haru, more than you could ever imagine.” you spoke with adoration, wiping away the tears from his face as he sniffled. 

sanzu brought his head up, giving you a toothy smile which made a smile of your own etch on your lips. 

“i’m taking the whole next week off. so, make a list of all the things you wanna do. we’ll start off with a date tomorrow, have you all dolled up just for me. how does that sound?” the scars on his face was now raised from how bright his smile was, but to his surprise you shook your head. 

“why?!” he whined, feeling both of your hands come up to craddle his face before bringing him close to yours. you kissed the twin diamond shaped scars, making him look at you with confusion. 

“i just wanna stay in bed you tomorrow all day, feel you and kiss you all i want. we’ll go on a date the day after.” you suggested, making him let out a sigh before he chuckled. 

“i’m gonna eat you up one day, i swear!” sanzu began to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you tried to stop him. 

to answer your previous question, no. you didn’t need to use quantum jumping to shift to your desired reality. 

because this moment right here was the reality you could ever dream of having, your precious husband in your arms safe and sound. no matter how hard the universe tries to keep sanzu haruchiyo away from you, at the end of the day, he’ll always come back to you. he’ll always come back, softly talking to you about how his day went as you slept, holding you tight in his arms while you were dreaming.

because to him, you are his home. 

[vintageshanny]

Officer Presley and the Librarian - Part 10 - The Karate Kid

Content: BDE in fall of 1974, fluff, smut, talk of pregnancy, 18+

I’m quite sure this pales in comparison to @be-my-ally ‘s karate fic, but ever since spotting the torn pants photos, I felt compelled to write about it.

The dates don’t match up perfectly, but the karate part is based on the actual demonstration from September 1974.

As your eyes locked with Elvis’, he gently moved his hand down to your stomach and traced his fingers over your soft skin.  He looked down, as if studying you, taking every detail in, and a slow smile began to spread across his lips.  “We’re gonna have a baby.  I-I-I’m gonna have a son,” he said, his eyes filled with a joy you hadn’t seen before.  “Woah, Elvis, we don’t know that yet.  And even if I am, you don’t know if it will be a boy,” you whispered, feeling stunned and unsure of every emotion coursing through you right now.  “No, I know honey, I have a sense about this, and you’re gonna give me the son I’ve been waitin’ for.  Ain’tcha happy, baby?” he asked, looking back into your eyes.  His own were misty with emotion.

“I am, of course,” you said quickly, not wanting to dampen his spirits again, “I just think we should wait to know for sure.  Plus, um, I mean, aren’t you worried about how it will look?” your voice dropped to a whisper at the end.  “With us not being married, I mean?”  Elvis frowned just a tiny bit as he considered, seemingly for the first time, the optics of the situation.  “W-w-well, we’ll jus’ havta get married right away,” he said, perking right back up with this simple solution.  You swallowed, trying to quell your feelings of disappointment at this very spur-of-the-moment, unromantic proposal.  There was never any point in trying to hide your feelings from Elvis, though, because he could always see right through you.

“Baby,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead soothingly, “I was gonna marry ya anyway, ya know that.  A-a-and i-it’s gonna be special, you’ll see.”  He gazed down at you lovingly.  “Ya still wanna be with me, right?” he said, a wave of shyness and nerves suddenly washing over him.  “Elvis, the one thing I’m always sure of is that I want to be with you,” you said reassuringly, stroking his hand that was still pressed gently against your abdomen.  “Why don’t we have a test done and then we can decide what to do next?” you asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.  “‘S a good plan, baby, I’ll call the doctor right away.  He can bring the testing stuff here so we don’t have to go out.  There’s a test now where they can find out in just a couple hours.”  You grinned a little bit at this information.  “How do you know that?” you questioned teasingly.  “I read it in my medical books,” Elvis shrugged with a little smirk.

Two hours later, the doctor had come and collected a sample from you with the promise that he would call as soon as the results were in.  You sat on the couch in the living room trying to decide what you wanted the results to be.  You loved Elvis so deeply and you had always wanted a family.  Elvis made it so easy to be hopeful and believe that all your dreams were within reach.  On the other hand, there would be no turning back after this.  The mood swings, the fears about other women, the pressure of his strange schedule…all of it would be your life now.

Your train of thought was broken by Elvis approaching you with a little boy look on his face and something metal in his hand.    “Sweetheart?  Would you pwease cut my toenails?” he said in his baby voice.  “My yittle sooties are hurting.”  Despite your anxiety, you giggled and pulled him down on the couch next to you, patting your lap for him to put his feet on.  He leaned back and rested his bare feet on your thighs.  You took the nail clipper and set to work, being careful not to cut the skin.  “Baby, this one looks ingrown.  I think you need to have the doctor look at it,” you frowned as he winced in pain when you touched it.  “Okay, mommy,” he said with a little smile.  You finished the other toenails and lifted his foot to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss right as Charlie walked in the room and gave the two of you a look.  You dropped the foot back to your lap, flushing with embarrassment as Elvis let out a loud laugh. 

“Y’all two are somethin’ else,” Charlie muttered with disgust as Elvis kept laughing.  “What?  I can’t have my baby kiss my feet in my own livin’ room?” Elvis said with mock outrage.  “We’re waitin’ for an important call,” he said, his tone changing to something more serious.  “Oh?  What’s up, boss?”  Charlie asked, concerned.  You looked over at Elvis, trying to silently signal him to stop talking, but it was no use.  He never could keep a secret for longer than ten minutes.  “We might be havin’ a baby,” he confided with glee, his eyes lighting up just from saying the words out loud.  Charlie’s jaw dropped so far to the ground, he looked like a cartoon character.  “Wow,” he finally managed to sputter out.  “Congratulations?  This is good, right?” he asked nervously.  “Of course, man,” Elvis said excitedly.  “My little Yisa will finally get that brother I promised her,” he smiled.  You could see Charlie trying to suppress a grin at Elvis thinking he could control what sex the baby was.  

The phone rang and Elvis nearly leapt off the couch, ignoring the pain in his toe.  You sat nervously, your stomach in knots, waiting to hear the news.  Elvis came back in the room, looking down, but you could see the energy radiating off of him.  You knew what the news was before he looked up and showed you the huge crooked smile that spread across his whole face.  “We’re havin’ a baby!” he yelled excitedly, quite literally sweeping you off the couch and into his arms.  When you saw the genuine happiness rolling off of him as he pulled you in for a big old kiss, you couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be without him, no matter what complications it might bring into your life.  For the first time in your life, you felt that you shared a love with someone that could get you through anything.  

Red and Sonny came running up from the pool room when they heard the commotion, and Charlie filled them in while Elvis was still holding you tight.  “Congrats, man, when’s the wedding?” Red asked.  “As soon as possible,” Elvis said, finally loosening his grip on you.  He reached his arms around you from the back and held your belly gently, nuzzling his chin down into your shoulder.  You smiled blissfully at him, the two of you lost in your own little world for a moment until Red cleared his throat a little bit.  “You have that karate demonstration that’s supposed to be filmed this week, boss.”  “Well, maybe we can have the weddin’ here next weekend then,” Elvis said.  “Yeah, that should work.  Have someone start makin’ plans.  We have to go celebrate,” he said with a wink as he led you upstairs, his hand carefully guiding the small of your back.

“So how did you want to celebrate?” you teased once the two of you were alone in the bedroom.  “Ta be honest, baby, I jus’ wanna hold ya,” Elvis whispered as he helped you onto the bed and laid next to you.  “I’m so happy, I jus’ don’ even have words for it,” he said as he stared into your eyes.  You could feel your heart melting into a puddle as he gazed right into your soul.  “I think God has given me a second chance at having the happy family I always dreamed of,” Elvis spoke in a soft tender tone as his fingers traced over your features, memorizing the feel of them.  “I ain’t gonna waste it, baby, I’m gonna do right by you.  Give ya everything ya deserve.”  Tears filled your eyes at the sweet words you’d always longed to hear.  The two of you fell asleep in a tender embrace, dreaming of the possibilities the future now held.  

The next morning, well maybe early afternoon, you awoke to the sound of Elvis muttering right outside the bedroom door.  “Goddammit, lemme carry it!  I wanted it ta be somethin’ special from me!” you could hear him snapping at whoever was out there with him.  “Baby?”  you called out sleepily.  “Are you okay?”  Elvis came bursting into the room with a big cheesy grin, carrying a tray with french toast, orange juice, a single red rose in a vase, and a small black velvet box.  Your face lit up when you saw what effort he’d put in, or at least had someone help him put in, to make a romantic gesture for you.  “What’s all this?” you smiled as you sat up against the headboard, unable to contain your excitement.  Elvis set the tray on your lap and sat at the edge of the bed next to you, his leg bouncing with nerves.  

“W-w-well, baby, I w-w-wanted ta show ya how special ya are.  Ya wrote me those sweet poems, so I wr-wr-wrote s-s-somethin’ for you,” he said, stuttering so badly he could hardly get all the words out.  He pulled a little paper from his pajama shirt pocket and unfolded it, peering at it through his glasses.  He cleared his throat nervously, and you could see his hand that was holding the paper shaking a little bit.  You reached out and gave it a reassuring squeeze as he started to read.

“Baby, I never thought I would find someone who’d understand me completely and accept me for everything that I am.  You never make me feel bad about my interests or my spiritual search, you only lift me up and encourage me.  I want us to take care of each other forever.  Wh-wh-what I’m tryin’ to say is, Roses are red, Violets are blue, I can’t imagine my life without you.”  With that, Elvis turned and gave you a little lopsided smile and opened the black velvet box from the tray.  Inside was a giant sparkling sapphire and diamond ring.  “Honey, will ya marry me?”  he whispered.  Tears spilled out of your eyes and rolled down your cheeks as you responded.  “Elvis, it would be a dream come true.  Thank you for making this such a special moment.”  “Of course,” he said, slipping the ring on your finger and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.  “I gotta take care of my baby.  Babies,” he added with a smile, patting your belly.  “Now honey, you just enjoy your breakfast and rest.  Charlie’s gonna take me to have my toe looked at so I’m ready for the karate demonstration tomorrah.”  He kissed your forehead and went to get dressed.

You couldn’t stop staring at the ring as you leaned against Elvis in the car the next day.  You were on your way to the karate demonstration, Elvis’ toe freshly bandaged after having the ingrown nail removed.  “Are you sure you’re okay to do this demonstration?” you asked with concern.  “Of course, baby, I ain’t gonna let a sore toe stop me from doin’ somethin’ this important.”  “I am excited to see you do your karate,” you admitted with a sheepish grin.  You could feel yourself blushing as Elvis looked down at you with a knowing smile.  “Oh, yeah?  How excited are ya?” he whispered in your ear as he leaned in close.  “I’ll let you know after I see all your moves,” you teased.  

Your excitement only grew once you saw Elvis in action.  They were filming the demonstration for a karate documentary he was working on, and you could see how confident and passionate he was about it.  He looked so handsome in his special white karate uniform trimmed with red satin.  Unfortunately, the uniform could not quite hold up to his passion.  Or his muscular thighs.  A few minutes into a kicking demonstration, a loup rip could be heard, and Elvis quickly moved his legs together.  He laughed nervously as the audience looked at him, confused, wondering what had happened.  “Um, i-i-it seems I just split ma pants,” he announced to Kang Rhee and the entire room.  “I’m not wearin’ underwear,” he continued, a slight flush rising in his face, “so we’re gonna have ta change the demonstration a little bit.”  

The audience chuckled and Elvis seemed to take the whole situation in stride, but your heart started racing.  Little Elvis was just hanging there under some ripped fabric, waiting for you to take care of him.  He was hidden from view, but just knowing what easy access you’d have to him made your heartbeat throb in your chest and down below.  Now you couldn’t wait until the demonstration was over. 

Elvis showed some self-defense moves, including what to do when the attacker has a gun.  In one situation, he got down on his knees and told the audience that their only recourse now would be to pray, which caused some more laughter.  You were proud of what a great job he was doing, but you also couldn’t wait to get him alone.  Elvis looked back at you and smiled, waiting for a look of approval on how he was doing.  You looked him up and down and winked, which made his face turn almost the same color as the satin trim on his uniform.  He shook his head slightly and looked away, but you could see a smirk on his face.

After the demonstration was finally over and everyone was clearing out, Elvis came back and leaned in close to you.  “Baby,” he whispered, “ya can’t be lookin’ at me all hungry like that when I ain’t got nothin’ to keep myself…constrained.  Ya don’ want everyone here to see him pokin’ out, ready to play, do ya?” His hand roughly squeezed your thigh as he spoke.  “No, but I’m ready to play,” you whispered back, creeping your hand in between his legs, searching for the rip in the fabric.  Elvis glanced over his shoulder and saw the room was now empty.  He turned back to look at you right as your hand found what it was looking for.  “Uuuhh,” Elvis groaned as your fingers reached through the hole in the crotch of his pants and traced over the soft chubbiness hanging there.  You could feel him start to firm up right away, twitching under your fingertips.  His hand found its way up your thigh and under your skirt.  “A-a-anyone could walk back in, baby,” he whispered even as he slipped his fingers through the side of your panties and felt the wet heat waiting there for him.  “I can see the door,” you whispered as you wrapped your whole hand around him, stroking his now hard length.  “I’ll stop if someone comes in.”  Your soft panting filled the room as you both worked on pleasuring each other, his long fingers deftly dipping through your soaking folds and rubbing the wetness over your clit as you tugged gently on him and rubbed your thumb over the weepy slit on his head.

Just as you felt your legs about to start shaking around Elvis’ hand, footsteps sounded outside the door.  You quickly pulled your hand out of his pants and smoothed your skirt down.  “Oh, Master Rhee, it was a great demonstration,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t sound strained.  You stepped in front of Elvis to hide the giant erection he was still sporting.  He stood so close behind you, you could feel him pulsing against your back.  After you were alone again, you turned to Elvis and smiled.  “Let’s finish what we started, baby,” you said breathily, needing to find some release.  Elvis nodded, grabbing your hand needily and putting it back on his cock.  “Honey, you don’ know whachya do ta me,” he groaned.  This time he got you to the finish line without interruption, and after your legs stopped shaking, you knelt down before him so he could finish without leaving a mess anywhere but your mouth. “That was definitely a satisfying demonstration,” you teased, licking your lips as he helped you to your feet.  “Mmm, ‘m glad ya enjoyed it, baby,” he winked.

As the two of you drove back home, you leaned against Elvis and let out a contented sigh, tracing your hand over his belly how you always loved to do.  “What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, rubbing your leg soothingly.  “I’m just excited to see if our baby is as good a kicker as his daddy,” you said with a big grin.  “See, you think it’s a boy too, don’t ya?” Elvis exclaimed.  “I can’t wait to find that out too, baby.”  He kissed the top of your head and nuzzled his cheek sweetly against it.

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[tarithenurse]

Sticky Situation

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing/starring: Dean Winchester x fem!angel!reader Word count: 2148 Content: Depiction of gore, smut, naïve reader, sex pollen/stuff so a bit rough and unceremoniously, probably incorrect monster and angel lore, confessions of sorts, doubts, fear of dub/non-con (but it’s not – you’ll see), also some reference to soft smut. A/N: The second result of the CAH-inspired fics. This time it ended up with a SPN-fic. The concept is simple: I’d picked a bunch of black cards from Cards Against Humanity and let you all vote on what should be the basis of my next project. You chose “Why am I sticky?”. So this is really not my fault. Betaed by the lovely TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse.

Sticky Situation

... Dean ...

Fishing his phone out of the pocket, Dean hits a few buttons and listens to the dial tone.

Sam picks up on the third ring: “How’d it go?” he sounds distracted.

The hunter surveys the chaos. Three monsters down. [Y/N] is kneeling over one of them, angel blade poking gingerly at a decapitated corpse. She and Dean had been hunting what they thought was a nest of vampires at first but the angel had quickly verified that, no: this was something else. Something new even to her. Then again, she hasn’t been an angel for that long, according to herself.

“Why...am I sticky?”

“Comes with the job,” the younger brother chuckles.

“But it’s pink!” Sam had been their go-to when they realized it wasn’t vamps, suggesting the usually efficient method of killing. Now Dean hoped there were other answers...although they’d manage to end the immediate threat.

There’s a moment of hesitation. “Not just blood?”

“No. The blood was black but then one of them barfed on us. Is it gonna kill us?”

This time the pause is filled with pages ruffling. Meanwhile [Y/N] has taken to investigate the colourful substance she too is covered in. With a snap of the fingers it’s gone and she does the same to Dean who nods at her gratefully, making her smile shyly. She’s okay although a bit...inexperienced. Technically, she’s more than okay. In fact, she’s rather cute and Dean has had a hard time getting her off of his mind even when she’s not around.

“Oh,” Sam’s voice cuts through the derailing train of thoughts, “so good news is, you’re not gonna die -”

“Thank fuck.”

“- but these are a kind of incubus and if you gotten any of the ‘pink stuff’ on you, you will start to feel -”

But Dean doesn’t listen. A potential crisis averted, he just finishes the call and stuffs the phone in his pocket.

“Thanks for removing the junk.”

“What was it? I’ve never encountered such creatures before.”

“Nothing that can kill us.” Dean runs a hand across his neck – it’s starting to get warm and his clothes are chafing. Maybe the stuff did have some effect. Should I have listened to Sam? Nah. Dean’s feeling confident. After all: he’s got an angel to fix him if he gets wonky from whatever the shit was.

“Are you alright?” [Y/N] asks.

Truth be told, Dean’s less alright than a moment ago. Hot and bothered, his clothes feel uncomfortable against his skin and he’s starting to feel another problem, one that he’s not ready to deal with: having the angel he desires nearby. Shaking his head, he tries to refocus one something else than her figure and scent.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he croaks – unconvincingly.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she notices the pearls of sweat starting to form on his forehead. She doesn’t believe him. “Dean. Let me help you.”

She reaches out before he can tell her not to and places a delicate hand on his cheek. It feels like a summer’s breeze passing through and into him, momentarily relieving the ache that’s growing along with his cock...but as soon as she’s done, it all returns at full force.

Dean groans the moment she lets her hand fall from his clammy skin. “Let’s just get back to the Bunker.”

“I don’t understand,” she trails after him out of the warehouse anyways, “my powers...”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But you’re in pain.”

He dismisses her even though it's true. His entire body is burning up. It feels like...like he needs to take an ice cold shower but he instinctively understands that the fix to this won’t be as simple. He knows that he needs to cum. Regardless of having dreamt of [Y/N] in oh so many ways, he still realizes that he can't ask this of her.

They make it to the Impala in silence and Dean pops the trunk, tossing the weapons in carelessly. He’s just about to slam it closed when he hears a foreign sound. A soft whimper. Looking up at his friend, he sees her leaning heavily onto the car, a hand clutching her lower abdomen. Panic rushes through him: did she get injured?

“Dean...I...what’s happening?” she pleads and when she looks over, he sees how blown her pupils are. “It hurts. And I...I...crave...” her voice trails off.

The hunter knows he ought to keep his distance but seeing [Y/N] like this overrides everything, even his own lust for a brief moment. Rushing to her side, he wraps an arm around her to support some of her weight, but the nearness is dangerous as her scent threatens to overwhelm him. A new tang has been woven into it. Jasmines. Strong, sweet, intoxicating.

He grits his teeth as he tries to power through what's clouding his mind. “Hey, look at me,” he says.

She doesn’t so he turns her face towards him with a hand cupping her cheek. Right away, she leans into his touch, sighing. He feels it too, the momentary relief that the skin contact brings. Wanting more, he grabs her face with both hands and presses his forehead to hers.

“[Y/N], we’re gonna be fine. It’s just the junk. Sam was saying something about -”

He never gets further as her lips crash onto his. Baffled, Dean relishing in the brief alleviation. It feels even better when he slips his tongue into her mouth, tasting her for the first time. Then the pain spikes in his groin and he is brought back to reality and he basically jumps back a few steps.

At that moment a text pings in and Dean is grateful for the distraction...at least until he reads the few words: “I was wrong: without a sexual release, the pink stuff will kill you.”

There’s a whole other paragraph of information but Dean only picks out a few of the words in his haze. Incubus. Succubus. They all have the same reputation: fucking while devouring their victims. Well at least there will be no devouring but it really does feel like he’s about to die if he doesn’t get some release now.

“Get in the car,” he growls, startling the angel, “get in and...get off. It might help.”

“I don’t understand...” She just stands there, head cocked and eyes brimming with unshed tears.

He groans silently, his own urges threatening to overpower his remaining sense of modesty. “I don’t know if it’s lethal to angels but this...this can kill me. Us, unless you...uhm...cum?” This is not the talk he had ever imagined to have with his crush but oh well...desperate times and all that. “So get in the car, get a hand in your pants, save yourself.”

He turns to open the door for her, one hand discreetly palming his erection through the jeans.

“Dean,” she whispers, “I...don’t know how to.” Of course she doesn’t, she’s an angel. Sweet, innocent, far removed from any ideas about lust. “But it hurts, Dean. Please help me...help yourself too...with me.”

His neck almost breaks at the speed of which he turns his head to look at her. Already, she’s pulling on her clothes, tossing the discarded items to the ground without a care. And fuck, she looks gorgeous.

Dean shouldn’t do it. He should triple check and even then still turn her offer down because it’s not what she really wants. It can’t be. But the last bit of restraint has burned away and he’s on her in two steps, pulling her close so he can drown in her scent again, his lips bearing down on her neck and exposed breasts.

Frantically, [Y/N] tugs at his flannel before resolutely snapping her fingers and suddenly they’re both completely naked. Nothing keeps Dean’s erection from bouncing against her abdomen...and it feels right.

They move feverishly, hands exploring curves and expanses, relishing in the comfort of the contact until that isn’t enough either. They both groan as Dean dips his finger between her legs: she’s drenched. Lifting her, supple legs wrapping around his waist, he stumbles the few steps around to the hood of the car and sits her on the edge, feet resting on the bumper and thighs spread wide so he can see everything. Fucking delicious. He pushes her onto her back, breasts heaving with each laboured breath.

A new pang of pain spears him and the hunter knows what they both need.

He tries to go slow, he really does: running his cock head between the folds so the pre-cum mixes with her juices, lubing him up so he can easily glide in. She’s tight and it’s so freaking good. Inch by inch, he fills her up. The sounds she makes...he could never have imagined anything hotter or filthier coming from her.

“I got you,” he whispers hoarsely as he bottoms out completely.

Hoisting herself up on her elbows, [Y/N]’s gaze is glowing as she implores him: “More. Please move.”

Switching his grip to her waist, Dean pulls out almost completely before ramming back in with a grunt. Again and again and again, spurred on by her sounds. It feels amazing and he knows he can’t last long but there’s still a part of him that wants her to feel good too. He reaches for her clit and begins to rub circles with his thumb, making her moan loudly.

“S-so good!” his angel babbles.

It doesn’t last long for both of them to come undone and Dean collapses onto her. It’s an awkward position but nothing can ruin the post-bliss haze as he feels himself soften a little bit still inside her.

Or so he thinks.

Something does break through the fog soon enough as the lust reignites his body once more. And he can see it’s happening to [Y/N] too.

“Dean,” she begs, breaking his heart.

He kisses her. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable first.”

Then the hunter coaxes her into the wide backseat of the Impala.

...

Dean barely registers that he’s lying on his back in the Impala because there’s another sensation: much more comfortable than usual, his morning wood is nestled snugly in a tight heat and a warm and subtle figure lies on top of him. Seemingly asleep (despite previous claims not to need that sort of mundane arrangements) [Y/N] is breathing slowly with a little smile on her lips. Ever so gently, he manages to pull out but he can’t do anything about the flushness.

What the fuck? Wrecking his brain, only bits and pieces start to come back to him before her eyes flutter open.

“Dean?” she mumbles, squirming only for a fraction of a second before she freezes completely.

She takes a moment to take it all in while sitting up as much as the low roof of the car allows. Nimble hands skirt over her naked body and delve between her legs without any sign of shame.

“Why am I sticky?”

Dean remembers now. He remembers everything and it leaves a sour taste in his mouth because he knows what he did was wrong. He took advantage of her. Afraid to meet her gaze, the hunter breathes deeply before turning his face to find...just a frown. Maybe she can’t recall everything? But no, he sees the moment it all comes back to her.

“Oh,” she gasps.

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N]!” he rushes, “I...what we did...I should never ha-”

A finger lands on his mouth to shush him. “If I remember correctly...you’d have died otherwise?”

That’s true but he knows it would have been better to pick that route rather than throw himself onto her the way he had. He explains as much but she doesn’t seem to understand.

“Dean...even without the risk of impending death...you didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

“Wait, what?!” That’s the last thing he’d expected to hear.

She smiles shyly. “I’ve been...feeling things about you.” A moment passes where she’s trying to say something more, opening and closing that pretty mouth before eventually settling on: “Have you...do you...?”

“Yeah, me too,” Dean admits before returning to his concerns, “but what I did...I took advantage of you! You couldn’t say no and I’m so sorry!”

“So it would be different if I asked now that I’m not under the influence of the incubus?”

“Yes,” he barely manages to say before she wriggles her pelvis, slick core rubbing along his still happy morning wood.

This time her smile is big, cheeky like he’s never seen before. “Dean...I want to.”

“Fuck...yes!”

Hoisting herself up a bit, she reaches down to align his cock with her entrance before sinking onto him. It feels much better than last night as she slowly rides them both to renewed highs, guided by his hands on her hips.

Upon completion, she collapses onto him, snuggling in with Dean’s cock still buried deep inside.

“Thank you,” [Y/N] mumbles against his neck.

“Anytime, angel.”

[hawkzeyes]

hey i'm so sorry i know you've linked to it probably a million times but i can't find it: can i have the link to your hawkeye reading list pleaseee and thank you 🥳

Hi Hi!! Please never apologize for asking I have the most unorganized blog in all hawkeye accounts LMFAOOO so not being able to find recs in here is understandable

Im assuming you mean Clint, but just in case not I will add Kate's in at the end!

So First of course is this icon's first appearance in

Tales of Suspense #57 (1964) - (he also shows up a few more times in tales of suspense but obviously this is the most important one!)

The Avengers #16 (1965) is when he joins and becomes our favorite little Avenging Archer (forewarning he is a little shit here. His favroite pass time in the beginning is driving Steve up a wall. I personally find this dynamic very funny but some dont)

He is with the Avengers for a really long time. Like more than 150+ comics(he isn't Hawkeye the whole time though as he does have a little bit I believe that starts in Avengers #63-#98 where he is Goliath. He comes back to us as Hawkeye in Avenger #99)

Hawkeye (1983) is his first solo ever! It's a mini series but its one of my personal favroites!

West Coast Avengers (1984)- this is where we get to see him take lead in a brand new team in California!

The West Coast Avengers (1985)- this is just a contitnuation of the previous mentioned!

Solo Avengers (1987)- We find out more tea about Clint's life prior to avenging here

He stays with the West Coast Avengers for a hot minute before we get his second solo

Hawkeye (1994) he's reaaaaal tough guy big feelings in this one

then he shows up in Avengers again in 1995 (yeah I know but hey he is the avenging archer so that's where youre gonna find him the most) He even gets a new lil fit and everything (he looks like he belongs in a boyband and I love it)

Thunderbolts (1998) is where Clint shows up ( in 2001 I believe) and takes over the team! He essentially helps try to guide them into being a good hero team and if I remember correctly I think its either #74-#75 where he leaves the Thunderbolts (I can't remember exactly I'm sorry)

Hawkeye (2003)- a third solo!!! look at our little guy go!!!

Then he... well he dies LMFAOOO in Avengers (2004) and the Clint Barton you knew and love is about to change forever

The New Avengers #26 (2006) if i remember correctly and it's.. well it's a sad one and he isn't the lovely Hawkeye when he comes back either. This is where Clint becomes Ronin, which is a rather dark time for Clint.

Secret Invasion (2008) This is also sad im sorry LMFAOOO Clint's morals are tested often as Ronin

The New Avengers (2009) Again he is ronin here so if youre looking for Clint just as Hawkeye he isn't here but don't worry he is back as Hawkeye soon enough

New Avengers: The Reunion (2009) whooooo's he getting a reunon with ;)

Hawkeye & Mockingbird (2010) guess what, that's who he got a reunion with I LOVE THIS COMIC

Widowmaker (2010) is basically a continue on of ^ with Nat involved

Avengers: Solo (2011) CLINT!!!! AS!!! HAWKEYE!!! Doin Hawkeye shit

Hawkeye: Blindspot (2011) do you like family angst? Good. Here. Have the family angst.

There is an event going on around this time called Fear Itself that he is involved in and also he is in Secret Avengers (2012) starting #21 or #22 where he becomes the leader.

Hawkeye (2012) We all know and love this bad boy. You could fit so many tears into it.

Secret Avengers (2013) again??? yes again.

Secret Avengers (2014) haha yeah again

Hawkeye Vs Deadpool (2014) it's fun! it's cute! Wade makes me laugh and he has a soft spot for the Hawkeyes

All-New Hawkeye (2015) there is some retconning done here

I don't wanna talk about Civil War II (2016) it makes me really sad LMFAOOO but yes he is in it and it should be read because well.. he makes a BIGGGGGG choice here that I feel has def echoed in his characterization since and has caused lots of misleading beliefs about Clint

Occupy Avengers (2016) Woooooooh I like this one it's fun

Secret Empire (2017) He is in it if I remember correctly but I grouch about this whole concept because I thought it was stupid. It gives the same energy as "What if Superman was evil" and I'm sure as a DC fan you know how annoying that concept is.

Generations: Hawkeye(2017) This is soooo cute I love this one. Kate meets a younger Clint in it and they run around together

Tales of Suspense #101 (2018) This will never not make me laugh. Him and Bucky working together is always funny

He is also involved in Kate's Hawkeye run during this time but I've got that on her list

West Coast Avengers (2018) I liked this. I love when Kate and Clint work together and I liked seeing the nods to the original WCA

Hawkeye: Freefall (2020) crying puking throwing up it's so good and fun until it's not fun anymore

Black Widow (2020) Not my favroite run for Nat... feels like the tone is off but he is in it

Thunderbolts (2022) I liked this...would have been super cool if Marvel had kept it as a continuing run because I feel like it didn't get to finish it's story. I'm still sour about it.

NOW obviously this is not everything ever he has ever been in and I'm certainly not perfect enough to have read every. single. appearance. So please forgive me if I missed something important cause sometimes my brain is not so greeat with memory.

x Kate Reading List!

[skzddicted]

11:27 pm 

lee minho x gn reader

angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive (?? not sure)

warnings: angst, mentions of food, ed, reader is insecure about their body/weight, mentions of dieting, uses of petnames (angel/babe/baby/love) i think that's it please lmk if i missed anything!!

not proofread

“babe, i’m home!” minho's voice rang through the apartment. 

“are you up?” his voice rang again after not getting a response prior.

but you neither heard the door opening and being closed nor your boyfriend calling out for you twice. your thoughts were way too loud and blocked out every other sound around.

you felt horrible and the little voice inside your head that kept shouting and screaming at you asking why you did that when you were doing so well did not help in the slightest.

it wasn’t the first time this happened, in fact you lost count of how often this exact scenario had played out ever since you started dieting a couple months ago. which, by the way, was possibly the worst decision you could’ve ever made and everybody could see it, except for you. minho was never very fond of the idea of dieting in the first place, trying to talk you out of it several times because in his eyes you’re the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on, so you tried to hide how much it affected you from him. but that simply wasn’t possible. minho knew. he always knew. 

how could he not when he always saw how drained you looked and how you weren’t as bright and energetic as before. it broke his heart every time and every time he would hope for you to end this soon. 

minho started hearing the soft sobs from the kitchen, immediately making his way there and when he saw all the empty food wrappers on the counter he instantly knew what had happened. you were sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest with your face buried in them. he slowly approached you sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n, angel?” 

his presence startled you, making you back away and look up at him with fear. “hey, it’s just me” you relaxed into his touch letting him pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around you as you continued crying, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you tried to explain yourself in some way. “shh, it’s okay. you’re okay” minho whispered, stroking your hair to comfort you.

after a bit your sobs became less and less frequent until they eventually stopped. minho pulled away looking at you as you kept your gaze on the floor. “baby please look at me” he said cupping your cheeks making you look at him. 

“you know this isn’t doing you any good, right?” 

you nodded, knowing very well that he meant the whole cycle of dieting/basically starving yourself until you reach a breaking point and start binging.

“you are the most gorgeous person i have seen in my entire life, from inside and out and i will spend however long it takes showing you if it means you could see see yourself the way i do in the end”, “not that i would mind anyway” he winked at you, making you giggle at his antics.

“but back to the point. babe, me, your family and your friends are all worried about you. not only are you barely eating but you’re always so tired and barely have the energy to get through the day. heck, you even nearly fainted the other day”, “you’re beautiful as you are and you don’t need to lose any weight nor change yourself in any other way , okay?” again you nodded at him. you knew he was right and you needed to stop.

he leaned in to peck your forehead “i love you”

“i love you too, and.. thank you” you were really grateful for minho, for everything he does. “no need to thank me for anything, love” he hummed

“but let’s get up and go to bed please, it’s really cold here” you giggled again letting him pull you up from the floor.

“i need to clean this up first though,” you said looking at the stuff still laying on the counter from earlier. “i’ll do it, you go ahead and get ready for bed.” minho replied but you weren’t gonna let him do it on his own “we’ll do it together that way we’ll finish quicker” and with that you both quickly cleaned everything up and headed to bed.

a/n: i need a minho in my life </3

masterlist

[angelofrainfrogs]

Into the Pit: Ch. 1

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: He should be in the Daycare. 

Gregory emerges from the ball pit to find not the bright, rainbow room he’s accustomed to, but a house with a huge backyard and a kiddie pool of plastic “water.” Calling for Gregory is a familiar voice—Michael. Only this time it’s not Charlie or Freddy by his side, but someone completely new. And why do they insist on calling him their son?

Gregory soon comes to realize this existence is vastly different from anything he remembers. Perhaps these last few weeks at the Pizzaplex have all been a dream…?

Rating: T

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Dreadfully, terribly; something is amiss But I won't mind the feeling It's all made up in my head Destiny's melody calling out to me So what I'm gonna do is fall for you And walk out to the edge

~Into the Pit by DHeusta~

***

Gregory was in the middle of a small, grassy area. Upright with the free wind blowing gently on his face, a horrible wave of confusion and fear gripped him. Suddenly he was alone and in a completely new place, one he was sure he’d never been before. It looked like the backyard of a stranger’s home…

But how was this possible? Did he accidentally hit his head from the force of Mike’s throw? Was Gregory really just passed out, slowly suffocating under the rainbow river until his family inevitably fished him out? Slowly, Gregory kicked some of the bouncing plastic away as he fumbled to get free of the knee-high, homemade pool.

“Hello?! Charlie! MIKE!” he shouted, vision blurring with tears again. He must’ve hit his head hard to be dreaming of something so liminal—something he swore that he’d never seen before, yet felt strangely connected to.

“Dad?! WHERE IS EVERYONE?!” Gregory demanded to know, feeling his breathing pick up rapidly as panic took hold of him once more.

This just didn't make sense. When nothing but silence reached him, Gregory clammed up. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be shouting for help in a random backyard of an unfamiliar house. Gregory carefully dug through the plastic pool, looking for a spot where he could have fallen through. Yet there was no way back. Nothing. No hatch or hole, nor hidden slide leading to this random neighborhood from the familiarity of the Pizzaplex.

When his investigations came up short, Gregory took a moment to steel his nerve. Then, with a deep, determined breath, he walked for the house. Maybe whoever was inside could help him find his family...

***

As Gregory approached the back door, a man opened it and poked his head out. His face was familiar. Very familiar. It was one that Gregory had seen not five minutes earlier in fact, though the visage staring at him now was noticeably older.

Faint laugh lines creased Michael Afton’s face, crinkling the corners of his soft blue eyes as his mouth widened in a brilliant smile. He looked to be in his fifties now, though the rapid age progression wasn’t the most startling thing about him. It was the fact that he looked genuinely happy.

Even with his perfect android body and the ability to finally spend time with the family he loved more than anything, there’d always been a bit of a haunted look in Michael’s eyes. With all he’d suffered through the years, one couldn’t really expect anything less. Yet the man standing in front of Gregory possessed no such thing—there wasn’t a whisper of hollow aching behind those bright eyes that looked down at the kid with pure affection.

“There you are!” Michael exclaimed in an accented voice that was oh-so-familiar. At least that hadn’t changed. Opening the door fully, he gestured for Gregory to come inside with a laugh. “I thought you were in your room; we were calling for you! Didn’t want you to miss Saturday breakfast—it’s pancake day, remember?”

When Gregory didn’t move and Michael noticed the tears in his eyes, his face twisted into concern. “Whoa, what happened, kid?! Did you fall? Come inside; let’s clean you up and get some food in you—you’ll feel better in no time!”  

...This couldn't be Michael. Mike was old, but he didn’t look it. This Mike had smile lines and touches of greying hair. And most of all, his face didn't default to a wistful frown like the man Gregory knew. Whatever was going on had to be some sort of trick, or dream, or... something.

Gregory was holding onto his watch, pressing lightly on the spot where the damn thing burned him. It took a second before he could budge his feet, the sheer absurdity and unlikeliness of the situation stopping his tears like an emotional dam. Seeing past his fluffy, fringe bangs and really looking at him, Gregory trusted that this was indeed Michael. A copy couldn’t fake the level of empathy the guy had for him, marred by age lines or not.

Gregory immediately grasped for Mike’s open hand and followed him inside, clearly in a state of shock. Crossing the threshold of the backdoor, the smell of blueberry pancakes wafted all around them.

Who was cooking in the kitchen? Gregory would bet Freddy; maybe he’d gotten some extra software installed when he wasn’t looking... Though in reality, it was probably Charlie.

They had to pass through a backroom with a washer and dryer, clothes of all kinds littered around. Notably, all of them seemed to be clothes suited to a "boy's" style, some looking like they’d fit Gregory perfectly. Past the laundry room and through a cracked door, Michael led the way to the combined kitchen and dining room.

And there, casual as could be, stood someone Gregory had never seen before. A man, with long, curly blonde hair tied back for food preparation as he flipped the last of the warming pancakes off the griddle and onto an oversized serving plate.

“BOYS! FOOD'S REA—oh my god, you're right behind me!” The man with a tan complexion clutched his chest and laughed good-naturedly. “Sweet, you found him!”

The stranger's smile dropped a little as he saw the apprehensive and shocked look on Gregory’s face. Kneeling down to his level, this guy who was cooking in Michael's(?) kitchen seemed very worried about his well-being. “Oh dang, Mike... Looks like he was sleepwalking again.”

This little habit of Gregory’s worried the blonde to no end. He was fairly positive they checked that the doors were locked twice before setting off to bed... So how did the kid get out without either of them noticing? Surely one of them would’ve heard a half-asleep Greg struggling with the locks. At least it didn't look like he hurt himself—thank god. Gregory just appeared a little shaken up, with no blood in sight.

Letting out a deep, rumbling sigh, the blonde reached out. He couldn’t help but notice that Gregory flinched ever so slightly before his hand gently touched down onto his hair. He soothingly rubbed the top of Gregory’s head and sighed.

“Man, what are we gonna do with you, kid?” he remarked with a soft chuckle, trying not to make it all seem so serious in front of the kid in question. “Mike, d’you mind cleaning him up? I've gotta set the table before the griddle-cakes cool!”

Gregory may appear calm on the outside, but he was beyond confused. He was entering an almost catatonic state, uncertainty sending hot tingles racing up and down his spine. Who the hell was this guy?! And why was he so friendly with Mike? 

Gregory sure as hell didn't know him, but the dude seemed to know him. Even care about him, apparently.

“Are they... blueberry?” Gregory asked, smelling the distinctly sweet tartness wafting from the homey kitchen. The unfamiliar man shot him a sideways look before laughing once more.

“Yeah? Your favorite, little man! Now hustle, you two; these won't stay hot forever!” he reminded patiently, standing up and taking off the novelty 'LET'S PARTY!' apron he’d adorned to hang it on a nearby chicken-shaped hanger.  

“Yes, sir!” Michael chuckled, giving the man a jaunty salute with his free hand. Gently tugging Gregory along, he prompted the boy to follow him to the bathroom.

As they meandered through the house, familiar worry crossed Michael’s face. They’d triple-checked the locks last night, he was sure of it. Not that Gregory was incapable of opening doors, but his sleepwalking episodes usually just ended with him in standing near a random wall rambling nonsense about what, if they listened close enough, sounded like strange, horrible versions of their lives. He hadn’t wandered like that in quite a while…

The sleepwalking rants had been touched on during Gregory’s therapy sessions of course, though the shrink assured them it wasn’t cause for concern. It was just his mind trying to work through whatever unfortunate things he’d been through during his life before they’d adopted him from the hell that was their local foster care system. They were told not to worry, but Michael couldn’t help it.

Right now though, his goal was to clean Gregory up and get him to the breakfast table before there was more griping about food getting cold again.

“Alright, let’s put you riiight here,” Mike announced, face slipping back into that easy smile as he picked Gregory up under the arms to seat him on the closed toilet lid. The boy didn’t flinch from him like he’d done to the other, but he was a weird mixture of stiff-limbed, yet pliant enough to let Michael maneuver him however he wanted.

“I think you’re still half asleep, Greg,” Mike joked, grabbing a clean washcloth from the linen closet and wetting it under the faucet. He crouched by Gregory’s side, gently wiping away the definite remnants of tear stains from his face. Maybe he had another nightmare? The boy didn’t respond well if they pushed him though, and Mike was sure he’d tell them what happened when he calmed down—if he remembered, that is.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve seen that sweater before,” Michael remarked, figuring a topic change might help get Gregory out of his funk. He raised an eyebrow at the frankly adorable Glamrock Freddy-themed hoodie as he finished wiping off his face. “Did Uncle Henry sneak you one of the pre-release things again?”

The guy was damn-near obsessed with the kid—as was everyone else in the Afton-Emily families—and tended to pinch merch he thought Gregory would like before Sam actually released them to the public. This wouldn’t be the first time Gregory appeared in unfamiliar clothing, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

...What the fuck? Gregory certainly felt like he was still dreaming. The cool cloth admittedly helped to ground him, though confusion was still his primary mode of operation right then. It was like Michael didn’t remember anything about these past few weeks.

Concerned, Gregory cocked his head at the man cleaning him up. “My hoodie? Freddy got it for me, remember?”

He wanted to ask more questions—like who the slightly muscular guy with major relaxed vibes cooking for them was. Although Gregory could feel his stomach twisting in anxious, hungry knots, he didn’t want to eat something a stranger made for him.

The spacious half bath that Michael sat him down in looked lived in, too. Gregory wanted to reason that this place was a trap of some kind—yet the clothes in the washroom and the child-sized toothbrush sitting in a cup on the counter told him otherwise. How long had they been living here that Gregory apparently wasn't aware of?

When Michael pulled back and gave him an incredulous stare, Gregory tried to elaborate.

“No—‘cause… We didn’t want Terry or Rita finding me. Remember?” he rephrased, wondering if his words were only serving to make Michael think he just had an incredibly vivid “sleepwalking cycle” again.

In the dining room, Michael’s other half worked quickly. Setting the platter of breakfast cakes down with the mixed berry toppings beside it, he quickly buttered both Gregory’s and Mike’s first servings. Greg got a helping of whipped cream topped on his, a routine they knew he couldn’t miss. It was the only way that they used to get Gregory to finish his pancakes, and had now just become a habit.

“‘Terry and Rita?’” Michael’s face pinched in confusion. He stared at the boy for a moment, as if the reason he was acting so strangely would be spelled out somewhere. The washcloth was placed on the sink in favor of Michael pressing the back of a hand against Gregory’s forehead.

“Hmm… you don’t feel warm,” he murmured, then moved to gently cup Gregory’s chin and turn his head from side to side. “And it doesn’t seem like you’re coming down with anything… must’ve just been one heck of a dream, huh?”

With a soft laugh Michael stood, holding out his hand for Gregory to take again.

“I guarantee a good breakfast will make you feel better; even you swear Jeremy’s cooking is magical,” he said, the smile returning once again. Hopefully the kid was just hungry; a solid snack usually solved about 80% of his problems nowadays.

Gregory hopped off the toilet and took his hand, though he seemed resistant as Michael tried leading him back to the kitchen. Looking down with a raised eyebrow, Mike asked: “What’s up? You know if we take too long your dad’ll come in here and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes…”

What? Hell no! No fucking way was Gregory letting some strange surfer guy—

"DAD?!" he choked out, utterly floored by the nonsense spilling from Michael's lips. What the fuck happened when he jumped into that ball pit? 

Barring whatever was going on with that whole situation, Mike wouldn't forget about Terry and Rita so easily. If Gregory looked confused beyond a reasonable doubt, it was because he was trying to work out what odd world he found himself in; it's like he was in some strange, alternate dimension. Worst case scenario, the effects of Remnant on his body were giving him some very wild hallucinations. He could be laying comatose somewhere, probably at the bottom of the ball pit, trapped in a dream-like daze he couldn't wake from—

Before Gregory knew it, he was smoothly guided to a round dining table. The sight of whipped cream-coated pancakes made his ever-hungry stomach sing and his mouth water. The man who Michael claimed to be his dad raised an eyebrow at Gregory.

“Kid, do we ever feed you?” Jeremy asked rhetorically, knowing that Gregory ate a big meal last night at Freddy's with their family and friends. He laughed quietly to himself as he pulled Gregory's chair out. Looking then to Michael, Jeremy asked: “He's definitely still asleep. He didn't look like he hit his head or anything, right?”

He made sure to ask him that last part in a more hushed tone, voice laced with concern.

“Nope,” Michael said with a shake of his head, the worried crease in his brow now back in full force.

As Gregory cautiously settled in his chair, Mike pressed a brief kiss to Jeremy's cheek as thanks for the breakfast before moving to his own seat. Gregory was looking at him like he had two heads now—although this was far better than the wide-eyed stare he turned on Jeremy. It was as if Gregory didn't even know the guy anymore...

“Greg, why don't you just eat your pancakes and we'll see how you feel afterwards?” Michael suggested, trying to smile despite the unmistakable feeling that something was wrong creeping up the base of his skull. Maybe he had fallen outside when neither of them were watching? 

“You need to eat too, you know,” Jeremy said with a cheeky grin, taking his usual seat across from his son.

His son—whose eyes followed him now, seeming hesitant at first to touch the lovingly crafted meal. 

Jeremy tried not to give Gregory all his focus. Maybe he had an especially bad night terror this time? He could ask about it later, if Gregory felt up to talking about it. For some odd reason, the kid seemed almost... angry with him? Eyeing him with a suspicion he hadn't been graced with since those first few months after they'd taken him from the foster home. Jeremy didn't know what he could’ve done wrong; they’d been on great terms before going to bed last night. Unless the dreaded teenage angst was finally hitting the kid…

Grab your fork and start eating, Gregory had to tell himself. Watching now as Jeremy took the seat across from him and began to tuck into his food, Gregory noted the thick gold wedding band across his ring finger. With slow-growing realization, his gaze slid to Michael’s hand to find a matching band catching the light of the overheads.

Holy shit. This guy was married to Michael...

...Alright. If they were both his dads, what happened to Freddy?

Michael had mentioned Henry—so at least he knew and still kept in touch with the ghost. Gregory cut into the pancakes with his fork and scooped a big serving with berries and cream while he pondered, unaware he let out a hum of contentment as the flavors melded in his mouth. Jeremy's eyes flicked from his plate, his smile wide now.

“Are they up to snuff today?” he asked, pulling Gregory from his thoughts. He seemed to be waiting for his approval.

Gregory chewed what was left in his cheek and replied honestly: “These are the best pancakes I've ever had...”

This made Jeremy grin from ear to ear and puff out his chest with all the pride a hardworking dad could have. “They're not any different than the usual ones—but thanks, kid!”

“Oh, stop being humble. There's no question who's the best chef around here.” Mike playfully rolled his eyes, lightly kicking Jeremy's leg under the table. Jeremy beamed, taking the compliment well as he knocked his slipper against Michael's leg in return.

Michael had inherited a lot of things from his father, looks being the most prominent one. His cooking skills—or lack thereof... Well, that was one of the unfortunate things William passed down to his eldest offspring. It wasn't that Michael was completely inept in the kitchen; he knew the basics, and he got better and better with each meal he and Jer prepared together over the years. But when it came down to it, Jeremy would win in a culinary contest every time without a doubt.

...Not that Michael really minded. It was sweet how Jeremy seemed to put his own flair in everything he made, no matter how simple the dish was.

The group ate in silence for a little while, this one ever-so-slightly less tense than before. Gregory seemed more ruminative now and less outwardly upset, though he still cast the occasional furtive glance at the two men across the table.

“Oh!” Suddenly Michael perked up, looking at the others with a grin. “Gregory, this'll cheer you up—Sam wants us to come to the Pizzaplex this afternoon. He said Freddy got a new software update and wants to use us as test dummies to make sure his customer interactions are still up to par... and by 'us' he really means you, of course.”

Though Freddy was just a robot like the rest of the Glamrocks, for whatever reason Gregory seemed to get the most genuine responses out of the bear. Plus, with all the knowledge the kid picked up over the past few years with practically having the animatronics as another family, he was able to spot subtle errors in their programming that even top-technician Mike might miss.

“Charlie and Henry are gonna be there, too,” Michael added to sweeten the deal, looking at Gregory questioningly. “Think you'll be up for it later?”

At the suggestion, Jeremy watched their son's eyes grow wide. Once again Gregory was quick to swallow the bit of food in his mouth, Jeremy noting how fast he inhaled everything on his plate.

“Yes! I mean—yeah, let's go to the Pizzaplex,” Gregory agreed. That was some semblance of normalcy, and maybe Freddy could help him get to the bottom of this weirdness. Between everyone at the mega mall, someone had to know what was going on.

And if no one did, well… Gregory preemptively resigned himself to the idea that he died for real somehow when entering that ball pit and now was in a weird limbo.

“That's a great idea! Spend the weekend chilling with ol' Fredbear and friends,” Jeremy remarked, hardly able to wait himself. He was relieved to see that Gregory just needed a good meal to wake him up. This kid had a knack for worrying him sometimes… but wasn’t that just par for the course when it came to child-rearing?

Thinking on it as Jeremy scooped up a wayward berry, he was going to ask Mike when he wanted to leave when movement through the dining room window's curtain caught his eye. Back straightening, he watched a familiar purple compact car roll into their driveway.

“Oh boy, here comes trouble...,” Jeremy mentioned with a cheek full of griddlecakes.

“What?” Michael whirled around, though he already knew what Jer was talking about before he laid eyes on the car. With a groan and dramatic eye roll, Mike shoveled down the last few bites of his food before standing up to break for the front door, muttering to himself. “Why does he never fucking call me first, oh my god...”

He'd barely made it when the bell rang once, twice, three times before the man let the poor device have a second of peace. Michael closed his eyes and took a deep, centering breath before flinging the door open.

“Dad!” he greeted, giving the person outside a brief hug. “So nice to see you completely unprompted again... Ah, you should know that—no, okay, you're already inside. Fantastic.”

Michael wanted to give a warning that Gregory was acting a bit off today, but as usual nothing was going to stop William Afton from making a beeline for his favorite grandkid—not even his own flesh-and-blood son. Honestly, sometimes it felt like Will preferred Gregory to Michael himself...

Of course William was happy to see Michael—really, he was. Will merely had more pressing matters to attend to this morning, such as coming inside to give his favorite grandchild an early birthday present! With a completely empty nest and only Henry to bother most of the day, William found himself with far too much time on his hands after helping found their shared empire.

With the small gift in his hands and a Bonnie mask now flipped down over his face, Will crept towards the dining room.

Gregory had developed a sixth sense when he was being watched. It was something he needed to learn to survive in the Pizzaplex, despite the virus-ridden place in his mind maybe not even existing as he knew it. When he felt a hand touch his shoulder, Gregory whipped around already primed to swing—but what he saw curdled his blood and froze him in his tracks. It felt like a cold slurry of ice ran through his veins as this masked figure held a present out to him.

“Happy early birthday, Gregory!” spoke a familiar and hypnotic tone that flushed all the color from his face.

It was him. It had to be all his fault—that's why Gregory was here! William came back despite all their efforts and must’ve done something to trap him in this weird alternate world!

Gregory sat frozen, unsure of what to even do as William cocked his head in the creepiest manner possible. Jeremy was upright now, standing with a focused gaze. To protect him?

...No. He was clearing away everyone's dishes, wholly unconcerned with the apparent child murderer casually strolling through their house.

“Dad, Gregory's had a tough morning. You know how touchy he gets,” Jeremy firmly but carefully reminded William. The man seemed to get that hint right away, snatching a poised hand back and lifting the Bonnie mask with a flick of his wrist.

The face that stared back at Gregory was not one he expected. He looked... Nearly identical to Michael. It was uncanny, though William certainly had age over his son. That much was clear with the various stress wrinkles and smile lines. His hair was nearly all greyed, a few strong streaks of dark brown serving to show experience in his elder years.

“Dad, come on,” Michael sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose as he followed his surprisingly sprightly father into the kitchen. “You know Greg hates it when people sneak up on him...”

The kid had been getting better, but he still tended to startle when crept up on. Whatever happened in his past before Mike and Jeremy took him under their wings made him paranoid of “surprises,” and though they were all working through it together some days seemed like more of a setback than others. Today was clearly one such day, based on the way Gregory was staring at William.

“Bad dreams again? Tch—” William hissed through his teeth, looking a might concerned that his grandson was still having such things. Though Michael and Jeremy did mention it would take some time for Gregory to feel completely safe, even in his dreams, Will figured a few years would’ve done the trick. “That's a shame. It's a good thing you're awake now, innit?”

He set Gregory's present down on the table for now. It could wait in the interest of easing the boy’s nerves first. “Come on then, give your Pappy a hug!”

Before Gregory could protest, with the spryness of a younger man William managed to scoop Gregory from his seat. Now forced to abandon the scraps on his plate to be held by a man who nearly murdered him horribly two weeks prior, Gregory’s head began to spin.

“Pappy?!” he gasped in confusion. William cluelessly squeezed Gregory around the shoulders, pretty much ignoring Jeremy's warning to take it easy with their son. In turn the boy had gone limp, clenching his eyes shut as he was afraid of whatever tortures that William planned to subject him to this time around.  

“Dad...,” Michael warned, seeing the telltale sign of William gearing up to lift the boy in his arms. He started forward, but Gregory was snatched into the air before Michael could reach him. The sight of him rag-dolling in William's grasp set off alarm bells, and Mike rushed over to pry him away. “Dad! Dad, let him go!”

Hearing the seriousness in Michael's voice, William was quick to release his grandson and hand him over. Michael barely got ahold of the kid before Gregory cinched tight around him, white-knuckled and clinging like Mike was a lifeline. To his horror Gregory was even hyperventilating slightly, and he knew that whatever was going on needed to be figured out away from the other two.

“I-I'm going to take him to his room for a bit,” Michael murmured, already walking away and trying to keep his voice calm. “You two just... hang tight. We'll be back soon.”  

He didn't speak again until they were in Gregory's room, upon which he shut the door and perched on the edge of the tiny bed. He tried to set the boy down, but he didn't seem to want to let go just yet. With his brows creased to a startling degree of concern, Michael held Gregory closer and murmured soothingly in his ear: “Hey, its okay—I'm here. It's just me. Relax, Gregory, everything's going to be fine...”  

Safety—or, at least it felt safe. This version of Michael was still dead-set on saving him from any situation Gregory was uncomfortable with. With the whirlwind state of his mind, Gregory barely registered the bedroom he’d been taken into.

However, he did see them. Pictures… Family pictures, all of them hung in the spacious stairwell along its painted wall. Some included Gregory, set back a few years younger, but he wasn’t in all of them. One was a wedding photo, Michael and Jeremy beaming at the camera in matching white suits. Others were clearly old photos of a family—Michael’s family. Gregory recognized Liz and Evan standing in front of a house with their brother, the three of them being squeezed in the loving and protective grasp of an older woman with soft blonde hair. Her grip mimicked the hold that Michael had on Gregory now.

“—Bonnie’s gonna get me,” Gregory finally managed between little gasps. It seemed absurd and silly to be afraid. The muscles in his back were tight, as if he was going to start crying again but was desperately clinging to bravery. “B-Bonnie’s gonna get me…”

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Yet again, another media I enjoyed this past month of March list because I can and you will suffer me >:D

Books

Blue Nights by Joan Didion (surprisingly stunningly lovely and very much something I needed this past month)

The Werewolf of Whitechapel by Suzannah Rowntree (a delightful romp my only qualm is it feels like it ends so soon! but truly that is a me problem because I gulped it down too fast. Truly I love when I can tell the author cares for the time period dearly and also all the female characters made my heart swell!!)

The Other Bennet Sister by Janice Hadlow (I was very surprised by how much this book touched me even as it frustrated me because it's inherently about someone perpetually made to be distrustful of other people and me who is always trying to believe in people is sobbing on the other side of the line begging her to look up! but by far the most loving and polished Austen-like that I've ever read and much, much more gentle to me than I ever could've anticipated. I've kept the library copy on my nightstand for the past week so I can gently touch its cover every now and then and take strength from it which is a dear honor in my life teehee!)

Deathmark by Kate Stradling (the second act is WONDERFUL and actually it surprised me so much that I had to stop reading for a little while because I was crying too much. The ending wraps up a little at a breakneck speed but I will simply read anything she writes so I don't mind, plus anything that spawns a Blue Castle reread for me is well worth it in my mind <3)

Code Girls by Liza Mundy (reading this involved a lot more of the cogs of my brain having to whirl about than I realized going in but quite engrossing indeed)

The Collected Poems of Wendell Berry by Wendell Berry (I just think his poems are about joy and that means a great deal to me)

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin (I need to write up a full review for this at least for my GR account but this was my first read since I was a child and yet all of it was so tinged with an ache of familiarity to me that I know I've carried it with me my entire life and it has never stopped reverberating with me. Vetch my beloved always!!)

Media (to steal from Songbird)

Lockwood and Co. (there's a reason why there's a mass hysteria going on over it rn)

Touch Your Heart (truly it touched me (ha) so much more deeply than I ever would have thought even though it's still fluffy and light and yet I'm so grateful)

Belle (2021) (okay this film is BONKERS but I love the quiet and stillness of the real life sections and also the scene of the three kids in the train station made me CRY LAUGH alone in my room plus I love the vividness of the virtual world and the flashback of her mom made me have to walk away from it for a few days because I sobbed too much so!!! Take from that what you will.)

Castle in the Sky (much more abruptly beautiful and somehow perfectly bittersweet than I recalled and I still adore the sky pirates)

Songs

Easy - Daisy the Great (the simplicity and seriousness of it very much to me)

Past Love - Kimbra

Bye Bye Baby - Taylor Swift (I don't truly know why I come back to this song every year but it matters deeply to me and says something that I can't quite comprehend myself)

Let's Get Married - Bleachers (the bridge-est of bridges I'll never be the same)

The Neighborhood - Grave Enger (there's something about how she sings "I'm gonna miss the sun rising in your eyes" that makes me melt into a puddle on the floor)

Apt. 4 - Vacation Manor

All I Wanted - Paramore

Fake Out - Fall Out Boy (listen to Lu y'all it is sooo much)

Sweet Time - Porter Robinson (a song that makes me glad to be alive what can I say!)

Tighinn Air A'mhuir Am Fear A Phosas Mi - Capercaillie (an extreme throwback because I was listening to them again on a lark but I looove the softness of it so much)