#man it's so late i gotta get to sleep goodnight

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 30: Mist Pt. 3

Mist: The stunning conclusion. I might mess around with the ending some more, and probably make some other edits etc. before I combined all three parts and post to AO3, but basically, this is it. Is this a conceit that needed 3k words to tell? Probably not, but here we are.

Linctavia fic, Canon-divergence, ~1380 words

For parts 1-2, see the tag "mist" on my blog

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The fog becomes thicker, impenetrable. There is no more talk of scouting missions, nor of venturing beyond the safety of the camp wall.

Even navigating between the tents, or back and forth from the Dropship, becomes nearly impossible, when every step is shrouded by heavy, thick, slow-shifting whirls of white and gray. Only the vaguest hints of familiar landmarks loom out of the mist, and only sometimes, and in the new quiet that has overtaken the camp, it is now possible to stand at the center of it, very still, and forget for a moment that any last remnants of civilization, or any slow-struggling outgrowths of new life, could yet exist.

Some delinquents have taken to lighting their way with torches, even at noon. At a middle-distance, these grotesque smudges of orange light resemble demonic fire or the outtakes of dragon's breath. Apparitions from bedtime stories and ancient fairy tales.

The fog seeps in around the soft edges of the tents and makes everything damp, brings on a cloying feeling in the lungs. Small groups set up camp in the Dropship, huddle in their sleeping bags and blankets on the top floor, try to wait out the siege.

Octavia feels, as they do, the unease awash all along her skin, the sticky taste of it on her mouth, but she does not abandon home. She will not shut herself up in yet a smaller space. Sometimes, she stands in the stillness, listening for sounds to ground her in the dirt again, feels only the breathless thick, soft mist, and she wonders if this is what it is like at sea. She was, for a time, obsessed with the sea—this was right after Bellamy told her that they too lived on a ship—but even now she's never seen water any wider or deeper than a lake that she can stand in. Imagining an ocean vast beyond limits is like trying to truly fathom the end point of the stars. But she imagines great fog must roll in off such waters, and that the solitude in the middle of the ocean, past the last sight of land, must give a person a similar sense of vertigo as this.

The sense of being unmoored, drifting without anchor. Reaching out blind, trying to discern the shapes of things.

She wonders if this world is perhaps but a dream.

Only Lincoln does not complain about the weather, or express unease, or ask when it will end. He says little at all. Octavia follows his habits, tries to discern habits, but sees only that he is adrift, too. Searching without seeing. Some days he eats not at all, and others he is ravenous, and she gives him her rations and faces hardly any argument in return. He stays up late, tossing and turning and restless, throwing his weight against the cot with creaks and whines; the next day he sleeps, deeper than the dead sleep. Wakes from dreams clutching at his chest, as if his heart were pounding. Holds his hands up to the campfire at night, so close his palms should burn, watches them with flickers of firelight reflecting in his eyes. His mouth parted and awed. Stalks the perimeter, impossibly quiet, nearly invisible amid thick clouds of fog. Flickers of an outline of his solid, familiar body appear for a moment and then disappear again, as insubstantial now as puffs of smoke.

One day, he sits hunched over on the cot in their tent and flips through the pages of his sketchbook, eyes narrowed with fascination, as if he were viewing his own work for the first time. He runs his fingers over the lines of graphite, across the rough-cut paper-edges, traces the curves and angles of the Dropship, reproduced, or the image of Octavia's face.

She suggests, after a while, that he might want to sketch something again, but he throws the suggestion roughly away.

"What's gotten into you?" she snaps. But he looks up at her and through her and says nothing.

She exhales a sharp breath, feeling her nostrils flare. She could ask him just who he is, and what he did with her Lincoln, the man that she knows—she could ask him what happened to him out there, which is what she really means—but there's no point in wasting breath on such things. He'd never say. He never does.

Instead, she breaks his stare, and instead climbs up and slots herself behind him, in the narrow space between his back and the wall of the tent. There is no morning or noon or evening now, only cycles of darkness and gray, and now it is gray, and they are sitting without light in the persistent dampness and the shadow. She rests her hands gently on his shoulders first.

"Why don't you tell me a story?" And, when he does not push her away, "Like you used to. Stories about your clan or about the woods or about growing up—"

"Stories."

He says the word like a curse, and she pauses in her movements, her hands working to unknot the kinks along his shoulders, her fingers just about to gently graze against his neck. She cranes her own neck forward to try to look at him. He throws the sketchbook across the tent so that it hits the opposite wall and then falls to the ground, and she almost jerks herself forward to try to save it—but if damage was done, it's been done. She doesn't want to take her hands from him.

"You don't," he tries again, through gritted teeth, "understand—"

"Because you won't explain it to me!"

An ugly instinct tells her to push him away, but instead, she wraps her arms around his neck and clings to him, her chin digging into his shoulder, tries to wrap her whole self around him like this could secure him, not just to her, but to himself, to the earth, to life—give him tether and make him feel real. She's breathing hard as if from exertion. Harsh outtakes of breath hit against the shell of Lincoln's ear.

Slowly, he raises his hands and grabs at her arms, clinging to her, too.

She sinks into him, eyelids fluttering closed, and she does not so much kiss the side of his face as press her open mouth against his skin, cold and clammy skin to skin, and now that she is here, she takes to pressing kisses next to his ear, against his cheek, down along his jaw. She slides around him, and he pulls at her, until she settles on his lap. His arms circle around her tightly. They are scrambling for each other. She kisses him breathlessly. Something is rising, rising, and she is sinking beneath it. When she pulls back to look at his face, she sees a near-familiar spark across it, as if he has found something still-familiar to him too.

Slowly, still locking eyes with him, she pushes off his jacket, and then, despite the shiver in the air, she grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off him, too. Still he only looks at her. She passes her palms down his chest.

Stops, and frowns, at an unfamiliar rise, like a small ridge, across the skin.

When she glances down, she sees that her fingers have found an ugly, flared red gash just over his heart, like an unhealed scar, or a wound that has only barely stopped its bleeding. She reels back. "What—did—did you tell Clarke—"

His gaze still hasn't left her face, his eyes wide and unblinking. But in his answer, she feels a rush as if of held-breath released, of relief. "Why would I?" he asks. "There's nothing she can do.”

Her own lungs hitch. She pulls her hand away, only half an inch, and then on the exhales, presses her palm flat against the blazing red gash again. She feels nothing underneath it. No heartbeat, and only a mechanical, rote working of lungs.

Nothing she can do.

Nothing—because it's already over. It's done. Something has been taken, and, from out there beyond the fog, on the other side of the river, beneath the Mountain, something has been returned. Like Lincoln himself, she is powerless to understand what.

[seithr]

Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now

(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)

(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)

Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh

[screampied]

‘ LOVE ME, LOVE ME [NOT] ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ synopsis. on your life, you swore you hated him. that stupid smirk that curled against his lips, you loathed toji fushiguro. but how does a single kiss change that? is this hatred you feel—or is it romantic denial?

wc. 8.4k

warnings. fem! reader, arranged marriage au, slow burn (?), sharing one bed, unrequited love, degradation, praise, edging, size difference, fingering, semi public, implied multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, impact play.

“ya just gonna stand there or,” toji raises a brow, and you gave him the biggest glare imaginable. it was late at night, about a quarter past eleven and you were exhausted.

you had a long day, and the last thing you’d wanna come back home to was a guy on your bed. toji was sprawled all out, stretched all over your side of the bed, and he gives you a teasing grin. “so y’er the brat i’m supposed to marry.”

“you’re not sleeping here.” you grouse, making an attempt to shove him but it gets literally nowhere. toji stays put, glancing up at you and his facial expression was purely amused.

he hums. “oh? says who?”

“says me. now move before i—,” you chastise, crawling into the bed to move him before with quick reflexes, he gets ahold of you — and stupidly, you fall right into his chest, a sudden oof sound departing from your lips before he snickers.

“now we’re both scared, princess,” toji rolls his eyes, and you’re all propped up against his chest. he was so warm, and oh how he smelled so good..

toji’s got the biggest smirk on his lips as you’re awkwardly laid on his lap. the both of you share an intense gaze that felt like forever - and once he finally breaks the silence, he mutters, “quite a brat but i gotta admit, y’er real pretty up close.”

you shift your eyes away, and you let off a soft gasp once a hand of his brushes against your waist. toji continued to speak, and his tone was a bit more pitchy and stern. “glare all ya want dollface, ‘m not moving.”

“fucking bastard..” you grumbled underneath your breath, crawling off from his lap before he pulled you back into him. 

“who’s gonna marry this bastard though,” and then he clicks his tongue, adding a snarky, “uh huh. exactly. but at least come up with better insults than that,” and it’s a long awkward pause. toji finally looks up at you again, his tantalizing grin fading before darkened irises of his lock onto yours.

it was intimate.

the eye contact was, strangely sensual… you wanted to know more about this man. 

you’ve heard countless stories, especially the ones where he was known for being notorious but you’ve always pondered. out of any random guy, you got paired up to be betrothed to the infamous toji fushiguro. 

he ends the silence with … a deep kiss. 

everything moved at such a speed, you didn’t even realize you were kissing him until you felt his tongue run down yours. he had such a flavor, your eyes briefly closed, returning the gesture and he cups yours face. a low grunt could be heard from him, and despite it being seconds…toji was definitely addicted to your sweetened taste. 

it took you a long moment before you pull away, strands of spit departing and you stutter out a timid, “w-what was that for?”

“why’d you kiss back?” he eyes you down, and he brings a thumb up to your lips, swiping against it and it was unintentionally sexy—toji stares down at your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you again, but his eyes then flicker back up towards you. “if we’re gonna be tied together, you should know how to kiss,” only to then he replies with a sassy, “…you could use some work though.”

“…shut up,” you groused, a cute pout forming on your lips as you scoot away to shove a pillow at him. “whatever. i’m going to bed. we have stupid rehearsal tomorrow.”

toji runs a hand through his hair as he snickers, watching your frustrated obvious embarrassed state. you reach to turn off the lamp, getting comfortable underneath the fat silk covers. 

“aren’t ya gonna ask for a goodnight kiss?”

“fuck you, toji.”

“heh. one day, girl.”

with furrowed eyebrows, you didn’t get what he meant, and once you did—you were glad it was pitch dark so he couldn’t see your visible abashed expression. 

momentarily, the two of you ended up sleeping. you’re all the way on the other side of the bed, yet due to toji being a rough sleeper apparently, he finds himself getting close to you.

regardless of being crazy in bed whilst in a deep slumber, he surprisingly didn’t snore. 

you found yourself tucked right in his strong arms. you felt safe—secure. leaning into his warmth, you suddenly feel a cold sweat wash over you. 

beat after beat, your heart raced and what your mind processed. it felt so surreal.

you felt a mixture of both, hot…cold…. a plethora of feelings. 

once your eyes shot open, your first reaction was to wake up toji. of course, you’d ignore your feelings and go back to sleep. but something deep inside you was telling you, you need him. 

“wha—” he grumbles, his tone was hoarse due to him waking up abruptly, it was around probably three thirty in the morning. he was about to reply with a usual teasing remark before he spots you, hovering over him with tears stinging in your eyes. “hey. hey…what’s the uh… matter?”

his tone suddenly went tender, you stare at toji, observing his face with blurred eyes from the tears. your eyes met towards his relaxed face, his perfectly structured chin, even his slanted scar that ran across a part of his lip. 

“i— it was…” you sniffle, but for some reason, the words got trapped into your throat. sealed, preventing you from muttering another word. 

“shh…it’s okay, it’s okay,” he repeats, bringing you close towards his chest. you tried to relax within his grip, he’s so gentle and drags a hand down your back soothingly. “easy, girl. i’m…here.”

judging from the continuous pauses in toji’s tone, you could tell he didn’t know what to say — what to do, but he knew he had to at least hold you.

you felt insanely vulnerable, all to a man you’ve only known for maybe what…a few hours. 

his voice, it was relaxing and soft, despite its roughness. the rhythm his hand had, stroking back and forth against your back, you let off a low sigh. his cologne wafts against your nose before you slowly look up at toji, and he’s already staring at you. 

“…you good?” he mutters, an eyebrow slightly raising. 

“y-yeah,” you mumble, a tiny pout glossing on your lips again. it was cute — he was about to comment on it, yet you watch him start to shift away. you wrap your arms around his waist, briefly doing a head shake. “stay still, toji.”

“ooh. first name basis now?” he hums, fully complying with your request. his thumb lightly grazes near your back before you feel his chest jerk a bit from a chortle. “but okay, we can stay like this princess.”

you felt your face get hot at the pet name, why—?

just him calling you ‘princess’ was enough to make you feel such intensity. he brushes a hand back and forth swiftly. it was tender, you let off a soft sigh, any signs of nervousness leaving you completely. 

“…don’t call me that.” you grumbled, your eyes shifted up at him and he rolls his eyes. 

“and yet y’er still talking,” he chastised, this time a pout forming on his lips, it was cute.

the way the scar that ran across the edge of his mouth tugged together solely from the movements of his facial expressions.

toji catches you staring at him before he breathes out, “i don’t even get a thank you,” he nudges you, an attempt to lighten the mood—to perhaps earn out a smile out of you, and that he did. “get some sleep though, brat. got me hugging you, tch.”

it was a drag. reality coming to you that not only had you have to marry this man, but you had to live with him also..

multiple days passed, the two of you practically pretended each other didn’t exist.

toji was almost always working . .

albeit, he’s never told you specifically what his occupation was.

you knew he was a feared man—for whatever strange reason, but you decided to not comment on it. perhaps that was a good thing. 

sooner rather than later, your wedding date was approaching. everything felt like it was going at a rapid speed.

toji was, well . . . a private man to say the least. you tried to get to know him, but he was like an empty canvas. there was something he didn’t want to tell you. 

ex-wife, ex-girlfriend..? 

you couldn’t help but ponder. sure, he was an attractive man. quite very much easy on the eyes. such striking features, heavily intimidating. if only he didn’t have such a huge ego. he was practically insufferable to live with. the two of you were total opposites in terms of personality. 

he’d often tease you every chance he got, poking fun at you for even the smallest things. 

“…wow,” toji muttered, leaning back against his chair. the moment you stepped into the room in nothing but a pretty silk dress, his eyes roamed and roamed. 

it was a pretty long a-line dress. it was perfectly sewn on, hugging your curves tightly, the sash that ran across your waist. toji for once was speechless, his eyes lingered towards your entire frame. your figure—it was forever gorgeous in his eyes. for a moment, you saw a sudden look in his irises, as if he’s been in this moment before. 

he has. judging from his past, but you didn’t know that. 

toji dismisses a sudden flashback before focusing his attention back towards you, standing up from his chair, uttering a, “c’mere. i wanna get a closer look.”

“was that a good wow or a bad wow?” you puff out, sliding your feet across the floor towards him. you swallow to yourself, can’t help but feel a certain butterfly stir up inside you.

toji’s eyes were on you the entire time. his eyes linger down your body and seeing how the way it fit perfectly before he mutters. 

“it’s whatever you want it to be, princess.”

“why can’t you just reply like a normal person?” you furrow your eyebrows—visibly trying to hide your embarrassment.

toji snickers. “you look gorgeous,” and he looks as if he wants to touch you, but he halts, tugging on his tie before trying to maintain a neutral gaze. “is this the one?”

“yeah,” you mutter, and that’s when for a brief moment. the two of you just stand there. toji’s hands were buried in his pockets, and he’s got that annoying simper resting on his face.

this man.

it was as if his irises were a mystery — pools of complete mystery. you could never read him. 

toji brings a hand towards your face, and he strokes your chin with the pad of his thumb. “you know,” he starts in a rough voice, feeling how claustrophobic it almost was . . the two of you cramped up in a dressing room like this, you tried to dismiss any dirty thoughts. “i keep noticing how bad you are at eye contact, princess. you have a habit of staring at my lips instead of my eyes. 

“…shut up.” you mumble, practically leaning into his touch despite your stubbornness. he smiles, derisively raising a brow. 

“if ya want another kiss from y’er husband, just say that.” toji murmurs, his strokes went towards your lips. he’s the one who looks at your lips this time, almost witnessing the whine that was about to leave your mouth. 

it suddenly felt hot . . . scorching. 

the gaze he had on you, such a meaningless yet seductive look. as if he was forevermore captivated by your beauty, and in this case he was.

“…toji,” was all you let out, a soft pout going against your glossed lips. he looked so handsome up close. darkened strands of hair that ran down his eyes briefly, it was ruffled. 

you loathed feeling like this, that stare he gave you. it started to make you feel a certain type of way, between your legs.

“yeahh?” he slyly remarks, leaning up close. just inches apart, he was so close to kissing you. you smelled mint with a slight tang of alcohol run on his breath, he knew what he was doing. “needy girl. look at that pout, so cute.”

“kiss me, toji.” you breathe, not even intending to sound so whiny.

it killed you, seeing how desperate you were for another one of his kisses. you craved it though. the way whenever his lips would hit against yours, it felt you were the only person in the world. he knew that’d be the only way to shut you up. 

“look at you using your words,” he hums, sliding his thumb against your bottom lip for a final time. toji then leans in, tilting your chin a bit and his lips gently press against yours.

your lashes fluttered, feeling a certain feeling stir up inside you. you couldn’t describe it . . . again, this man. 

you made it known to yourself that you wouldn’t get like this for anyone. feel this …. weak. yet with toji, he had you wrapped around his finger. 

it was that easy. 

just from a kiss. 

a stupid kiss. 

toji grips your chin, and you move back until you’re pinned against the wall. the pure feeling of the cold mirror frame skimming against your back. 

toji grunts in your mouth, his tongue colliding against yours throughout each second. his hands started to roam up your body, as if he was waiting to touch on you.

graze his fingers down every inch of your pretty physique. you moan, feeling a rough hand of his slowly lift your leg up. 

the soft fabric of your dress ruffles against his thigh, and your leg ends up wrapping around him.

he chuckles, deepening the kiss, you felt the very edge of his scar tickle against you. “fuck, y’er something else,” he says between kisses, and he feels you tugging on his tie. 

in the background played some catchy tune — a random popular song, you felt the warmth of toji’s body grind against you.

so incredibly good, the tips of your ears started to heat up. his hand trails lower and lower until your breath hitched, feeling the tips of his fingers dance against your skin.

“you do realize we’re in public, right sweetheart?” toji whispers, breaking his lips away to kiss near your neck. he smelled intoxicating, a perfect mixture of cologne—surprisingly not a cheap kind. it smelled worth a hefty value, and it made you gnaw on your lip. “are you-”

“you talk too much,” you chastise, grabbing onto his wrist. he snickers, watching you take a hold of his grip. you drag his hand between your legs, letting off a puff. “i just—i don’t care. i want you to touch me. you— you tease me all day, ‘n i- i just want—”

toji stares at you, you’re still making his hand go down until it’s right between your thighs. raising up your dress that wasn’t paid for, his fingers brush against your panties. “…oh,” he purrs, arched brows pressing together. “you’re kinky. but okay, if my pretty wife wants me to touch her, then i’ll touch her.”

“i’m…not your wife, idiot.” you pant. 

“don’t worry, girl. you will be,” he mumbles, bringing his lips towards the side of your neck.

he sinks his teeth gently, nipping at the sensitive skin to hear you moan.

you were so close to him—the way his touch sent you into a complete frenzy. toji slides your panties to the side, and you let off a whine, feeling him feel the slickness that stuck against your folds. “aw. were you wet this entire time we were out?”

you felt your face heat up. oh, you were extremely embarrassed. 

he had you like this, soaking wet. you couldn’t even explain why. this man had you like this… so feral. 

to think you were gonna walk down the aisle with him pretty soon. at this particular point, you didn’t care about feelings. by now, you weren’t even sure of what you felt towards toji. you just knew that you wanted him to touch you. 

“so impatient,” toji murmurs, making you lean back against the wall. he was such a tease, staring daggers, sexual daggers right at you.

toji stares as you tug on his pants, you don’t even know what came of you—it was as if your body craved him. “we just had one more store, princess. you couldn’t wait?”

“…toji,” you’d pout. pulling on the thin fabric of his tuxedo. he looked so handsome. you only started to imagine what he’d look like once the two of you officially got hitched. he raises his brows, leaning towards you before you gasp once he brushes a finger towards your exposed clit. “i- i can’t fucking wait anymore. please, just—”

“watch that mouth of yours,” toji sneers, and he cuts you off with a deep kiss. 

you moan, feeling entirely hot once he slowly inserts a finger inside. “nasty girl. walkin’ around this wet,” he’d grumble, your arms went over his neck as you bit your lip. “easy. relax, thereeee we go. good girl,” and his praises went straight towards your cunt.

he had such a way with words, his fingers had quite a length to it not to mention. all throughout, you felt him prod against your walls and you whined for more. “i knew we’d get along.”

“s-shut up.”

“s-shut uppp,” he mocks your tone, a raspy snicker following. he grins at the cute scowl that went on your lips before you mom again. he reached so deep, and then he added another finger inside. toji watched as you glossed lips parted, you were heavily panting. “such a mess down here. just filthy.”

he was so gentle with his strokes—a simple bowling ball grip that made your maw practically drop. it felt so good, gingerly caressing your clit. your chest heaved and heaved, and you started to whimper against his ear. 

he loved whenever you did that. the sweet pitches your voice would make, it was almost melodic.

“f-fuck,” you’d sigh, trying to focus on your breathing patterns. you had to remind yourself the two of you were in public.

in a secluded dressing room.

the circular motions he created made you practically squeeze your plushy thighs together. he was so good with his hands, it made your eyes start to roll back dramatically. “right there, t-toji.”

“squeeze around me so good—wonder how you’d be with me doin’ the real thing, princess.” and the way he’d do that thing, pitching his voice into a husky rasp. it made you feel a surge of tingles coarse all throughout your body. you were essentially hugging him, your unbought dress lazily pulled up. “tell me how’s it feel, talk to me.”

his words… it was so sensual, he goes right up against your ear as he spoke. licking against your earlobe before it turns into brief nibbling. he knew what he was doing, getting you all hot and bothered.  

you swallowed thickly, and he has a perfect tempo. not to fast, not too slow. by this point, both of his fingers that was shoved into your pussy was covered in your sweetened slick. 

“good, f-feels good,” you’d whine out, pant after pant. your breathing became erratic—mind swollen with nothing but filthy thoughts. just the sheer reality of being fingered like this, it made you a little wet. no, it made you incredibly wet. 

toji’s stimulating your clit, his formation was forever euphoric.

it was like a drug, the way you wanted his fingers slid in and out. he purposely grew quiet so you could hear the sloppy squelches your cunt made in retaliation. “listen how she just… talks back, no fuckin’ manners just like you.”

your bottom lip quivered, his dirty talk… 

each word going straight between your thighs. with your back arching, you felt yourself clamp around him, a big squeeze.

it was like with the tips of his fingers, he knew how to reach every crevice, everywhere inside your folds. “the way y’er voice always gets high once i get to this spot. such a sensitive baby.”

curling and curling, toji’s fingers was going in and out of you. by this point, you were completely drenched. he was using his entire wrist, you felt the cold hand of his watch skim against your skin in the process. “i-i’m getting close, toji fuckkk.”

“yeah. bet you are,” he nips at your neck, speeding up his fingers just a bit. you felt dizzy, forevermore trapped in your mind—chasing a powerful incoming orgasm. it was no denying, your legs were just trembling by this point. he knew the anatomy of your pussy perfectly, as if he was skilled in it professionally. “i want you to do somethin’ for me.”

“huh?” you whined, still propped up against the mirror. he’s still trapped with your arms wrapped around his neck, right between your legs just barely. 

toji sneaks a kiss near the inner part of your neck before mumbling, “i want you to make a mess on me. can ya do that?”

as your eyelids droop, becoming lower and lower, you pathetically nod, whimpering out a sweet shaky, “okay, okay.”  

toji felt the texture inside of you…easily stretching your walls a bit with just two slender fingers. his fingers was thick though, your mouth hung open with not even coherent words coming out. just cacophonies of, “toji,” and “f-fuckk,” with many others. 

he kept a gaze on you the entire time, he wasn’t sure by this particular point what he felt towards you. the noises that escaped from your lips, he wanted to hear more of it, maybe even drag out a sweet scream from you. 

“t-toji, ‘s gonna…” you slur out your words, sounding like you were running a marathon.

he maneuvers circles against your clit with two fingers, tickling against your opening and you let off a whimpering, “oh my god, oh my g-godddd.”

“…y’er so loud,” he rasps, leaning in to shut you up with a kiss. it was passionate—a tang of sloppiness to it. his tongue ran against yours, and you felt a coil within you abruptly snap. 

once you orgasm, it was far more than you expected. because you felt even more soaked. you shivered, a muffled orgasm pouring into his lips before toji slows his fingers down. 

pulling away, he’s watching with sly eyes of the stringy cobweb of saliva depart from both lips, he huffs. “girl, did you just squirt on me?”

your nerves, you whimpered once he slide a thumb against your pulsating nub, taking his fingers out to gawk at it. how you effortlessly coated his fingers with your slick. you didn’t reply, you’re in the midst of catching your breath before toji hums.

“yeah. you fuckin’ squirted on me,” he answers his own question, about to lean in for another kiss. yet that’s when the door knocks obnoxiously. 

it’s an older lady, and she’s got quite the vexed voice. “excuse me sir, the store’s closed. can you two please—”

“yeah, yeah we’re coming,” toji rolls his eyes, and you’ve never been more embarrassed.

he peppers a kiss against your forehead before glancing down at your dress with a smirk. “you’ll be a doll and pay for that, right? it’s a little damaged but i'm sure you’ve got that covered, baby.”

cheap bastard. 

it’d always be moments like this between you two. except, the both of you never went all the way. toji liked to take his time with you. he wanted to make you wait—it irked you. 

he was a professional at getting on your nerves, making your eyes roll to the very depths of your skull.

it was like the more time you spent with him, the more you started to feel this … feeling. 

you didn’t know what it was. you couldn’t describe it. all you knew was that it felt weird.

not so much in a weird way, more of a … natural way. you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt like this. 

perhaps calling it love was foolish, then again you hated not being able to describe this feeling. whatever it was. 

toji started to grow attached to you — whether he was too stubborn to realize it or not. 

it would be small things, calling you while he was at work just to tease you, help you get things from the top shelves… feeling him against you, just fantasizing about that made you start to throb. 

preparations for the wedding felt like it was taking centuries — everything had to be perfect.

eventually, you picked out a dress. it fit perfectly, and toji hasn’t seen it yet. 

sooner than you knew it, it was the day of the wedding.

the arranged marriage.

truth be told, you still barely knew the gist of everything. it’s probably been about a good half month before the day eventually comes. the two of you ended up going separately, not together. 

alas, you and toji end up running into each other near the entrance of the venue. 

“toji,” you’d mumble, words being caught way back in your throat.

he was suited up, so handsome. slicked down with a tuxedo. with hands buried in his pockets, his head was slightly tilted down as he gifted you with the same gaze. “we aren’t supposed—we aren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony,” and your words trail the more he trods towards you. “it gives us bad luck.”

“hey girl,” he murmurs in that familiar rasp. his naturally ruffled hair was slightly slicked back, a few strands poking through. “you look like my wife already,”

and you felt your heart race, hearing him say that, ‘my wife.’ it made your eyebrows slightly curl in puzzlement before he strokes your cheek. “i’ve been meaning to see you anyway. this wedding is gonna last us all day.”

you stare up at him, a tiny glimmer in your eye before breathing. “…well yeah, the after party and everything. why do you-”

“the more i stare at your dress, the more i wanna tear it off,” he uttered, his voice pitches a deep low. he swipes his thumb directly next to your chin. leaning into his touch, you returned the same eye contact, and he sighs. “i don’t want any other eyes seeing this but me.”

“so take it off then,” you mutter, watching the scar slanted against toji’s lips curl into a playful grin. “it’s about time, toji.”

with an eye roll, he grabs your wrist lightly, pulling you into one of the fitting rooms of the venue.

scattered everywhere was a bunch of preparations for the wedding. multiple dresses, cakes, and even presents. yet, the two of you could care less about that. 

“we gotta work on that annoying ass attitude of yours,” he breathes, not wanting to waste a split second. toji lifts you up, moving you towards the table. you wrap your arms around him before gasping. 

“don’t ruin my dress, toji. ‘n ‘i’m not gonna pay for it again.” you say against his ear, hearing him smack his lips in reprisal. 

“yeah yeah. i won’t ruin it, baby,” he rolls his eyes, carefully reaching beneath your back.

he slowly unzips it, watching the fabric drag down your chest before you’re almost exposed. his eyes roamed, making you feel a sudden heat pulse between your legs. he had one of the most intimidating gazes ever known to man. 

once toji helps you fully get out of your dress.

his eyes avert towards between your thighs, squeezed tightly shut. “…girl,” he rasps, making your legs part briefly before flickering his eyes right back towards you. “were you really gonna walk down the aisle with no panties? 

“i— i forgot,” you huff out, running a few fingers through his hair. if you weren’t mistaken, you could hear a purr come from toji’s lips. the way you massaged his scalp with such ease, your touch was everlastingly gentle. “i was rushing earlier and-”

“nah, you didn’t forget. you did this for me, didn’t you princess?” he whispers, leaning in to plant a kiss near the inner part of your neck. 

his lips were so soft.

with a loud clank towards the wooden floor, your heels fell to the ground with an abrupt thud. toji was so touchy, his rough textured hands wandered all over your body. such shivers coming out of you. “y-yes,” you’d drag out, desperately longing for him to just be inside you already. 

you’ve fantasized about this particular moment in more ways than you could count…

likewise, you were far too embarrassed to flat out ask toji to please you.

except for the moment between the two of you at the mall, that was the closest you’ve ever gotten. as mentioned before, he liked making you wait. he figured the wedding day would be the best day to show you how to deal with a real husband. 

in more ways than one… but specifically - the bedroom.

he couldn’t keep his hands off you, it was impossible. you took the chance to gnaw on your lip, feeling him touch all over you. such rough hands, yet so tender. he starts off with kisses near your lips, chaste ones near the corner of your mouth, beneath your chin, your neck…

as he inched lower and lower, you intake a sharp breath, feeling a few strands of his hair tickle against your skin.

“pretty body all jus’ for me,” he’d murmur, an almost coo escaping from his lips. you’re propped up on the table before toji sprawls your legs apart. he leers at the way your legs, the fishnets that purely decorated it. 

with his teeth, he starts to tear them off before you whine. “toji— i have to keep these.”

“y’er dress is long, baby. no one’s gonna be looking at my girl under here,” he replies, such a deep tone hovering underneath his wordings by defeault. 

again, the way he addressed you as ‘his girl,’ it pathetically made you throb. a weird feeling throbbed inside of your heart ; the same feeling you always failed to describe. 

to think you weren’t so fond of this egotistical arrogant man, and now—you were happily drenched for him.

time felt like it went by so fast. those two months you’ve gotten to know this man felt like two seconds. mayhaps that unfamiliar that continued to reside in your chest was…love? 

just imagining that made you almost gag, but perhaps that was it.

could it be that you were falling for a guy you were arranged to spend the rest of your life with? you remember a conversation with toji, telling him that you had a bit of commitment issues. 

so did he. 

that caused the two of you to bond, and toji even opened up to you a bit. about his ex-wife.

he was really selective with his words, but whenever he spoke about her, his eyes always lit up.

toji knew what it was like to be in love already. you didn’t. 

“always trapped up in those pretty thoughts of yours, huh,” toji snaps you back to reality.

he’s made sure not to ruin your fishnets, swiftly peeling them down with his teeth before you don’t even realize he’s already got you more soaked than you were before.

your cunt drooled for him—aching for more of his touch. the second you felt his breath fan against your entrance, he’s toying with you by blowing against your pussy. 

you whined, starting to pant with your eyes flickering straight down towards him. “f-fuck. our marriage’s gonna get bad luck, toji.. wasn’t supposed to see me y-yet.”

“i’m gonna marry you tonight, princess,” he reassures you. and for a split second, he has this stare as if he’s entirely joking with you.

however, his tone always sounded deadly serious. 

that rasp to it made you squeeze your thighs shut together in desperation. “nothin’ is gonna happen. we won’t get bad luck.”

and you moaned, watching him smear a thumb down your swollen clit.

it’s pulsing, and he doesn’t wait to lick a long stripe against your folds. his tongue made you swallow, already your legs started to quaver. 

he lays the base of his tongue flat against your pussy, and you bite your lip, feeling the edge of his scar swipe by your entrance. 

you liked that, a lot. a bit more than you should because he notices. gathering a wad of spit before he spat on your glistening folds. “ooh. ya like feelin’ my scar like that, princess? how’s it feel when i rub against you like this?”

“good...goooood,” you whined, burying your fingers into his hair. dragging him all across your folds, he laps up your slick that started to run down his chin before you whimper. “your scar. it-tickles, toji.”

his lashes close for a brief moment, and you moan once he slides a finger inside, gingerly easing his way inside, feeling you squeeze around him. “aw,” 

he purrs lightly, pressing a teasing chaste kiss alongside your clit. lowering his tongue, he makes sure it’s going right underneath your sensitive nub. 

toji was precise - his tongue knew every direct spot to make you sob out his name.

you didn’t even bother being quiet this time—you whimpered and mewled until your pretty voice was strained. “keep lookin’ away ‘n i’ll stop givin’ this pussy attention.”

you’re panting, heaving and heaving as your eyes trail back down towards toji.

the tip of his nose prods up against your folds, the fact that he’s nose deep…not a care in the world. 

his tongue continues to loll out, lapping up every drop of your sweetened slick. it carelessly coated his mouth, the few specks of facial hair that was barely visible. it ran all over the under part of his chin. such a messy eater. but you and him both knew that. 

“eyes down here, yeahhh. that’s it,” he coos, applying extra amounts of pressure with his tongue. he lies it flat down, and he was so sloppy.

gathering up strings of his saliva, flickering his eyes back towards you to give you a cocky grin. “pull on my hair some more…fuck, jus’ like that. yank it.”

toji gets hard feeling you roughly grip onto his darkened black locks. it gets tangled within your fingers, and you start to briefly massage his scalp, earning a low groan from him. 

toji could eat you out for hours, without a single care in the world—just his tongue between your legs, eating you out like a starved man.

as his tongue moves upwards, you whimper out a “s-shit,” that echoes throughout the room. his thumb skims against your entrance before you feel his tongue slide its way upwards, backwards. an entire zigzag of letters. “oh my goddd, toji. ‘m gonna c-cum.” 

“such a nasty fiancé. was about to walk down the aisle with no panties. the fuckin’ nerve,” he grumbles. 

a pout curls against your lips once you feel his tongue slow down.

gradually, you start to move your hips by his face and he shoots you a glare that makes you pulse. toji breaks away, pressing kisses near your inner thighs now. he’s taking attention away from your clit, and you whimper. “awh. what’s with the pout? don’t like waiting huh?”

“t— toji…” you weren’t fond of being edged, of waiting. toji raises his brows, a thumb toying with your clit, stroking it before even giving it a sweet nibble. “p-please. don’t kiss my thighs, jus’ finish. wanna cum..”

“pretty please,” he corrects you, purposely slowing his pace down just to watch you squirm in such desire. your legs. “say it girl. speak to me in that pretty voice.” 

it shook, vigorously. 

all from the rapid strokes of his tongue. your breathing patterns became so irregular it had you gasping for hair.

the way he made sure to suck and lick over every spot. chills, shivers and a plethora of other feelings run down your body before you moan, feeling him lightly nibble against your slit.

with a shaky breath exiting your throat, you mewl out a whiney, “pretty please toji. pleasepleaseplease.” 

“good girl,” he says in a smooth tone, making you let off a moan solely from the way he spoke to you. 

toji lowered his words, pronouncing in such a silky way that it made you pulse. he takes a concise slurp near your g-spot before mimicking a technique with his fingers.

unhurriedly, he slides a finger into your slick entrance, still hovering his tongue all throughout your pussy before you’re just nearly about to break. 

with your maw dropped wide, you came with the most tumultuous orgasm imaginable. he brushes his tongue against your slit as you ride out your orgasm, body growing limp abruptly over the table before you whine once he gets up. 

“open that mouth,” he utters, getting right between your trembling legs. without even a split question, you part your lips - unaware of the kiss that he planted right on your mouth. 

toji picks you up, the pretty anklet you were just idly brushing down his back. he carries you towards the sofa, still tongue tied with you—you moan in his mouth, tasting the sweetened tang of alcohol on his tongue. 

“y’don't know how bad i need you,” he gruffs, breaking between kisses, strands of your own saliva departs, and the more he shoved his tongue down your throat, the more you tasted yourself. swiftly, you move your tongue beneath his bottom lip, tasting how sweet you were and it made you whine. 

toji’s words rang throughout your ears like church bells. he practically treated you like a rag doll. your dress was off—and you were all exposed with just a pretty bra. 

“tell me you want me,” he mouthed, getting directly between you. toji was between your legs, hovering over you with bulky arms just stretched near the sides of you. he leans in, cupping your chin, stroking your thumb. “tell me you want me, and i’ll give you all of me.”

“i— i want all of you, toji,” you pant, your eyes focusing directly on him and only him. toji was still in his tuxedo. he was so handsome, there was certainly no denying. with matching black slacks, he reached for his tie—giving it a firm pull before snickering at your answer. 

“good girl,” he praises you, and you’re so impatient. with a few shuffling you hear the commotion of him unbuckling his pants — he's intentionally going slow, dragging things out to see that sweet pout form across your lips again. “goin’ as fast as i can, sweetheart. don’t give me that look.”

he was always such a tease. you kissed your teeth in annoyance, averting your eyes towards the ceiling before he’s finally through. 

toji stares down, using his right hand to pry your legs open a bit. his left hand to give himself a few pumps. you glanced down, and nearly moaned at the sight of his length. he was so thick, veins ran all the way down and you were almost drooling. 

he grunts, spotting you gawking at him and it only gets him ten times harder. taking a deep inhale, you stare at his happy trail. speckles of black hair decorating near his abdomen. it was sexy, toji was a well trimmed man surprisingly. 

“f-fuck, look how hard you make me,” he huffs out, and that’s when he makes you turn over on your back. you were staggered a bit at the sudden change of position—yet before you could react, that’s when you felt the plump tip of his dick prod against your entrance. “damn. she’s all excited for me. fuck this wedding, i just want you princess.”

his words…there came that same feeling brewing up inside you. a soft whine escapes from your lips as you’re dumbly arched beside the sofa, sucking in a breath. he finishes gently aligning himself. 

once he starts to go in, you let off a, “f-fuckkk,” that reverberated across the entire fitting room. he was big. saying toji was big, an entire understatement.

his girth had you nearly choking on your own saliva. with a single hand, he grips onto your waist, watching you gradually swallow him. “toji, you’re so b-big. ‘s really big.”

“perfect size just for you, baby,” he sighs, already feeling droplets of sweat race down the sides of his forehead. 

toji’s heaving, he licks his lips at the sight of you arching for him. as each inch sinks in further and further—you could feel him stretch you out even better than his fingers ever could.

your pussy squelched, longing for him to keep going. start up a pace, do something.. 

“easy girl, easy,” he murmurs, just barely halfway in. you try to bear around him and he smiles, running a hand down your spine to make you whimper. “relax for me. that’s it. good fuckin’ good.”

“t-toji..” you’d moan. each set of praises he gave you made your head spin, your heart raced, thinking was so hard for you. especially with such a size as big as his. “oh my g-god, ‘m gonna cum.”

he clicks his tongue, almost in before caressing your ass. “no baby, y’er not gonna cum yet,” and then he titter’s underneath his breath. “cute little drama queen.”

he was right in some way—you weren’t gonna cum so soon, but it did feel like it.

your face lowers against the cushioned pillow, flat down and you hug against it. biting your lip, your eyes rolled into the very depths of your cranium once toji presents you with a single rough thrust. 

one thrust. 

one thrust was all it took to make you let off the most sweetest melodic whimper imaginable. toji wanted to hear it—again, and again, and again. if it was anything he knew, he was slowly becoming more and more addicted to his future wife’s voice. 

“i just want you to feel all of me,” he starts, speaking between thrusts. your lips, spit-glossed and quavering. you whimper out, feeling his body weight press against you. 

it was so provocative. so arousing, this particular position.

doggystyle but with more depth.

he’d be able to reach more in a deeper angle to where you’re barely able to formulate comprehensible sentences. “i wanna reach you in spots no one’s ever reached before, princess,” he continued, leaning right up close to you—you let off a whine, feeling his cock stretch you out with such simplicity. “will you let me do that?”

“yes, yes. please..” you immediately spat out, feeling yourself coat the lower part of his shaft with your slick. you were already drenched, so soaked from before. being propped up over the armrest of the sofa. it made you feel so lewd. 

your cunt gripped all against him, gummy walls tugging back and forth tightly that it makes you whimper out. “toji, i want you. i- i want you too.”

“yeah girl. i know you do.” he replies with sass, giving your ass a brief smack—only to quickly caress it shortly afterwards. the sting, you licked your lips before letting off a sweet whimper. just a simple action as that made you throb. 

toji was a big guy, once he started up a rhythmic pace, you immediately fell in love. not with him, with his strikes, his mean thwacking hits against your cunt. 

or was it …?

only time could tell. 

you were far too dumb to comprehend anything. all you could even fathom was how big he was. stretching your cunt out as if it was some sort of elastic band. 

toji’s cock reached every crevice, you felt his tip prod against spots you didn’t even know could be reached. 

“o-ohhh my fuckin’ god, fuckkk,” you’d gasp, feeling him lower his weight against you just a bit further. by this point, he was smacking his hips roughly against you.

it was hypnotizing. the way he rolled his hips at such a titillating speed, so deep. you were almost drooling—you wanted more, and more, and more. “right there, ‘s too good. fuck me right th—”

“don’t tell me how to fuck, princess.” he groans, making you lie back against the wooly arm of the sofa. his tone was so raspy and mean, you were aching each time he spoke to you. 

toji’s favorite part was seeing your ass go back against him, it made him kiss his teeth everytime. the recoil.

your ass had him locked hard. just jouncing back against him. he pivots his hips before you moan once he starts to shift a bit. 

“need to go deeper,” he groans, and you don’t know what he means before you feel him lean right up against you. you whimper, feeling the back of toji’s sock suddenly make contact with your neck. 

“deeper ‘n deeper,” he huffs out, and you moan at the soft fabric brushing near your skin. he was fucking you with a foot pressed lightly against your neck. this angle—it was filthy.

if you weren’t drooling, then you certainly were now. he groans, each time you clamp down against him it makes his jaw tighten. “waited so long jus’ to have ya underneath me like this, baby.”

the more toji spoke, the more you disassociated. his dick did wonders.

each stroke had you gasping for air. his hits against you, the way he had his foot right by your neck. pretty lashes of your continued to flicker and flutter whilst he was fucking you insanely stupid. 

“m-more, please. getting close, tojiiii.” and he finds it cute. the way you drag out your words in such a obscene way. he’s making jerk back and back against him—it elicits out the honeyed sounds from you. 

“fuck back against me ‘n i’ll think about it,” he puffs out. you whine pathetically, making a cute attempt to move back against him.

it was barely any movement due to toji’s foot pressed up against your neck but you tried. he cackles roughly, teasingly sliding fingers down your back before cooing. “a for effort, baby. i’ll take it from here, yeah?”

and he does, like the true gentleman he was. 

toji keeps you in that same position for a good thirty minutes until your legs were close to essentially giving out. 

you came a lot, repeatedly. constantly. 

over and over again until the word cum was forever the only existing word engraved into your dumb little brain. you were speechless, fundamentally losing track of your orgasms he gave you. you shuddered, each position making you covet for more. you didn’t want to stop. 

not now, not ever.

“fuckin’ look at her grip on me so sloppy like,” he nips at his tongue, currently having you laid on your side. he pistons his dick in and out of you at such a tempo…it was so amorous. 

he was referring to the way the strings of his and your own cum stringing together.

back and forth, so messy. he watched in awe, sliding his tongue amongst his lips before groaning. “can only imagine what our honeymoon would be like, sweetheart. i’d probably fuck around ‘n get you pregnant. maybe gift you with a kid or two.”

“t— toji,” you’d moan, and a rigid grip goes against your waist. whilst he was giving you vigorous shots from the side, you’re just hugging him tightly with your squelching walls.

the sounds your cunt made from its impact was so loud. it earned a hiss from him before he slowed his thrusts down. “do it.”

“silly girl,” he laments, a thumb stroking against the softness of your side. he was pumping you full of inches, you’re just taking it with your tongue lolled out—it felt so good.

each spot, he hit it deeply. the curve of toji’s dick, it had somewhat of an upward curve that made him reach a more thorough angle inside of you. “f-fuck, but ‘m gonna stuff you full again. ‘s that what you want? a plump pretty belly jus’ for me to see?”

you whimper, nodding your head ardently. 

“use those words.” he huffs out, deepening his strokes against you. while feeling your ass jumar and clamp back by him. your walls hugged him solidly like a vice. it’s got his head spinning in circles, on a constant loop. 

“give it to me t-toji, wan’ you to fill me up again,” you’d hiccup, and then he suddenly makes you lie down on your back. he gives you a smile, dark green irises staring right into you before he pulls out briefly—just before plugging himself back in. 

toji swallows thickly, his jaw clenching steadfastly once he ends up cumming again. he poured such thick ropes into you.

it was warm. the way it trickled into you, he makes you grow quiet so you can hear it. 

“…f-fuckin’ hell,” he husked, his head going back as he raises your leg up to give it a soft kiss. you milked him so good to where his voice started to become a bit more shaky. even a bit whiny.

toji stuttering was something new to you—and you’d be a liar if you said that didn’t turn you on. “take it all princess, saved all this jus’ for you….damn.”

he utters the last part underneath his breath, his abs flexing before he grabs ahold of his dick. it was swollen. throbbing from the stimulation before he pulled out again, this time smearing his cum all across your entrance. “always… always liked myself a messy girl.”

eventually, the two of you nearly ended up missing your own ceremony. dozens of guests came to show their support for the new soon-to-be wedded couple.

toji helped clean you up, as promised, not a damage was done to your costly dress. 

the venue couldn’t have been anymore perfect. the surprise was a bit ruined figuring the two of you had seen each other right before the official wedding. 

toji’s hair was a bit messed up. he runs his hands through it whilst the entire crow stands up once you start trodding your feet down the aisle. 

that generic traditional wedding piano tune plays, and you’re walking with your father, the train piece of your wedding dress flowing down throughout each step. 

toji has this gaze on you the entire time, hands buried in his pockets and his eyes linger. it made you nervous—something was telling you something, but you chose to ignore it. did you love him? or did you not? 

once you finally made it up near the stand with toji, he grabs your hands with the most sleaziest grin. he strokes against your hands as the priest started to recite the same broad speech, “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the holy union of…”

as he spoke, the two of you kept eyes on each other the entire time. toji towered over you, and he genuinely looked in love. he had a softness to his face, yet a smug look that never went away. your gut was telling you something—yet you couldn’t figure out exactly what. 

the priest continued to speak before focusing his attention towards you. “do you take this man to be your husband, to live together, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health—forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“i do.” you mutter without hesitation. 

the priest then turns towards toji before letting off a sigh, staring back into his book. “sir. do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health—forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

toji stares lovingly into your eyes, tilting his head before he leans up close to you—you’re caught by surprise once he kisses you early. it was a deep kiss, you kissed back, wrapping your arms around him before he pulls away.

yet before he can say, “i do,”

toji makes your heart come to a stop, murmuring out the fatal words against your lips, “sorry baby, i can’t.”

[z3rinn]

# #. I BID YOU, GOODNIGHT !!

featuring : leona kingscholar and malleus draconia !! fun fact! Ever since you bid Malleus or Leona goodnight, they literally can’t sleep without you saying it.

aaaaa I'm sorry for not posting in so long!! but I hope you all enjoy ! mwah !

# #. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Everyone knows that the second prince of the savanna loves to sleep. Everyone knows he'd drop anything he deemed unimportant just for a quick nap. But nowadays he found it harder to sleep than usual. The prince couldn't even figure out why. Maybe it was because all these Herbivores were annoying him. Or maybe it was because Jack was following him around.

So here he lays, in the middle of the botanical gardens. His thoughts completely consumed by one thought- and one thought alone. You.

He wouldn't admit it- but deep below Leona knew it was you who was the problem. It was all your fault. You were the whole reason he couldn't fall asleep. And it was all because you bid him goodnight.

It was on a day just like this. A perfect evening for napping. A perfect evening to sleep with his Herbivore. Leona rested his head on your lap, eyes closed as you nonchalantly ran your fingers thru his hair. "Yknow I gotta go right? I'm gonna miss class- with no excuse. Do you know how mad Riddle would get?" You sighed, looking down to the lion unimpressed.

He just dragged you out to the gardens. Making the both of you late for class. It wasn't even the first time he did it. And you doubted it would be the last. Leona just rolled his eyes at your comment, soon closing them as he shifted around. "Shut up. Riddle's not even your housewarden. And you can miss one class."

You groaned, throwing your head back against a flower pot. Your hands tugged at his hair causing him to hiss.

A small, mischievous smile formed on your lips as you looked down at him. "Oh Leona- what if I just leave real quick... and then later on today I'll come visit you in your room and we can chill there. Or you could come to Ramshackle if you want?" Your hands ran down the side of his cheek, a soft hum leaving your lips. "And then you can lay on me allll you want."

Leona tched, "No. That's too bothersome. I'd rather be sleeping at night."

"Uh- bro so would I??"

Leona narrowed his eyes at you. "What did you just call me!?"

You hummed, slumping further. "Oh nothing."

It was silent for a moment, and it was right before Leona fell back asleep when you spoke. "Goodnight, you little Lion." Before grabbing one of his braids and pressing a kiss to it.

The Lion's eyes opened wide, his eyes immediately falling to yours. He could feel his body gaining heat, freezing in place as he flushed. That was when you smiled and stood up. Leaving him on the floor, dazed, and confused.

Ugh. This was all your fault.

# #. MALLEUS DRACONIA

A heatwave rushed across Night Raven College, hot and annoying. Heatwaves were common yes, but in winter? Well that was something completely different. The sudden change in temperature confused many, winter had just begun- why would heat of all thing suddenly consume the island? Only a few people knew of what caused this, or rather who.

It was none other than a prince, the prince of briar valley, a prince who had just been hit by the effects of love.

It was another late night at Ramshackle when the incident occurred. Another late night where the fireflies gleamed in the dark. Another night where you and Malleus could walk, feeling the breeze across your skin as you walked side by side. It was nights like those where you could just walk silently, basking in each other’s warmth as you shielded from the cold.

It was a night where no words were spoken, yet the fae prince had no trouble with that. He quite enjoyed these quiet nights together. No one bothering him, no one following him around, “guarding.” It was but a perfect night. Him and his child of man together.

However, he knew that these nights couldn't last forever.

You walked just slightly ahead of him, towards the patio of Ramshackle. Malleus listened as you crunched your feet against the leaves on the floor.

"This was fun," You spoke softly, giving the dragon a light smile, "I should go now though, before Grim gets hungry."

He smiled, "All right, shall we meet again tomorrow?"

Your smile grew, "Of course, I'll see you then?"

Fireflies swarmed the fae, signaling he was about to leave. "Very well, then I shall take my-"

"Ah! Wait, before you go!" You ran down the steps of the building, stopping right in front of Malleus. You had a sly smile on your face as you leaned closer into him. Before the prince could question you, a small kiss was pressed against his cheek.

He felt your lips on his soft cheek, gently pressing down into his face. He could feel his face slightly flush but just as it began, you suddenly pulled away from him.

You gazed into his eyes as you leaned away, that smile on your face growing tenfold due to his surprised expression. "Goodnight, Tsunotarou." And just as you came, you left. Leaving him alone and confused. And with dreams for days.

Malleus lied alone on his bed, holding a pillow to his chest, his face flushed. Thoughts of you and him consumed his mind. What did this mean? Where you trying to court him? Did you want to start planning for your future together?

All of his feelings and emotions poured out as he sighed into his pillow. Only for it to cause yet another wave of heat to rush across the school. It was honestly a surprise no one (Lilia) hadn't yet talked to him....

He wasnt quite sure what these feelings were yet.

[harrywavycurly]

Ok but I’m going to need Harry calling Niall to tell him about his date/first kiss with miss Southern girlie 👀

Hiii lovey!!! Oh for sureeee we need the deets on how Niall thinks the date went 😂 I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry figures he might as well talk to someone on his walk home so of course that someone is going to be Niall✨

“Decided you needed to see my face during these early morning chats huh?…why you grinning like that mate? You’re freaking me out.” “It’s not even midnight Niall so it’s not early morning and…well I’m walking home from my date-” “oh fuck that’s right your date!….well going on your grin I’d say it went well? Unless you decided to just go full obsessive and kidnapped her and she’s actually in your basement or something?” “You’re truly a disturbed person…yes it went well you twat…she even let me kiss her goodnight.” “Did you ask first? Like a proper gentleman and all that?” “Yes…and honestly I thought she was walking up to her door but she was just trying to be the same height as me so I wouldn’t strain my neck.” “She sounds too good for you mate…honestly what’ve you done to trick her into agreeing to date your lanky ass?” “I haven’t tricked her you into anything you ass.” “Whatever…so what did you end up bringing her instead of flowers?” “I uhm made her…a mix cd…she liked it a lot and was very surprised I went through the effort to do that for her.” “A mix cd? Jesus H that’s like…proper boyfriend shit…what even songs did you put on it? Don’t tell me you just loaded it up with yourself…” “I mean it has the band on there…and yes you annoying little hobbit I’m on there but so are just some random artists I think she’d like.” “Okay so you made her a cd…then what did you do?” “I took her to dinner at a nice little Italian spot and then we went to this new wine bar that just opened and…after we just walked around downtown.” “You two and your bloody walks I swear…always fucking walking.” “We enjoy a good stroll okay? Just because you have wonky knees doesn’t mean the rest of us do…” “oh piss off you know you like taking walks with her because she lets you hold her hand.” “Oh…she let me touch the top of her thigh at the wine bar.” “What?” “Yeah she was sitting next to me in the booth and I reached over and placed my hand there to…test the waters ya know?” “Yeah…and?” “She didn’t slap it away….she even put her hand on top of it…” “I’d say that with the kiss goodnight is some serious progress…I’m happy for you Harry.” “Thanks….I really…really…like her.” “I know ya do…when do I get to meet her? Only seems fitting that she meets your absolute bestfriend on the entire planet now that you’ve got the first date out the way.” “Oh she’s meeting Jeff next week…he invited us to lunch.” “Oh fuck right off Harry you know damn well I’m above Jeffery on the friends hierarchy okay? Who is it you call about her every fucking time you have an update? Me…not him…me so get your head outta your ass and set up a time for me to meet her you wanker.” “You can’t have that kind of potty mouth around her Niall.” “I know how to behave myself around new people don’t worry.” “Oh I’m worried…you worry me.” “Yeah? Same goes for you… but at least I know the difference between salt and sugar.” “Why do you say such rude things to me when I’m on such a high?” “Sorry…but really I want to meet her…and I’m happy for you man…you deserve this.” “I’ll see when she’s free and get back to you…thanks Niall that means a lot.” “Now I gotta go…but keep me posted on how things are going…and please for the love of god Harry stop calling or FaceTiming me late at night you’re starting to fuck with my sleep schedule.” “I’ll keep you posted…sorry it’s just I like to call you while it’s all fresh in my brain that’s all…but I’ll do my best…now go get some sleep you look bloody awful.” “Love you too ya wank.”

[small-sinclair]

Hiiii!!!!

Can you write about this?

It's being late to sleep but Bo's S/O don't want to go to sleep and how will Bo do to let S/O go to sleep or something.

If you don't want to write this it's okay, I very very love your work it's wonderful and amazing and perfect I love a lot❤️❤️❤️

And hope you have a good day!!!!

As an insomniac, I feel this on every level.

Bo with an S/O that can't sleep

He can sleep through anything.

When I say anything, I mean anything. He's slept through a handful of tornadoes and storms.

Once, he slept through a violent kill Vincent was doing. The person was screaming bloody murder while Bo slept peacefully in the same room, snuggling a pillow.

So, if you can't sleep, you better tell him before he hits his Rock Sleep.

If you don't tell him, good luck trying to wake him up (please don't wake him. He's just a tired man with aching bones and he gets angry when he's waken up).

"Oh, we can't hav'ya tired in the morn, c'n we now, sugar?" He'll drawl, kissing your head. "I thin' I c'n help with sleep."

His aunt taught him a few things to help sleep on restless nights like making lemon and lavender tea or giving you warm milk.

If you're allergic to lavender (like me) and/or hate milk (like me), then he'll have you snuggle up to his chest and rub your back slowly.

If you ask him nicely and he's in the mood, he'll sing to you.

"Oh? Singin' ya to sleep? What am I? A jukebox?" He'll chuckle to himself before hugging you tightly. "Rest yer head, darlin'. I hav'a song fer ya..."

He can sing pretty well, too. He'll sing you to sleep with his deep voice drifting you off.

A song that I think he'll sing is "Fallin' in Love with You" or "Grace" (a song that his mother sang to him; one of the happier memories of his mother)

If he doesn't want sing, he'll just talk.

I imagine his voice is deep and low at night because he's tired or doesn't want to wake his brothers.

Even if his brothers aren't home, he'll talk nice and low out of habit.

When he was younger, he would talk Vincent to sleep and whispered because he didn't want his mother or father yelling at him.

"Cuddle up, sugar cube. Bo's gotta story for ya," he whispers, his voice echoing in his chest. He draws you near and has you rest on his chest.

He'll talk about anything that's on his mind, about his day, tomorrow's plans, a story of when he was a kid, or (if you're REALLY lucky), he'll retell the story of how he fell in love with you.

After a while of him talking, his heartbeat hamming slowly in his chest, you'll drift off, leaving him alone to look at you.

He'll kiss you goodnight and join you in sleep.

Bo will snuggle up against you, but don't tell him that he does that. It'll be your little secret.

[ave09]

Omg I once dreamt that I was married to Harrison Ford and he was the sweetest and most attentive husband!!!! And oh my goodness, that man was a glorious kisser!Best dream ever!!!!!! I love Harrison Ford so much!!!!!!!🥰💕

(^this is what Harry & I’s wedding rings looked like!)

i know this wasn’t technically a request… i say this after i write this bc i rlly thought it was a request 💀 so surprise, and i hope you like it!

sleep

harrison ford x reader

note: THAT GIF-

“darling?”

“mmm.”

“darling.”

you glanced up from your computer, “yes?” in the doorway stood your husband, arms crossed over his broad chest. “do you realize the time?” slowly, you shook your head, looking over at the clock on your desk. 12:58 a.m. 

your eyes widened, “god, it’s that late already?” harrison nodded, “you lost track of time again?” you smiled sheepishly, “yeah..” the man let out a soft laugh, walking across the room, placing his hand atop of the computer, “how much more you got left?” 

you sighed, “a good five pages.” this college paper was kicking your ass. “y’know, sometimes i regret going back to college.” 

“i know, beautiful, you tell me all the time.” he said with a soft laugh, “i think it’s time to get to bed.” “i have to finish this page.” 

harrison walked around the desk, now standing behind you, his large hands resting thiupon your shoulders, rubbing them gently. “you’ve gotta get some sleep, hun. if you don’t, then you’re not going to feel well tomorrow.” 

“it’s already tomorrow.” you whispered with a laugh, “well, you’re not gonna feel any good today.” he said, leaning down and kissing the top of your head before slowly turning the rolling chair around to face him.

“harrison-“ 

before you could protest, he was leaning down, hoisting you out of the chair before lifting you up, carrying you bridal style. “honey, trust me. i’m only doing this for your own good.” harrison then carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the nicely made bed. 

he then walked over to his dresser, retrieving one of his t-shirts, tossing it onto the bed, beside you. 

you smiled. “you’re such an amazing man, harrison. so caring. how did i get so lucky?” 

“i wish i had the answer, honey.” he replied, taking a seat beside you, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “i love you.” he whispered. 

“i know.” 

the man narrowed his eyes and you let out a laugh, “i’m sorry, i couldn’t help myself!” you knew how much harrison despised han solo, and it was always so funny to see his reaction. 

“change and get some rest,” he said, pulling back the comforter and climbing into bed. you pulled off your jeans and tank top, pulling on harrison’s oversized tee before climbing into bed beside him. you snuggled into his side, feeling his muscular arms wrapping around you, keeping you close, “goodnight harrison.”

“goodnight darling.”

[shmowder]

HIIII any ideas on general relationship headcanons with bad grief???? \(★ω★)/ I looked through ur masterlists and didn't really see that much content with him 📝📝📝📝📝🛞🛞🛞🛞🛞

I did write about him in the "Ideal reader" and "petnames for you" posts. Other than that, nothing much; people don't request him.

For general relationship headcanons, I'll try not to overlap with what I've already written in the ideal reader one.

Bad Grief relationship HC

[Fluff, slight angst, romance]

He can be charismatic when he wants to be...well as charismatic as a fox.

Dropping a cheesy pick-up line when you walk by him, asking what someone like him gotta do to take you out for dinner?

As if the two of you aren't already in a stable relationship, for half a decade to boost.

That's the thing, the spark with him never really dies.

Sure, it might get dimmer, or at least you get used to it with time, but it never vanishes.

Grigory never stops putting in the effort, be it exaggerated acts of ironic genlemannerism or simply remembering to grab your favourite snack when doing a grocery run.

He isn't very nurturing or much of a careraker; most of his youth was spent surviving and being a punk.

The man is close to his 30s and yet still wears fingerless gloves.

It's not going to be all wine and roses with him.

But oh, there will definitely be drinks, plenty even.

He is surprisingly emotionally mature, not something you'd expect of someone of his reputation.

It's one of the requirements of being a gang leader...or a leader to any group in general.

You become more jaded to people's quips.

Grow thicker skin.

Realise someone's bad attitude has more to do with them having a shitty day than with anything you did.

Misunderstandings and arguments are prone to happen, especially in relationships.

Filin is an expert at mediating a situation, evading catastrophes.

Convincing you how much more productive it would be to just put a lid on the current problem, have a meal, get a goodnight's sleep and hopefully the all consuming rage simmered down into more manageable wrath in the morning.

Dogshit at cooking, don't let his "kiss the cook" apron fool you.

Or let him gaslight you into thinking eggs are supposed to be burnt.

Neither that it's perfectly okay for a steak to look like it belongs in a coal pile in the furnace room of a train.

Enjoys tinkering and being a handy man in general.

You have a clock that needs adjusting? He is your man.

Your showerhead is leaking? Say no more doll, he is on the case.

He isn't a miracle worker, however.

Don't let him overestimate his abilities; being able to fix a clock and tinkering with the rattling pipes under the sink are two different things.

Call a professional before he breaks them.

He has a lot of connections, is always home late, and never let's you get involved with anything risky or illegal in case the Saburov might change their mind one day and go after his neck.

This can be frustrating.

It's so easy to mistake his caution for mistrust or an underestimation of your abilities.

He simply doesn't want to be a burden.

Grigory doesn't say it much...or at all–at least sincerely and not under 13 layers of humour and irony—but the fact you even let him become a part of your life, allowed him to build a home together with you, to have a genuine real relationship...

It astonishes him.

He wouldn't have opened the door for someone like him if they ever came knocking.

People hide their children and cross the road when they see him on the street.

Yet you were fearless, you were brave and took him up on his offer for dinner.

You could've just dismissed it as a sleezy line from a greasy guy who's in over his head.

Part of him is genuinely afraid of being sincere, of vulnerability and weakness.

He thinks he must always show you his best side

The charismatic guy, the one who makes you laugh, the one who makes you smile after crying on his shoulder.

And it will be hard to get him to allow himself be anything but that.

Yet, sometimes, you glimpse it.

Moments of weakness which slip through the cracks.

Early in the morning, when you notice him looking at the bathroom mirror, observing the wrinkles and smile lines forming on his skin.

The sound of the clock ticking nearby seems louder than ever in the room.

The way his eyes wince with every turn of the needle, as if it was personally piercing his heart.

Is he mourning a wasted life or a future he's been robbed of?

Or is he simply contemplating his inability to change, the world's absolute refusal to let him amount to anything but who he is, to let him try his hand at a different role.

But then he catches your eyes in the reflection

And a small relief makes itself clear as his eyebrows unkit themselves.

As he reminded that at least, he chose you as much as you chose him.

[dreadsuitsamus]

If you do requests, can we see some fluff headcanons with DBS Broly? Please??

i'll give it a shot! i have had broly on the brain since watching dbs broly haha idk if you want strictly headcanons or a sort of story in headcanon form so i'll try out both and see what works best for me (i love to worldbuild 🙈)

DBS Broly x Reader Story Headcanons

You meet Broly when you crash land onto his planet after losing a fire fight that screwed up your navigation system

He's alone on the planet, and goes to investigate the crash site when you land

You've been knocked unconscious by the impact, so he pulls you out of the ship and takes you to the shelter given to him by Goku

When you wake up, you're confused about your surroundings, when you see Broly you startle him with your gasp of fear

He looks scared too, so you apologize and ask him what happened

His voice is soft and he doesn't meet your eyes when he tells you how he took you to his shelter after you crashed

"Oh... Thank you so much. What's your name?"

"My name is Broly."

He's large but so SWEET

You assure him you'll do your best to fix your ship and be on your way as soon as possible

He doesn't say anything in response, but his eyes look lonely

You soon learn that it's because he's the only one on this planet. He doesn't give many details as to why, just that his friends that lived with him left some time ago, but at least they still visit

He takes you to your crashed ship and stands stoicly as you diagnose the issues

In essence, shit's fucked

"If it can even be fixed, it'll take me a long time to find a way to do it with the resources I have."

Broly offers his assistance whenever needed, often in the form of lifting the heavy things

He spends every waking moment with you while you work on the ship, asking questions when he feels curious

You enjoy his interest in your project and you answer every question in earnest, loving the pleased look on his face when you talk to him

When it becomes too late to work anymore, you and Broly go home to his shelter in the cave

Broly has plenty of provisions, but as you sit on the couch after a shower, you realize he doesn't know how to properly utilize what he's got in the pantry

"Here Broly, let me show you a few things."

Broly is amazed at the meal you cook, politely asking for seconds when he finishes the first bowl of chili

You laugh and fix him another plate. "You don't gotta ask, hon! It's your food, after all."

That doesn't stop him from asking for another serving at every meal

You sleep on the couch and Broly sleeps in his bedroom, but he leaves his bedroom door open

He has trouble sleeping, so usually for an hour or so he'll just talk with you or watch a movie on the couch until you're both ready for bed

One night you fall asleep during a movie, your body curled up at an awkward angle

Broly stands and gently lays you into a better position for your neck, and pulls the blanket over you. He whispers a soft goodnight and goes to his room, but he doesn't sleep

He thinks of you all night, and wonders why he has a fuzzy feeling in his chest

Each day he watches you patch up the ship, his stomach has an odd ache

Eventually you hit a wall and need a specific part that you can't repair, so you're as good as stranded on the planet now

Though you're not as bummed about it as you probably should be, for some reason

When you tell Broly what's going on, the ache in his stomach disappears

After a couple months of being stuck on the planet, a man named Goku pays a visit

Turns out he's the one who brings Broly his provisions. He's a kind man and when you explain how you ended up on the planet, he offers to help out and get the part you need

You write down exactly what it is you need, along with a few other supplies that would help you finish faster

Goku smiles and leaves with the list, promising to return with the supplies when he got them

At dinner, Broly is pushing his food around rather than eating it. And after realizing just the appetite he has, you find it extremely odd

"Does it not taste good?" You pout

"It does." His voice is soft, and his eyes have that lonely look again

"What's wrong then?" You put down your fork and put your hand to the center of the table

"I... Do not want you to leave."

HE'S BLUSHINGGGGGGG

"Why's that?"

"I don't want to be alone again."

The next time these so-called "friends" visit, you're going to beat them to a pulp

Before you can even respond, Broly starts up again

"My chest feels fuzzy when I see you. And my stomach hurts when I think about you leaving."

Your cheeks heat up. "Broly..."

He takes your hand and meets your eyes. He's tearing up. "Please don't leave." He whispers.

You smile and squeeze his hand. "Okay, Broly. I'll stay."

His smile is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen

Fluff Headcanons

Broly has no idea what to do in a relationship, so you have to teach him

Luckily, he's a quick study and soon understands his feelings and how to turn those feelings into actions

Broly is a bit confused, but he's got the romantic spirit when he brings you a bunch of the planet's native flowers

Said flowers are poisonous, you soon discover, but you assure Broly anyway that you love them as your hands are covered in blotchy, itchy red patches

Broly loves to cuddle. You can't remember the last time you actually sat on the couch cushion instead of Broly's lap

He hardly ever watches the movies you put on anymore. He loves to hide his face in the crook of your neck and hold you closely, as if you were a teddy bear

You, however, are certainly not complaining. You'll reach back and play with his hair when he does this, and you're pretty sure he's purring when you do it

His cheeks burn red when you turn your head and place a kiss somewhere on his face though

So, naturally, you do it often

Keeping true to his nature as a quick study, he picks up how to kiss after just a couple make-out sessions

He's intuitive to what you like, so when he finds that sensitive spot on your back, he uses it

It catches you off guard every time. You'll be in bed kissing and then suddenly his fingers brush over that spot, making you giggle and shiver

He smiles at you like you're a goddess every time he does it

When you tell him you love him (and explain what it means) he catches you in a bear hug and cries softly into your shirt. You hold him closely and shed tears of your own

Once he's collected himself, he promptly tells you he loves you too

Broly admires everything about you, always watching you do even the most mundane of tasks, like washing the dishes or folding laundry

You watch him when he trains outside, bringing him a drink and a snack when you feel he should take a break.

He immediately halts training when he sees you coming close to him, and he gives you a sweet kiss before he accepts the snack

Broly likes when you play with his hair, but he absolutely loves it when you brush it. He's so relaxed and he has a wistful smile with each stroke of the brush

You presume he must be a cat in another life

Broly loves holding your hand. He's so much bigger than you and he enjoys the sight of your smaller hand in his.

He feels extremely protective of you. Anytime you go outside he's with you, he won't hesitate to demolish any beast that comes your way

Broly's affection goes up a thousand percent after he kills whatever attempted to attack you

He holds you tightly and takes you right back home and holds you for hours, not letting you go until you ask him to

If it takes him even a fraction of effort to kill, sometimes you'll have to ask him twice to release you. Though he looks so hurt and scared when you ask too soon, so you always give him at least one hour to cuddle

Not that you tend to want to be let go anyway, since he's so warm and strong

Broly doesn't ever sleep very long, but sometimes you wake up before he does and you just watch him sleep, memorizing each detail of his face

You kiss him as soon as he starts to stir, surprising him for just a moment before he returns the kiss in kind

Cheelai and Lemo make their first visit since you crashed onto the planet while you're cooking dinner for Broly

He's happy to see them, but you keep true to your word and beat them both up

Broly knows he should stop you, but something is oddly satisfying about you defending his honor

Broly puts his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you once you're done, and speaks to his friends as if nothing happened

They stay for dinner, and once they leave Broly kisses you like never before.

"I love you so much."

He says so every day, so you know he means it

end note: this was probably not what you were looking for and definitely too long, but i thank you for your request anyway! i like to explore different means of writing beyond a full-fledged fic, so this was a nice test to see what i enjoy! i hope you like what i've written anyway, anon ☺️

[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 9

Tw: Nothing I can think of for this one!

"You know doc, maybe it's a better idea to just let the fella go... This is gettin' to be a tad more than an experiment." The stocky little man walked alongside his team medic, slightly rubbing the back of his close-shaven head with a gloved hand.

"You've always been too soft on zhat thing. You helped me make him, I would zhink you vould want him back just as much as I do. Ve should be like gods to him, Dell. Ve created him."

"I understand that, sawbones, it's just... You ain't been a very kind god to him, an' I just don't think he'd want to come back, considering how much you hurt him. If you want to be treated like a god, you've gotta do more than just make someone. You've gotta make 'em respect you, and respect and fear... They just ain't the same."

"Ooh ja, because you know so much about vhat it's like to be a god. I don't care vhat zhe shtupid clone zhinks of me. I want it back here, vhere it belongs."

"Whatever you say... I just... I sorta miss the times before you got all obsessed with this crap... You haven't quite been the same since that whole demon fiasco. I miss what you used to be like. Mikhail misses ya too... You're just pushin' too far, doc." The medic grumbled, of course he had to bring up Misha.

"Maybe I'm not zhe same anymore! You need to get zhat through your head, und so does Misha. I vill see you in zhe morning, goodnight, Dell." With that, he left, retreating into his dormitory and shutting the door.

It was growing late into the morning, and Bait still hadn't woken up, drifting aimlessly through his dreamless sleep, until the void began to tremor and shake, worried voices fading into his mind as he was brought back to consciousness.

"Come on! Vake up! Ach, Scheiße- You need to vake up!" The clone could feel the doctor's hands on his shoulders, shaking him. "Scout! I need you to get me my medigun!"

It took him a few moments to process the shouting above him, his breathing slow and quiet as he woke up, feeling rather chilled as a small, groggy little sound escaped him. He didn't know what was happening, but he could hear the fear in the Medic's voice.

"Wh-what's going on?" His voice was small and raspy, quivering ever so slightly as he spoke, brows furrowing slightly as he turned his head towards the sound of the Medic's voice.

"Oh- oh mein Gott! Never do zhat again! I zhought ve lost you!" There was clear worry in the man's voice as he spoke, scooping the clone into a careful hug. "I gave you zhe wrong dosage last night, und vhen you didn't vake up... After everysing vhenever we found you... It vould have been my fault."

He continued to hold Bait close to his chest, the young man eventually returning the gesture and leaning into the man's warmth... After being unable to trust him, being enveloped in the doctor's arms felt surprisingly secure. Like nothing could hurt him...

The day went on mostly as usual after the scout had hauled the medigun into Bait's room to find that everything was actually alright, and he had been sent on the errand for nothing. The clone was able to try more new things, and spent a fair amount of time with the team's heavy, who was happy to remake the soup that Bait had first tried only a couple of days ago.

The medic was on his own mission, speaking with the Spy as he worked to get the organs on his list of necessary transplants for the young man the team had rescued. He and the Spy were the only ones who knew of Bait being a clone, despite being physically younger than the Spy himself. The Spy estimated that he was most likely in his twenties, around the same age as his son... He couldn't help but think that, in a way, the two were brothers. Both his sons.

The pair managed to get in contact with Pauling, and they hoped to receive the delivery of miscellaneous organs before their next mission, which was only a few days away... God only knows the damage the Blu team would sustain...

Part 8

@thatonesimp-e @realccre

Heavy, Medic, and Spy are all adopting Bait

[elfiaa]

12:00 A.M

[sleep is for the weak. How will the twisted boys spend their late nights with you?]

A/N: Established relationships, but can be platonic if you squint 🧍🏻 Just general sleep headcanons :) some are more crack than others though…sorry if you were expecting something more serious 😅 first part of a (maybe..?) series, so first years gotta be..well first! Another A/N at the end <3

A. Trappola

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗛𝗖

Ramshackle is a second home for him

And no, I don’t mean it in the sweet way

Man is over here at 11:00 PM knocking on the door bc he was hungry

Y’all can’t catch a break 😭

Whenever you do eventually let him in (instead of letting him succumb to the freezing air outside ☺️) he makes himself comfortable on your bed

He’s probably kicking his feet and getting all comfortable, half guessing you’d just hop in💀

Did he do this on purpose?

Yes

Is this his greatest achievement?

Absolutely

Is def a cuddler, but in the way that in the morning, your sheets are half on and the duvet is nearly off the bed🧍🏻

You guys carelessly skip through children’s channels and the TV to quench the boredom

But then a second later mans is snoring loud af

Grim does not appreciate his bed buddy being stolen

I’m sure he’s sleeping on the floor to prove a point, only bc Ace tried to convince him to sleep in the middle

Ace is not superior 🤨‼️is what grim is probably thinking as his half conscious body is clawing at the sheets

Maybe that’s why they were half on…

Other than the time ace is a breathing rock, he’s relatively chill when awake

If you provide him with some snacks by the bedside, he’ll make sure not to bother you too much

Maybe the occasional 3:AM thoughts

And when he’s ESPECIALLY groggy from staying up late

He’s an angel 😍

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𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗛𝗖

When sleepy, ace is a completely different person

Def against his own will too

He can’t help it! Even though he’s in a less mediocre bed than in his dorm, he finds your company very soothing

Please just ignore him acting more clingy and mushy

If you tease him in the morning he will ignore you

Until Riddle almost collars him, and he’s back asking for you as Housewarden of Ramshackle to pls give him a pass !!

His pajamas are probably hella atrocious.

Atrocious in the sense he probably never washes them unless he has a stain on it

Greasy af..

If you’re the motherly type or just naturally care for your friends by tucking them in, or humming a soft tune, he’ll tell you to cut it out! But not rlly stop you either..

Indulge him this once!! He promises that he won’t bother you for the rest of the week !

Well…that’s a bluff, but you’d let him get away with it too, wouldn’t you?

Anyways 6/10: he’s a pain to entertain, but you love him so the score had to be above 5 🙄

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D. Spade

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗛𝗖

Look, the only reason he’d ever be awake is because of ace 💀

Ever since his redemption arc of becoming a model student, he’s probably been going to bed at like 8:00 sharp. 9:00 if he’s cramping in some late work, but nothing more!

If he is awake and it’s late, it’s just another weekday of him being dragged to do late hw 😔

Like ace, he becomes very groggy. Usually when he was younger, he’d just walk off the drowsiness, but he’s a new person now!

He probably asks you to pinch him awake if you see his eyes start to droop.

Is probably shocked for a few seconds, but it helps keep him awake, and a bit motivated seeing you trying so hard to help him. (He promises your help will not go in vain !!!)

He wants to keep up with you!!

If in the case, he ISNT up because of work, he’s definitely being babied

He’s getting the midnight snacks. He’s getting the random bedtime stories, he’s getting cushioned in all the right pillows, and he even has the classic button up pjs to fit it!

He gave up his dignity a long time ago when he met you

This means he’s totally embracing the pampering 💀

Tuck him in, give his a goodnight smooch before he nocks out, and he’s all yours

But this doesn’t erase the fact that he’s still a little embarrassed

He adores you tho!! So he basically can’t deny you

He’s very grateful for the treatment and makes sure to stay awake as long as you do.

Probably treats you to lunch

His mama raised him well 😭💕

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𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗛𝗖

Like I said previously, if you pamper him, he’ll love you forever

His mother def approves

When are we scheduling the family reunion???

If YOURE the one who goes to bed before him…woo boy…

He almost cringes at himself for all the cheesy stuff he does

I said almost

Even though he’s turning as bright as a peach, he can’t really hold back his emotions when they’re on overdrive 😭

Hell nuzzle into you, comb your hair, and sometimes, if not mostly, he plays with your fingers

To him: embarrassing

To you: actions of a true jolly good best man

Has sleep ambiance music, and ONLY the ones with rain softly playing in the back

If you ever bought him a matching set of Jammie’s, he’s in love

Warm soothing drinks will get this boy to melt into your arms!!

He just wants to be held for a bit 😭 then he’ll get excited and want to hug you too

Goofy little Deucy TuT <3

10/10: I don’t make the rules around here. He’s the goodest man in this group (next to Jack ofc, we’ll get into that in a sec)

J. Howl

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗛𝗖

Is conflicted between keeping up his routine, and helping you

Then again, it’s you…

He’s running to ramshackle as we speak 🥰

If it’s homework your having trouble with, it’s no problem! He’ll grab some pillows and stay up as long as you need him to

If it’s the lack of sleep you’re struggling with.. I’m afraid he’s not very skilled in the matter

Will definitely do some research for you though. He’s dedicated to keeping you healthy and cared for despite your heavy workload.

Almost ends up being your pillow ( and Ik u know what pillows I’m talking abt🤭)

On the weekends, he’s less strict about his schedule. After he had gotten rid of his lone wolf attitude, he almost found it difficult to not stay up and goof with his buddies :)

You are no exception to this. He’s definitely more lax and is more likely to goof off with you as the evening gets later and later 😌

Will watch movies and shows from your world like Up, Over the Garden Wall, etc.

Definitely cries when carls wife dies. Firmly denies that ever happening to this day.

Is still a provider, so if you’re in need, he’ll help!

Getting cold? Gives you his biggest, warmest jacket (that you DEF didn’t steal from him :))

Getting bored? Let’s switch the channel. How about a bit of video games?

Feeling hungry? Is unboxing the brownie mix that was hidden behind the pounds of protein powder he keeps in ramshackle. Even then, he insists on doing the work for you. He wants you to be as comfortable as physically possible <3

As you chew on your freshly baked brownies, Jack is definitely contemplating how much space he has in his schedule to do this again

But when you lean into his collarbone and tell him he’s beautiful, he kind of just…reboots.

He’s definitely making more time for these sleepovers.

Nighty night Jack 😁

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𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗛𝗖

Don’t even get me started

I know he sleeps in only shorts cause it’s hot af in savanaclaw 😔

That being said, when he goes to ramshackle, he’s your own personal heater.

No need for a generator ☺️ you alr got one purring next to u (or snoozing? He’s not a cat…..but he sure acts like one when he’s tired)

Is against the idea of sleeping in his wolf form until you asked him.

The first time he did it, he was deep in the crush department with you, so how could he say no when you asked to nicely??He reluctantly transformed, and in came you, flooding into his soft fur. In jacks brain, he could keep his wolf form up until the next morning. No biggie !!

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.

.

That was a lie

The next morning you were cuddling into this man’s deliciously defined Hawaiian bread style 6 pack

(Can’t even control yourself when ur asleep prefect 🤨??)

Thought he committed a sin or something

He just got tired and couldn’t keep his magic up long enough to stay fluffy 💔

Pls reassure him that it’s not his fault, tell him u had a nice nap, he’ll get over his mortification soon enough.

And that’s how me and ur father met 😄!!

All jokes aside, he’s for sure very affectionate with you when drowsy

As a beastman, he has a lot of siblings, and with younger siblings comes the hugs, and the bedtime stories, and sweet kisses goodnight!

Well he’s gotten so used to doing it for his siblings, that he’s gotten into the habit of doing the same to you :)

He’s overall a very caring lover when it comes time to sleep

He’s holding you, whispering affirmations into your ear, rubbing that one sore spot on your back

How’d you hit the jack-pot ?? (Pun intended)

Don’t feel like you have to repay him for the back rubs and hugs though, to him you’ve repaid enough !

Every hug, kiss, and smile you send his way has his tail wagging so hard he starts flying.

Also denies that, but whether or not he admits it is no concern of yours.

Overall you guys are just over here chilling

8/10 : 2 points off because he probably smells like protein powder…

E. Felmier

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗛𝗖

He is a grown ass kid acting like he’s 13

YEA he’s still a man…now stfu and lets sing California Girls 😡

So yea

He ISSSS technically breaking Vils bedtime regimen, but he can’t really be punished if he’s over at ramshackle 😄

Was and probably is still an avid Avril Lavigne fan, so expect to have yet another night of rest griped from u as you wordlessly mumble the lyrics to Sk8er Boi with a hyper Epel and a hair comb microphone :)

He rlly wanted to be her skater boy..

Anyhow, makes you go through the battle that is his skin care routine (bc rook would snitch in the shadows if he didn’t 🤨)

And you (un) surprisingly…enjoyed it?

😟

…

You must be a strong soldier…

Epel salutes to you

Other then the impromptu concert in the middle of the night, he’s pretty chill when he’s staying up.

Grim is kind of regretting giving you his consent to date Epel-

He’s probably wearing the ugliest set of pjs you’ve ever seen

He brought dad joke T-Shirts into a silk and satin pj fight 🙄

You and vil are perplexed at how he snuck out without the fine ass jamies Vil bought him.

Ig being in the dorm with the hottest dorm leader will do something to you 😔 (sorry, I’m projecting )

Will try and bake for you to show how independent he is, and almost sets the house on fire for the second time this week

Will watch some analog horror to set the mood, and manz has lost his sense of sight, hearing, taste, touch & smell after the shit he just watched 😟

Believe me!! He wants to be strong for you

Meanwhile you’re coming through his hair, calmly reassuring our wheat eating southern peach that no one’s under your bed that isn’t already grim or the ghosts.

Going back to the pjs..

The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen

Probably had someone print his favorite meme onto a shirt he never washes 😭

Or on the off chance, he may or may not be wearing matching onesies w/ you out of his own free will

In that case, cherish the moment while it lasts, cause it won’t ever get this good again ☺️

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𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗛𝗖

Snores loud af

Is a blanket hogger, so if you’re planning to sleep together, you have a better chance at sleeping in a freezer than suffering the cold next to him ☺️

Is also a bed hogger, and not by choice 😔

He’s trying so hard, believe me. He loves cuddling (& is always big spoon, you have no say in the matter), but you are guaranteed to meet the floor in the morning

I swear he’s trying not to 😭

Other then that, he’s a real sweet hugger, and an even sweeter partner :)

He says he doesn’t like doing all that skin care or hair care stuff, but will proudly wash your hair and scrub your face because he likes seeing you well :)

Definitely likes to pamper you by doing the little things

Brings you home goods from his family farm as you guys just giggle abt silly things. Is telling the whole family tree of how the sleepover went :))

Sooner or later you’ll get a call (unbeknownst to Epel) inviting you to his family’s next gathering. That’s how you know they’re already planning the wedding 😭

You will both brush or braid each others hair. I don’t make the rules

He loves threading his hands through your hair. To him, it’s more intimate than a kiss could ever be (not saying they he doesn’t love them tho, pls don’t take his kiss privileges away)

Will, and ik it sounds crazy, jump on ur roof to look at the stars.

He knows that u both know it looks clique or a bit cringe, but the experience is sweet and something he’ll never forget

Remembers eating the baked goods he almost burnt with you, talking about whatever comes to mind. Is very fond of the memory :)

In the morning, he has you swear that everything that happened at ramshackle will not be heard by Vil or Rook

He’s just trying to survive y/n 😔

7/10: he’s better than ace, but he put you under a lot of pressure memorizing those Avril Lavigne lyrics

S. Zigvolt

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗛𝗖

He doesn’t sleep

Is too busy dusting his malleus painting :)

Feeling like he also has dragon or bolt pj’s?

If not any of the two, he wears a traditional night gown

I see we’re getting studious up in here 🤨‼️

I imagine sebek being extremely embarrassed when you proposed a sleepover

He thinks it’s marriage y’all, give him a sec.

Sees you do sleepovers with the others and gets sad ):(

Now he’s the one inviting you

Is super giddy but doesn’t want to seem to excited

(I thought we were dating, what’s with the reactions bae 😟)

At first he finds it inappropriate to even sleep in the same bed, but like I said, he gets lonely man </3

So a minute later he’s staring at your rolled up side hoping you get the memo T_T

Ofc you do, and he can get the attention he deserves 💪☺️(yes white boy, yess!!)

Being half fae half human, he understands the idea of a sleepover, but not much of what to do in one, so you’re gonna have to lead this one y/n :/

While he’s bound by his own set of rules and limitations, he’s surprisingly open to trying out new things with you !

So here comes you, introducing him to the classic sob story movies from your world, making rainbow loom bracelets to pass the time while your homemade pizza is cooking

When you get over the whole Malleus fixation, he’s actually very domestic :)

Takes care of his room to make you as comfortable as possible.

Also a pamperer, but in the more reserved embarrassed way

Will cry while watching the Notebook

*Blows aesthetically into a lace handkerchief*

Rages at the Titanic

(S: There was room for both of them on that raft?!

y/n: yes- but that’s just how the story goes seb-

S:??!?!.@$! )

Has never touched a spatula in his life

All the cooking and baking is helped out tremendously by you

Enjoys it quite a bit! (Don’t let Lils find out, he’ll get depressed 😔)

Is tuckered out after all of the fun though

After dark, he turns into mush in your hands. Practically a cat from how he rubs his head and thumb over you

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𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗛𝗖

Is a stiff hugger in bed

He’s not the best in affection, but you best believe he’s trying his best 😭

Tbh, his cuddles are more protective than comfortable

I’m sure he’s caging you between the mattress to make sure you don’t get stolen or something 💔

He has good intentions tho, I swear ToT!!

Literally scrambles out of the bed when you twirl your fingers through his hair

Thought you were trying to mess with him, but the situation quickly comes to one of learning when you reveal your true intentions of the endearing act

Tries it for himself. Is infatuated with it.

He’s playing with your hair in the shower, when you study, when you need to fall asleep faster. He’s gotten addicted to the affection. That being said, he becomes shy, and a bit defiant once you start doing it. He’s too prideful to let you see this soft side of him (were you not cuddling to my side in the last paragraph seb 😔??)

You just have to rub a certain spot on his head to earn a blush. I’m telling you, cat behavior !!

He’ll sleep calmly, and ever so softly whispers a thank you into your ear.

We all know he’s a man of huge stature, so he’s practically cradling you into his chest

As he’s sleeping, you can make out some words from his sleep talking, as well as the soft and warm breaths he takes near the nape of your neck

Rub his back. He’s fast asleep.

Is rolling with joy at the affection he is receiving.

Will he tell you that? No, but at this point in time you fully understand what he’s feeling, so hess. not going to try to

The aftermath has you waking up on top of the green eyed boy (nice Sebek!), but your awoken by that Briar Valley Anthem (boy what)

Thank god it’s the weekend! He’s definitely not letting go of his grasp on you

As we speak, he’s glaring at his phone, alarm still blaring through the room.

(Soft seb supremacy whaaaat😭‼️‼️)

Anyways 9/10: point taken off because he has the Briar Vally anthem as his morning alarm 😭

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A/N: Aaaah. As I’m posting this, it is 10:20, so don’t cancel me 😔

I’m hoping to make more of these, but seeing how long they took me to write, I’m not too sure if it’ll be consistent😅

And before some of you come after me, I’m sorry to all you Ace and Deuce fans out there,

ik I made theirs extremely short and brainrotted on the rest. Forgive me!!

If there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, or just things you think I should add, feel free to tell me :)

Have a wonderful day readers <3

[alisonwritesimagines]

Goodnight n Go ~Steven Grant Imagine~

Summary: You have a crush on Steven and can't help but imagine what it would be like to date him.

Author’s Note: I've had this in my drafts for a while and I had been meaning to post this but never had time.

Song: Goodnight n Go by Ariana Grande

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: none

Please do not post this anywhere!!!

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not a main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Tell me why you gotta look at me that way You know what it does to me So baby, what you tryna say? Lately, all I want is you on top of me You know where your hands should be So baby, won't you come show me?

You didn't know what attracted you to the sleep-deprived man but whatever it was, it worked. You were helplessly in love with Steven Grant of the gift shop.

You worked as one of the tour guides in the museum but before then, you used to work in the gift shop with Steven. That's how you met and eventually fell for him.

"So, Steven, where do you want to go to lunch?" You asked as you leaned over the counter. Your afternoon tour had just ended which meant that you were allowed to go to lunch. Normally, yours and Steven's lunch schedules were aligned which let you two hang out more than hanging out outside of your apartment.

"I hear there's this good vegan place not too far from here. They just opened up," Steven suggested.

"Okay. I can become a vegan for a day with you," you joked.

"Great. Shall we get going?" Steven asked you.

"We shall," you smiled at him.

I got you, I got you dreamin' You close your eyes and you're screamin' Play with your mind for no reason I know you love how I tease it You know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken You already know what I'm thinkin', boy

You smiled at Steven while he told you what he read last night about Egyptian mythology.

"You're such a nerd. You know that?" You asked him.

"Oh. Sorry."

"No. I like it. You know I like it when you tell me more about Egyptian mythology," you smiled at him.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Sometimes your mind wandered to what it would have been like to just sleep with him. Is he good in bed? Is he inexperienced? It didn't matter. You were human. It was normal to have these thoughts about the man you had been crushing on for a while.

Oh, why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well

You passed by the gift shop but stopped when you saw Steven. You smiled before walking over to him. His back was turned, facing you as he stocked up the stuff toys of the Egyptian goddess Taweret.

"Hey, Steven," you greeted.

Steven jumped in surprise as he turned around to look at you. You giggled at his little jump. He held a hippo in his arm as he looked over at you.

"Hi, Y/n."

"Sorry for startling you. I just saw you in here and wanted to say hi," you said.

"It's alright. No harm done here," Steven smiled.

One of these days You'll miss your train and come stay with me (It's always say goodnight and go) We'll have drinks and talk about things And any excuse to stay awake with you And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there But then the heating may be down again (At my convenience) We'd be good, we'd be great together

"It's getting late again," Steven said as he looked at his phone.

"Do you really need to go?" You asked him.

You had invited Steven to a movie night since you both had gotten out of work a little earlier. The two of you were getting closer making you happier and falling more in love with him.

Yet you still couldn't help but think about what it would be like to finally be with Steven. He was everything you could ever ask for. He was nice, gentle, and perfect for you.

"Yeah. Don't want to be a bother and I got to make sure I feed my goldfish," Steven said with a shy smile.

"You could always spend the night here. I wouldn't mind you know," you tell him, trying to get confident around him now.

"I'm not sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," Steven said.

"You're always so sweet, Steven. But you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. Unless, I make you uncomfortable," you tell him with a small frown in the end.

"What? No! You're always so nice to me and I really... appreciate that," Steven tells you. You smile softly at him before standing up.

"I'm just saying, you always welcome here," you tell him as you kissed his cheek. Steven blushed hard as he looked at you.

"Oh shoot. I miss my train."

"Oh no. Really? I'm sorry. I can call you a cab or something," you offered.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay for a night," Steven said as he scratched the back of his head a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I can pour us a drink," you tell him.

"Yeah. I'd like that," Steven smiled.

"Um... Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts to look at Steven.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I'll see you later?" Steven asked.

"Oh yeah. Bye, Steven," you said.

Why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well

Steven couldn't help but admit that he had fallen in love with you. You were so kind to him unlike others who thought he was a clumsy idiot. Every time you walked into a room, he felt like it became brighter with you. He loved it how he could make you laugh and vise versa.

"So, Y/n. Would you like to go on a walk around the park with me?" Steven asked you.

"Yeah. Sure. I'd love that," you smile.

As the two of you walk around the park, you both decided to grab some coffee before sitting down on a bench.

"Steven, is it okay if I tell you something?" You asked.

"Yeah. Of course."

"I like you. I really like you. I understand if you don't feel the same way but-"

He didn't know what came through to him. Steven quickly leaned in to kiss you to stop your sentence.

"I like you too. I'm sorry if I rushed into that. I should've asked first and-"

It was your turn to kiss him. When you pulled away, you both were blushing hard. You smiled softly at him before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"We can take it slow if you'd like," you tell him.

"I'd like that."

"Just promise me we can go on a date this weekend okay?"

"I promise," Steven smiled as he held your hand.

[darlingpassion]

Okay I need to go to sleep because i close at work tomorrow and I already stayed up too late cuz I had a need the clean the whole house, but I had to ask this!!

I need to know- how would Terry respond if any one of the Toon Patrol tried to Come Onto Him? XD 😏 Would he say yes to any of them? Would he get the hell outta there? I must know XD

Right, now that I've thrown a spanner into the works, goodnight! XD 💤💤💤

Ohhhhh my god I did not expect this kinda ask today. I love it XD

My poor Terry. First Rena, now these assholes. Will he ever catch a break? (Probably not)

Alright! Let's go through weasel by weasel.

Smartass

Short answer: "I thought he was a kid??"

Long answer: No, Terry doesn't think he's a literal kid XD but he did think Smartass looked pretty young to be in a bar setting (it's the height and the hat shielding the face. Shhh don't tell Smarty-). The angry weasel ain't his type, so Terry would brush him off after getting over the realization that this man is in his mid 30's.

Also, this is absolutely Terry reacting to Smartass in the bar if he was mean like Shiny XD

Greasy

Short answer: "... Shiny, come get your man before he makes'a fool 'a himself!"

Long answer: Hmmm... It's iffy with Terry. Like, he can see why Shiny thinks he's handsome physically, he can appreciate what Greasy offers in looks. But unfortunately, the green bastard ain't got game XD and Terry can see that, and is not up for Greasy's loony pervert shenanigans 😅 so yeah, Shiny can keep him. Greasy'll be house trained under her better than with him 😅

Wheezy

Short answer: *side eyes Wheezy* "..." *grins in 'I'm game if you are'*

Long answer: Wheezy is where it's at with Terry. For starters, he and the weasel are part of the same old, kinda gross group. Wheezy is far worse than Terry with smoking, but they're both still tired old men who are buddies. And it also helps that they both speak practically the same lamguage; no words needed, only vibes. They're both slow, a little lazy, and Terry knows that Wheezy won't expect their fucking around to go anywhere past a friend's with benefits sort of thing... Also it doesn't hurt that Wheezy is pretty good looking whether or not he showered that day-

Psycho

Short answer: "Wheezy for fucks sake, get your fuckin' dog outta here!"

Long answer: I can't imagine Psycho flirting with Terry, but for comedy's and arguments sake, let's say he wants that old man rat XD and Psycho when he flirts... Doesn't look like flirting 😅 Terry can tell what his intentions are, he's been around long enough to recognize how someone is trying to flirt even if they don't have the best game But he absolutely is not going to bring that rabid animal in bed. He prefers his crotch unscarred, thank you very much XD that rabbit girl can take this one. She seems to have a knack for the crazy men.

Stupid

Short answer: "... Shit, ok. I can see it-"

Long answer: Look, it's a giant, fat, goofy and cuddly weasel!!! Who can resist that???? Granted, Stu's company isn't as relaxing as Wheezy's is (Terry's gotta verbally engage with the dummy. Answer so many questions. Terry is paitent, but not a talker XD), but if Stupid showed interest, Terry would definitely consider it. And if Stu is shaking up those fruity drinks you said he makes, well shit how can any sensible man resist that?

Tldr; Terry would be down to fuck Wheezy and Stupid, maybe Greasy... Smartass ain't his type, and Psycho is too much for him XDD

Thanks for sending this ask in! Ohhh I gotta send you a similar ask now, hang on-

[set-in-stardust]

ANOTHER SHORT FOR @shepscapades DBHC AU!! (go read her comics first and then this!) this is entirely self indulgent and could happen chronologically after the last one i posted btw!

also all of these r on ao3 btw!

[fic below read more so i dont clog feed :)]

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The whole concept of kissing was new for Etho, but he quickly learned that Bdubs enjoyed it. 

And he meant, really enjoyed it. 

Every chance he got, Bdubs was up on his toes, pressing a kiss to Etho’s cheek, hand, forehead, lips. He had always been touchy, but ever since he learned the places where Etho could feel his touches, it’d gotten ten times worse. 

Well, not really worse. Etho liked it; he liked it a lot more than he cared to admit. 

Sure, androids could make connections and share messages through small touches, but this was something completely different. It was almost like learning another language, even though Etho already knew over six-thousand of them. 

Etho learned that kissing meant a lot more than just, "I love you." When he carried Bdubs' shulkers for him, the kiss on his cheek meant, "Thank you." When he tucked Bdubs into bed for the night, the kiss on his lips meant, "Goodnight. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." When he figured out what was wrong with the machine Bdubs had spent days on in just a few seconds, the kisses peppered all over his face meant, "I'd never say this out loud, but I'm so grateful for you." 

He took some time to learn all of these kisses, their meanings, their situations, and how he could do the same for Bdubs. But there was still one kiss he couldn't figure out. 

"Bdubs?" 

"Mm?" Bdubs hummed, looking up at Etho from his place on his shoulder. 

"You're falling asleep," Etho chuckled, adjusting his hold as he walked. 

"You're carrying me, why‘s it matter?" he mumbled. 

Etho sighed, then laughed lowly, “No, I guess not.” 

Bdubs laid his head back down and wrapped his arms tighter around Etho’s shoulders, his face buried in the fluff of his coat the whole way back to the base. Etho carefully opened the door and nudged it shut behind him with his foot, using his free hand to turn on the gas lantern in the foyer. 

He kicked off his shoes, then set a presumably sleepy Bdubs down on the chair at the entrance so he could do the same for him. He crouched down, glancing up to see the other yawning. He smiled and began to untie his shoes for him. 

“You shouldn’t work so late, you know. You have a very specific sleep schedule,” he teased, humming softly. Bdubs closed his mouth and waved a slow hand, giving his head a slight shake. 

“I’m as bright as a daisy right now. Who needs sleep? I don’t need-” He yawned again. “-sleep!” 

Etho slipped off his shoe, going to untie the other. 

“Yeah, right,” he chuckled. “And I’m human.” 

Bdubs scoffed. 

“Come on, man! You gotta give me some leeway here, please?” He gave Etho his patented “you-have-to feel-sorry-for-me” puppy-dog eyes. Etho just turned away, knowing he’d fold if he met that look for too long. He slid off the second shoe. 

“You’re going to bed, and that’s final.” 

Bdubs groaned. 

“Ethooooo,” he pleaded. 

“Bdubssss,” Etho mocked. He sat back on his heels, setting the shoes aside. “I don’t see why you wanna stay up, anyway. You’re the one who’s always in bed first.” He watched the other seem to think for a moment, subtly zoning out for a second before he snapped out of it and spoke again. 

“Ugh! Fine. I’ll tell you.” He sat up in his chair, feet brushing Etho’s knees instead of the floor. He lowered his voice, “I’m just a little upset because I didn’t get to see you all day. You were so busy helping everyone else with their stuff, that I finished all of mine before you even got to me!” He huffed and turned his nose up. “It’s not fair.”

Etho blinked, then got up from his place on the floor. He brushed himself off, then put his hands on either arm of Bdubs’ chair. He leaned over him, eyeing the way he shrunk back into the seat before he spoke. 

“So you’re jealous?” he smirked. 

Bdubs’ eyes widened, and he definitely wasn’t sleepy anymore. He quickly looked away. 

“No- No! I don’t get- I’m-” He cleared his throat. “I’m not jealous.”

Etho leaned in closer. Even in the low light, he could see the flush of Bdubs’ cheeks. 

“I think you are,” he spoke lowly, voice just below a hum. He knew his own face was flushed too, but his mask covered the color in his cheeks. He reached up, watching Bdubs eyes follow his movements, and pulled it down. “Am I right?” 

Bdubs swallowed. Etho heard the chair creak as he squirmed. 

“No,” he managed, voice barely a squeak. 

Etho heard him, but he still asked, “Hm? What was that?” 

Bdubs’ eyes flickered over his face – the smirk on his lips, the challenging look in his eyes – for just a second before they stopped again. He reached up and took a fistful of Etho’s shirt in his hand, pulling him forward just enough for their foreheads to touch. 

“If you’re tryin’ to get me to kiss you,” he mumbled, “you should just do it already.” 

Etho chuckled, the sound low and sweet in the nighttime air. 

“Whoops,” he said simply before closing the distance between their lips. He felt Bdubs’ hand come up to cup his cheek, the touch skittering through his circuits and straight to his head. He moved a hand to cup Bdubs’ cheek, tilting his head up just enough to kiss him better. He knew what the other liked; he had it down to an exact science, a rhythm, at this point. He let himself fall into habit, fingers pressing at familiar points as Bdubs’ touch lit sparks across his skin.

Then came the part he still couldn’t figure out. 

Bdubs parted his lips just a bit more, and Etho took that as a sign he wanted to stop. He began to pull away, but Bdubs held his face and kept him close. He didn't complain, enjoying the pressure at the cracks on his cheek and how happy Bdubs seemed

Then, Bdubs bit him.

He didn't even notice until he felt his tongue brush Bdubs' teeth, his programs already automatically analyzing his saliva. He ignored their findings, because his lip exploded into sensations he could only describe as mind-blowing as Bdubs applied pressure. He shivered, then attempted to pull away only to drag his lip between Bdubs’ teeth, hard. 

For just a moment, Etho swore he was really alive. 

He gasped loud and pulled away, hand flying to his mouth. His whole body felt hot, like he’d fry his circuits at any second, and a warning or two flashed in the corner of his vision. He ignored it, squeezing his eyes shut tight. 

That was weird. Really weird. But he wanted it to happen again and again until his processors fizzled out and all he could focus on was how good that felt and how close to being really and truly human he felt-

“Etho? You okay?” 

He opened his eyes. 

Bdubs stared up at him, concern knitted in his brows, and reached up to brush his hair back. Etho slowly lowered his hand, then cleared his throat. 

“I-” He paused, standing up a bit straighter as he attempted to regain his composure. “Yeah. All good. Mhm. Yup.” 

Bdubs cracked a smile, and his hand trailed down to graze the cracks on his cheek. 

“You look like a smurf.” 

Etho snorted, “What?!” He looked away and covered his face with his hands, noting how hot his skin was. Bdubs just laughed again. 

���It’s true! I’ve never seen you so- so, vibrant before!” He nudged Etho’s hand out of the way, subtly pulling his face closer again, then pressed a finger to the crack beside his lip. “Did you really like that that much?” he teased, snickering. Etho rolled his eyes, feeling his ears heat up as well. 

“Oh my god, shut up right now-” 

“Hah! You didn’t deny it!” 

Etho breathed a laugh and took Bdubs’ chin in his hand, pulling him up so their lips just barely brushed. Etho felt his grin. 

“At least you’re a cute smurf.” 

Etho pushed him away, then turned and began to head to the stairs. 

“That’s it! Tuck yourself in!” 

“What?! No-! Come on, that’s unfair!” He heard Bdubs scramble up from his seat, his hurried footsteps pounding against the wooden floor behind him. 

“You can read yourself your own bedtime story while you’re at it, too!”

[esoteriamaya]

Nightmare On Wimbleton Street.

Marianna was a young girl who had a problem with going to sleep at night. She would wake up from the hours of 2 to 5 am and would stay up because trying to go to sleep 'felt weird'.

At one point, she couldn't handle the weird paralyzing feeling so she would go to her oldest sisters room where she'd snuggle with them, only for it to be a problem soon come.

During these hours, her imagination would go awry.

'There's something in my room!' She'd yell. Waking up her mom and her two other siblings, Julien, the oldest and Claire, the youngest of the bunch.

Her sister who is 5 years younger still sleeps with the mother, but still knows how to crack a joke or two.

'Mari, mari! Did you pee yourself?' Giggles her sister, Claire.

'Shut up!' Marianna throws her pillow at them.

Claire and Julien laugh.

'Whats the matter? The boogie man trying to get you?'

'Shut up!' Mari, throws another pillow at them. Gets up and starts chasing them around the room. In which they laugh.

'Girls!' The mom yells. 'Its too early in the morning to still be up like this.' She says begrudgingly. The mom has bags under her eyes.

'I have work in the morning!' 'Marianna, if you can't sleep. Just put your lamp on. I can't with this, again.' She slowly walks out the room, but not without an attitude.

'So what, you wanna sleep in my room?' Says Julien with a smirk.

'No. I don't know what I want to do.' Marianna looks down, slightly embarassed. 'I'm tired of that weird feeling I get before I go I lay to rest.'

Claire jumps on the bed , giggling. Somehow she's full of energy even in the late night.

'You gotta grow up, Mari.' Says Julien. The 16 year old snarls.

''Shut up!" Mari yells. 'Do you think I want to feel like this?'

Claire still jumping on the bed.

'Mari's scared of the bed time man! Mari's scared.' She playfully jumps on Marianna and tries to tickle her, Mari pushes her away.'

'Get off of me!'

'See, your YOUNGER sister even thinks you're scary! Grow up!'

Claire, the 6 year old jumps up and hugs her sister again.

'I'll sleep with you Mari! Mommy won't let me in her room.'

Julien shakes her head, smirks, and walks out of the room.

'Goodnight, weirdos.'

'Goodnight, weirdos'. Marianna makes weird faces, mimicking her sister. 'Ugh, she's so lame.'

Claire looks at her sister as she's getting into the covers.

'Claire!' Marianna looks agitated.

'Please sister, please.' She gives her the cry baby face.

'Ok. Fine. Fine.' Marianna lets out a deep sigh. They both lay down, Claire already on her way to sleep.

Marianna lays down and can't stop thinking to herself.

'Im eleven years old, I shouldn't be afraid to go to sleep. Why can't I go to sleep?'

She looks at the clock. It's 3:01 am.

She looks at the top of her ceiling, watching the fan constantly go around, and around, and around.

She looks at the clock, its 3:15 am. Still can't sleep.

Again, she continues to look at the ceiling.

It's now 3:23.

She starts to go crazy, and then she looks at the ceiling. and starts spiraling. At this moment she let's go and tries to close her eyes.

She closes her eyes for what seems like for 20 minutes. But something makes her feel 'frozen' as if she can't move and so she wakes up.

On the clock, its 3:45.

She gets up, she notices her sister is not in the bedroom with her.

'What?' She makes a confused look. She didn't here Claire get out of the bed. Where could she had gone?

She heres some weird music from outside of the hallway. Theirs a pink/lavenderish light coming from outside of the door. She creeps closer to door. The music is a little hazy, she can hear singing, but doesn't know what is being said.

She holds on to the door knob, but then she hears something. A yelp, and a laugh. Someone is yelling? But theirs a faint laughter in the midst.

She looks at the clock. Its 3:45. The clock never moved.

Marianna looks back to the door, slowly opens the door and is bestowed with the airy feeling that overcomes her.

Pt. 2 coming <3

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Late Night: Murph Connors x gn!reader

Warnings: age gap, little angsty not too much

A/N: Came up with this 15 minutes ago so now it’s written and yeah. I needed something where the reader doesn’t outright react negatively but their s/o still feels bad

BvH Character Masterlist

Little taggies: @visceravalentines @bosinclairz @blurrymango

It’s around 4 in the morning when Murph is making his way up to your shared apartment.

It had been a long tedious day to say the least and he really wanted to get home a lot sooner than later. Unfortunately the guys remembered it was in fact his birthday and shot after shot after shot came as the night went on and when he finally thought he had an out and texted you he’d be back, another round of shots came and he got distracted.

Murph felt like shit and all he wanted was to spend his birthday with you and he didn’t even get to do that.

Murph punches in the code to the apartment and the lock clicks, he enters and takes off his cap, then toes off his shoes. When he finally makes sense of his surroundings he notices the TV is on and so is the living room light.

He sighs and smiles at how forgetful you are but the thought is forgotten when he sees your sleeping form on the couch.

His heart almost breaks seeing you on the couch. You were probably waiting for him.

Murph sits on the edge and nudges you awake.

“Baby… hey.. baby…” Murph says gently. Your body stirs and you squint looking around then spotting your boyfriend smiling almost sadly at you.

“Hi Murphy.” Your voice sounds groggy, you rub your eyes and sit up. “Did you have fun?” You smile tiredly and rub your eyes again to fully focus on your boyfriend.

“Yea.” Murph replies, it’s simple and short. Your grin widens.

“That’s good. I made you a cake and we gotta open your presents okay?” You start to get up, Murph tries to grab you.

“Baby, we don’t have to it’s late. I just wanted to say goodnight and make sure you got to bed.”

You shake your head and leave the room for a second, returning with a couple of presents, then you walk over to the kitchen and grab the cake from the fridge, get a candle and your lighter and walk back over, setting the cake on the table and plopping the candle right in the middle.

“Can’t sing happy birthday cause it’s past it but it’s okay you’ll still be able to make your wish.” You say, lighting the candle.

Murph chuckles lightly at the silly superstition you had. He bends down and thinks, then blows out the candle.

The presents are slid over to him, he takes the bag and pulls out the tissue paper, then a flannel and crew neck.

“Thank you.” Murph gives you a side hug and continues pulling out his gifts, a pair of pants and jeans are pulled out along with some socks. That was it for the bag, then he opens the envelope, inside is 49 dollars and a cheesy joke card about getting old.

Lastly he opens the gift you wrapped, it’s small but holds a lot of meaning.

It’s a necklace with your birthstone and a ring with his. Murph’s heart picks up pace and he looks at you, you’re smiling sadly at him though and playing with your pajama shorts.

“It’s not stupid is it? The guys won’t make fun of you at work right? Cause I know you spend a lot of time with them and so they’ll notice eventually and I don’t want you getting made fun of.” You say nervously, Murph shakes his head.

“Stupid? I don’t think so. I think it’s cute, who cares what those fuckers think they’re all divorced and shit.” Murph scoffs and nudges you a bit making your smile become real. The Sandy haired man slides on the ring and hands you the necklace so you can put it on him.

When the necklace is clipped on Murph turns around and look at you, he takes your face and kisses you gently, it’s an apology before he actually apologizes.

“I’m sorry about today. I wanted to spend most of my day with you but you know how they get. I don’t want you thinking I care more about them than you. Tomorrow I’m gonna take the whole day off okay?”

“You really don’t have to, I think this was enough-“

“No, it wasn’t. I’ll say when it’s enough baby. Tomorrow we’re gonna go out for a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner and get free desserts! There’s no other option.” Murph stands you two up, he grabs the cake and puts it back in the fridge, before making his way to the bedroom he shuts off the TV and light.

Stripping off everything but his boxers Murph groans as he finally gets to lay down with his love. His big hands grab you and pull you onto him. You laugh tiredly then start tracing patterns into his chest.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting. That shit isn’t gonna happen again. I promise.” Murph’s voice turns tired and raspy. You nod.

“I love you Murphy.”

“I love you more baby.”

“Happy belated birthday.”