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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

You're Special to Me

Can you write a fic where Remus keeps on comparing himself to roman (negatively) and the other sides also doing it, albeit unknowingly. It’s alright if you can’t, no pressure! – anon

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Warnings: self-esteem issues, self-doubt, remus has some abandonment issues

Pairings: platonic creativitwins

Word Count: 3761

The others have a nasty habit of comparing Roman and Remus. It starts to get grating after a while. Good thing Roman's always thought his brother was the best.

1.

“Remus?”

Remus pokes his head out from under the whale carcass, adjusting the brim of his rain jacket to see Logan wading dubiously through the trail of viscera from here to the door. “Oh, hey, Pocket Protector, whattya need?”

“We had a brainstorm scheduled to start five minutes ago.”

“Oh, yeah, I was wondering when you were gonna show up.”

“Yes, so if you wouldn’t mind—wait, ‘show up?’”

He tosses a chunk into the piranha tank and the water froths up. “Yeah. You asked to have a brainstorm with me, so I was waiting for you.”

“Ah, I see. Typically brainstorms are held in the study or the living room.”

“Yeah, Ro’s are.”

Logan blinks. “Hm?”

“ Roman’s brainstorms with you are in the living room or the study or whatever. That’s ‘cause he can do the whole write-stuff-down-talk-it-out thing. I gotta be doing something.”

Logan dodges a spray of…something Remus isn’t going to name but rhymes with a really frizzy hairstyle, clutching his notebook to his chest. “Would you opposed to having a brainstorm in one of those locations if you bring something to do?”

“Peachy keen, Lolo, but there’re rules about me bringing my projects to places.”

“That is true,” he mutters under his breath, “is—so I take it you would prefer to have the brainstorm here as you…work?”

“Yep.” When Logan doesn’t say anything for a moment, Remus lowers his bone saw and glances over at him. “Is…is that okay?”

“Well, I’m going to have to change my state of dress, and take audio recordings that I’ll have to transcribe later, but yes, I believe that is acceptable. You’ll have to give me a moment to change.”

“Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

Logan nods and weaves his way carefully around the mounds of blubber starting to grow around Remus’s work station. Remus watches him go, a chunk falling slowly off of his shoulder, before he looks back at the carcass. He still has a few hours of work to properly strip it to where it’s usable, and this kind of work is nice for brainstorming ‘cause it’s mostly rote at this point, but there’s a sudden greyness to everything. Like if he raised his tools and tried to keep going the whale might turn to paper in front of him.

He sits there amidst his carnage, the faint sound of the piranhas nibbling away in the sloshing water behind him. He looks down at his hands, at the calluses and old scars. The bone saw lies limply across his knee.

Logan didn’t seem angry that he’d misunderstood what he wanted, but he did seem disappointed. Like he really wanted Remus to not be doing this and come to the study to do the brainstorm. Like Roman. But Roman’s process wasn’t Remus’s process and Logan had asked specifically to brainstorm with Remus.

The familiar sound of rain boots squishing through viscera brings him back, glancing over to see Logan wading through toward him with a recorder in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

“Whoa, cool jacket.”

“Thank you, I had Virgil help me design it after the one you made for him.” Logan brandishes the recorder and eyes the whale corpse. “Well, shall we get to it?”

“I’ve already got a few ideas.”

2.

Remus bounces up and down on the balls of his feet, barely resisting the urge to flap his hands. This is it! He’s finally been allowed to join in on the communal baking day where everyone gets to make their own dessert for movie night. He stayed up late last night thinking of all the delicious things they could make and finally, finally got his list down to just five options. He’s really leaning toward the strawberry fruit tart but the lemon squares look so good but the pumpkin spice cookies would be so much fun to decorate—

Something shoves him gently into the wall and he grins as Roman ruffles his hair a little too hard.

“Roro!”

“Hey, Re, you look excited.” Roman chuckles as Remus chews excitedly on his costume collar. “You ready?”

“I’ve been waiting all day for this!”

“Roman? Is Remus there?”

“He’s all yours, Padre.” Roman winks and ruffles his hair again. “Go get ‘em.”

Remus bounds into the kitchen, startling Patton a little as he sets something on the counter. He reaches into his pocket for the piece of paper—he even wrote it on paper this time to make it easier—and opens his mouth to explain his options, when—

“Good, I wondered where you were. Could you go ahead and measure the white sugar out for me?”

Remus pauses. Patton looks at him expectantly, holding out the cup. He takes it slowly, glancing at the containers and bowls already amassed on the counter. “Uh—what?”

“The white sugar. Granulated sugar, if you’d prefer. It’s in this one over here—“ he indicates a white paper bag— “and it just goes in that bowl there.”

A bit of grey flickers across his vision. “But we haven’t chosen what we’re making yet.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t tell you. We’re just gonna be making chocolate chip cookies.”

He frowns. “Ro said we get to choose what we make.”

Patton’s smile twitches a bit. “Oh, I just figured it would be—since we always have chocolate chip and it’s your first time—the others have already made their choices, they did it yesterday—“

Patton keeps talking as the list in his hand slowly greys out. They did it…yesterday? And didn’t tell Remus? But Ro said that he could pick…

“…so I figured this would be the easiest.” Patton’s still talking. “But if you really, really want to make something else, then—“

“No,” he grits out, shoving the list in his pocket and going over to the sugar, “I love chocolate chip cookies.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad, I love them too! Yeah, so that just goes in there.”

As they bake, or as Patton tells Remus what to do and watches him carefully as he does it, he can’t help thinking that this isn’t at all what Roman said it was like and how he doesn’t…really want to do it ever again. But at least he can eat as much of the cookie dough as he wants while Patton isn’t looking.

3.

“…hey, Snakey?”

Janus looks up from his book with the patented what-did-you-do-how-much-of-your-mess-am-I-going-to-have-to-clean-up expression and Remus squirms under it. He raises an eyebrow.

“Would you teach me how to dance?”

The expression morphs into one of surprise in an instant. He sets down his book. “Certainly, I can teach you. What for?”

”There’s a, uh, thing in the Imagination next month that me and Ro are putting on and we, uh, part of it’s a ball thing.”

“Mm. Will the rest of us be invited?”

“…I think so? I dunno, I need to talk to Ro. We, uh, no one else knows about it yet.”

“Ooh, a secret, I do love those.”

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

Janus chuckles, getting to his feet and holding out a hand. Remus takes it and blinks as Janus takes them to a room in the Imagination he’s never seen before. Which in and of itself isn’t all that weird, because there are plenty of things that Ro makes that he never sees, but this one feels…familiar, almost. Like he’s seen it in a dream or something and only just now actually being able to picture it clearly.

At the very back of the theater, hidden in the shadows, some of the red seats look a little faded.

“Alright,” Janus says, “we’re going to learn a very simple waltz.”

“Okay. What do I do?”

“Well, you’re part of Thomas, and Thomas knows how to do a box step, which means most of it is already in there somewhere.” Janus taps the side of his head. “So, put your arms around me—no, no! Remus, put me down.”

“You said put my arms around you.”

“Not like that, like this.” Janus takes one of his hands and puts it on his waist, holding the other one out to the side. “Don’t—we’re not about to charge someone, Remus, relax.”

He goes all noodley and Janus sighs, making him stand back up with his arms not held out like he’s brandishing a weapon. Once they’re standing in a way that he approves of, he starts explaining how the steps work.

“Can you show me your box step?”

“While I’m holding you?”

“Good point.” Janus takes three very large steps backward and folds his arms. “Go ahead.”

Remus does his box step. Janus looks at him with his head tilted and sighs again. Every time he sighs a few more seats get a little greyer.

“I suppose it could be worse. Now, here’s what I’d like you to do: hold onto me, yes, like that, and do your box step. I am going to do an opposite box step and we are going to just try that, okay?”

Remus nods, looking down to make sure he doesn’t step on Janus, and starts his box. Janus moves back but he’s moving in a way that makes Remus have to let go.

“Hold onto me.”

“But you moved.”

“We’re dancing, Remus, we’re going to move.”

“But you—okay.”

Despite Janus’s patience—and fond exasperation that sometimes isn’t quite as fond—Remus can’t help but get hot behind the ears at how his body just doesn’t seem to want to do any of this. But every time they turn to face the back of the curtain, he sees memories of Roman dancing effortlessly in the big palace ballroom and he grits his teeth.

The curtains have gone grey by the time Janus calls an end to the misery of a lesson.

4.

“C’mon, Emo, you can do it…” Virgil’s next inhale is almost a whine. “Shh, shh, it’s…it’s okay, just…just try and breathe.”

“It’s not working.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re panicking—“

“I know I’m panicking! Knowing I’m panicking doesn’t help!”

Remus winces as Virgil almost shoves him away, He goes, because when someone’s having a panic attack and they let you know you’re making it worse, then you leave. But he can’t pull away too much because Virgil is hurting himself and that’s why he got summoned in the first place.

“Little spider,” he tries again, and Virgil lets him shift a little closer, “I’m…I don’t know what to do.”

Not the thing to say when someone’s having a panic attack. Virgil sobs again, curling up even tighter, beginning to make small hitching noises whenever he can draw breath.

“Remus? Virgil? What’s—oh. Oh, no.”

”Ro?”

Roman hurries toward them, falling to his knees next to the shaking pile of Virgil, immediately pressing a kiss to his head and going to wrap his arms around him.

“Wait, he doesn’t want to be…” Remus trails off as Virgil immediately clings to Roman, latching on like a limpet and refusing to let go.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, Stormcloud, I’m right here. Shh, shh, shh, you’re alright, you’re safe, nothing’s gonna hurt you right now.”

It’s not fair of him to be jealous when Roman gets Virgil to calm down almost right away. It’s not fair of him to be resentful that Roman’s who Virgil wants when he’s upset. It’s not fair to be upset or offended by what someone needs to come out of having a panic attack. That’s not cool, it’s not right, it’s not fair to Virgil or Roman or himself.

But Remus watches Roman cuddle Virgil and press gentle kisses to his forehead, and he looks down at his own hands that still have some Kraken slime on them from when he got summoned, and he sinks out before Virgil’s feeling all the way better.

He hates himself a little more for it, but not as much as he hates himself for not being the person that Virgil wanted.

5.

It would be easier if Roman were shitty about it.

If he made a point to hold it over Remus’s head, or if he tried to help out of pity or pushed the others into including Remus when it was obvious that no one really wanted to, it would be better. But no, Ro doesn’t even seem to know it’s happening. Which is shitty in and of itself, but the others don’t even realize they’re doing it sometimes and it’s never where Roman is anywhere within earshot. It’s just glaringly fucking obvious that Remus is not Roman and everyone else fucking knows it.

It would be better if they weren’t both Creativity. It would be better if Roman and him weren’t constantly lumped together. It would be better if he was actually capable of truly hating Roman.

But he can’t. Because Roman’s his brother and he loves him more than he hates himself.

He doesn’t hate himself, not really. He loves his energy, loves his drive, loves his willingness to do whatever, explore whatever, be whatever, he wouldn’t want to be like anyone else because then who would be him? But he hates the way that the version of himself he wants to be is the exact fucking opposite of everything he has to be in order to not be always a little bit worse than Roman.

Even his fucking Kraken prefers Roman.

He’d shown up to Ollie’s pond with his favorite chum and the ball with the holes big enough for his arms so they could play catch, but Ollie had sniffed around and seen that there was only one of them—and it wasn’t Roman, and he’d drifted off into the corner of the pond to sulk. No amount of coaxing or bribing had been able to make the Kraken do anything more than half-heartedly chuck the ball not even halfway across the pond.

Remus left before he started crying and went to the dark underwater sea cave deep underneath the black tower’s subbasement. He shifted enough so he could breathe underwater and curled up in the thick kelp forest where no one would be able to find him unless they poked around with a flashlight. The kelp dissipated the sound waves of his sobs, a tentacle in his mouth to muffle them even further. Along the bottom of the cave, tiny tetra fish nibbled at his scales.

He’d stayed there for at least an hour before he realized that no one would come to look for him, so he’s been drifting ever since. Every so often the tears return, the kelp absorbing them as readily as ever, at least until they taper off again and he just floats there, in the water while the fish nibble the dead skin away from his scales. There was something comforting about the greyness of the water, how smooth and quiet it was, how easy it was to just look at the shape of the kelp and the movement of the fish and just drift…alone.

Yeah, it’d be much easier if Roman was shitty about it. But he isn’t, and that’s just another way that he’s better than Remus.

+1.

Remus doesn’t even have time to lie down and close his eyes before someone’s grabbing him around the waist and sinking him into the Imagination. They crash into a pile of pillows and he gets a mouthful of one, spluttering.

” Ro!”

”Hey, you always do it to me! Payback time!” He barely gets himself free before Roman’s throwing a pillow at him. “Now arm yourself!”

“What—“ he dodges Roman’s swing— “hey!”

“No talking, only pillow fighting!”

Remus manages to get the big green pillow up in front of his face just as Roman launches himself off another pile and come barreling down at him. He rolls onto his side and swats Roman across the face. Roman yelps and laughs and swats him back.

“You’re not winning this time!”

“I didn’t win last time! I— ack!”

“C’mon, Re, I know you can do better than that!”

“Oh, it’s on.”

The two of them turn the pillow piles into a war zone, launching projectiles and themselves from various places until Roman gets Remus’s arms pinned and he can bap him lightly in the face over and over and over.

“ Ack—ppth—Ro!”

“Do you yield?”

“Yeah, yeah, you— pffthp— I fucking yield.”

Roman chuckles and presses a big smacking kiss to Remus’s cheek, rolling off of him and sprawling out across the pillow carnage with a contented sigh. Remus winces, pulling himself into a sitting position, grabbing one of the plushier pillows to hold.

They’re in one of the higher tree canopy tents, he realizes as he takes in their surroundings without the distraction of plush warfare. Overlooking the massive waterfalls with the help of the full moon and the soft glow of the amber lanterns overhead, he can spot a few of the others in trees surrounding the falls as the rush and roar of the water fades soothingly into the background. The soft sweet smell of fresh water wafts upwards, mixing with the cool night air. He curls up a little more, hugging the pillow, watching the water rush by.

“So,” Roman grunts as he sits up a few moments later, “are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing’s wrong.”

“Mhm.” Something pokes his side and Remus yelps. “You sure?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sure, I— eep!”

”You really sure?” Fingers keep poking and kneading his sides and trying to get under the pillow. “You really, really sure nothing’s wrong?”

“I said no!”

He moves without thinking. One second Roman’s sitting next to him and the next he’s sprawled near the other side of the tent. A horrible itchy guilty mess starts building in the back of Remus’s throat and he looks away before he can watch the shutter fall over Roman’s face.

Because that’s why Roman did all this, isn’t it? He noticed Remus was upset and because he’s a good brother, he took him to their favorite sleeping spot and had a pillow fight with him and asked him if he was okay. Because Remus isn’t like Roman and he didn’t appreciate any of it and then he just shoved Roman away when all he was doing was trying to help and he really is just the worst brother ever, isn’t he?

”I could’ve done that better,” he hears softly before the gentlest arms wrap around his shoulders and there’s a warm chin on his left one, “I knew better, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it worse.”

“You’re fine.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, Re, I just—I’m worried about you.”

“…you are?”

“Yeah. You’ve been—you’ve been kinda grey lately, you know? I’ve tried asking the others if they know what’s been going on, but they don’t—whoa, hey, hey,” Roman whispers when Remus starts to sniffle, “hey, c’mere, let me cuddle you, hey, talk to me, what’s going on?”

“‘M sorry, it’s not your fault, promise—“

“Hey, hey, uh-uh, none of that, you’re okay.” Roman pulls him into a weird pretzel ball of limbs and hooks his chin over his shoulder. “Does it have something to do with the others?”

“…it’s not their fault either.”

“Now I think we both know that might not be entirely true.”

“‘S stupid.”

“It’s making you upset, Re, it’s not stupid.”

“But it’s true!”

“What’s true?”

“You’re—you’re better than m-me.”

Roman goes very still for a second, then he pulls back and cups Remus’s face in his hands. “What the hell do you mean, ‘I’m better than you?’”

And just like that, the whole sorry story comes driveling out of him. About how Logan didn’t really want to do the brainstorm, about how Patton didn’t let him pick what he wanted to bake, about how he couldn’t comfort Virgil properly, about how hard trying to learn how to dance was, even how Ollie didn’t want to play with him. And Roman looks at him and his face falls and then he’s shaking his head and squishing Remus’s cheeks a little.

“You’re not worse than I am and I’m not better than you. We’re different, and that’s fine and good. Who gives a shit if Logan got a bit messy, you’re the one who can multitask way better than anyone else here. You have the discipline to actually train with all of your weapons and you can fight with all of them. And who the hell does Patton think he is that he can regiment who can bake what? I’ll bake with you next time and we can make whatever the hell you want. And as for Virgil—you know he only started coming to me because he missed you, right? I’m serious,” he continues when Remus’s eyes almost bug out of his head, “he said that your energy was really comforting when he was growing up and I have a similar one so he started coming to me. Don’t tell him I told you that, though.”

“I won’t,” he mumbles, but he’s still too caught up on everything else.

“I don’t give a shit what they all think, you hear me? I think you’re incredible and you’re my brother. I’m the only one allowed to start our stupid sibling rivalry shit.”

”What about me?”

“Fine, you can start it too. But only us, okay?”

Remus sniffles. “But then why didn’t Ollie want to play with me?”

“Because you don’t sneak him treats when you play Toss.”

”Wait, you what?”

“Uh, I mean—“

Remus grabs a pillow and thwacks Roman over the head with it. Roman bursts out laughing and half hugs, half tackles Remus to the ground.

“You’re fucking great all on your own, Re, you don’t need anyone else’s approval.” He leans up a bit. “But you always have mine, okay? I’m always gonna think you’re the greatest.”

“Even when I put slime in your bed?”

“I’ll get you back by putting dragon splines in yours.”

“You better not.”

“Don’t put slime in my bed, then.”

Remus gives another sniffly little laugh and Roman ruffles his hair. They both lie down to look at the waterfall, arms wrapped around each other.

“…hey Ro?”

“Mhm?”

“You’re the best brother ever.”

“No,” Roman says, booping Remus’s nose, “ you are.”

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Okokok this is kinda based off ur darrell getting cheated on post but MORE PAIN 😤 plz do some hcs of what dar and sodas relationship would be like if darrys girlfriend cheated on him with soda, like would he ever forgive him?? I MUST KNOW PLZ ADDI

omg i hate you sm rn. also i decided im gonna try and get thru all my asks/ drafts so im not bothered anymore. :)

You're Still My Brother.

(Soda, Darry, F!Y/N)

Sodapop's POV

It was December 27th, 1965.

I was walking home from the DX when Darry's broad came up to me from behind.

"Hey, Soda! You walking home?"

"Uh- Yeah. Why? You coming over?"

"Well.. no. Uh... me and Darry broke up so I dunno if I'm allowed back there."

I was taken aback. I looked around slightly, my eyes pretty wild.

"Whoa.. whattya talkin' about?! Darry loves you with his whole life!"

"I guess not. I just wanted to talk about it before you headed home."

I looked at her and took a deep breath. I nodded slightly and sat down in the grass with her.

Y/N's POV

Sodapop is such a dumbass. As I sat in the grass with him, my façade didn't fade at all.

As I cried to him and told him the whole story, I had rolled my sleeves up enough so he could see the makeup I had put there.

"Y'know, Soda.. I really love him.. We were having a conversation but we didn't realise the twins were home."

I honestly don't feel anything in the moment.

"Addie burst in trying to tell Darry something and she ruined the whole thing.. She lied to him and told him that I was cheating on him."

"Addie? As in my sister?? She would never lie about anything!"

"Sodapop she's with Dallas of course she lies!"

"No she doesn't. Neither of the twins would lie. They love you like your their own sister!"

"Maybe not. Darry believed her over me. I tried telling him I didn't but he just didn't believe me."

Plan is ago. He looked at my arms.

"Y/N what's that."

I pulled my sleeve down so it seemed I didn't want him to know.

"Y/N is your Dad beatin' on you again?"

"...No. It was Darry and Pony."

His face softened with concern.

"What.."

God he's fucking gullible.

"No, no, Y/N.. a-are you sure?!"

"You ain't a woofin.. Addie tried but I guess she was too weak."

Darry's POV

I was wondering where Sodapop was.

He was supposed to be home 10 minutes ago.

"Twins?" I called out. I didn't know if they were with Johnny Cade or not, so I had to check.

"Yeah?" Addie called back, walking out of her room putting a jacket on.

I smiled at her, "Where's Pony?"

"In the shower." She smiled back and grabbed a leftover Christmas cookie from off the table. "Pony! Hurry it up we gotta go meet Johnny!" She yelled into the bathroom.

"I'M HURRYIN' QUIT GABBIN'." He called back.

"Addie, you know where Sodapop is at?"

"As far as I know he should be at work." She said, shoving her cookie in her mouth. "Why?"

"He shoulda been home 'bout 14 minutes ago."

"Oh.. Well I'll be on the lookout for 'im on the way to the lot." I nodded and waved goodbye as she walked out onto the porch waiting for Pony.

God I missed Y/N.

Soda's POV

Would my siblings really do this?

I mean there's obvious bruises, but.. Darry? The twins..?

"Oh my god.. Y/N... I'm so.. I'm so sorry.."

She had tears running down her face and I didn't know what to do or say.

Next thing I knew she was on top of me and kissing me.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her in a little more. She were warm and her hands were so soft against the back of my neck.

"Y/N, Stop.." I murmured.

She stopped and I sat back up.

"Wha-- Why??" I muttered in shyness.

"Because you understand and listen, Soda."

"Oh.. Hey, Listen.. I oughtta get home so they aren't too worried about me. Ion wanna get put in no boys home."

"Alright. I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Bye." I got up and walked away towards the house.

"Goodbyee"

GOD DAMMIT. I HATE THIS HOW DO I TELL DARRY.

Addie's POV

Pony had finally gotten dressed and walked outside when I saw Sodapop approach the house.

"Hey, Soda! How was work?"

"It was fine." He said, walking straight inside and to his room.

"He's home!" I said before I walked down the steps and out the gate.

"Hey, Ads. Something was off about Sodapop, don'tcha think?"

"You ain't a woofin'. He looked pretty Red- and pale, too.." I stopped walking towards the lot in realisation of something.

Sodapop had lipstick all over his lips.

"Ads, you alright?"

"He picked up a broad!" I smiled and hugged Pony in happiness.

He hugged me back and I jumped up 'n down.

"Ohhh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod!! We'll have another sister!!"

Pony smiled and shook his head, laughing. We had almost reached the lot in about 4 minutes.

"Hey, Johnny!" I called out to the dark-haired boy I saw about 20 feet away.

Mine and Pony's dark hair had grown a LOT since August. His hair was just below his ears like before, and our blonde and grown out so our roots had came in some.

I ran towards Johnny and tackled him onto the couch, Pony following suite.

I told Johnny everything that had happened once we left and how we suspect a girl.

Darry's POV

"Oh, thanks Ads. Heya, Soda. I'm just makin' dinner."

"Cool." He said as he rushed to the bathroom to wash off his face.

Why? I'm not sure. I didn't think much of it.

"Darry can we talk? It's about Y/N. I'd prefer to sit down.."

"Alright..?" I lowered the stove to low and sat down at the kitchen table.

Soda sat down and took a deep breath. "Um..."

Third Person POV

Soda told him everything. The kiss, the lies, EVERYTHING.

Darry had tears forming in his eyes and he lowered his head onto the table.

"Darry I'm so sorry. I tried to believe myself but I just- I couldn't. I don't know why, Darrell plesse forgive me."

"Hey, Soda, this ain't your fault."

"But I feel so bad.."

"Don't worry. You're still my brother. You had nothin' to do with this. It's her fault, not your's."

. . . . . .

Pony noticed the streetlight turn on.

"Addie, time to go home."

"Ooh right. Dinner time! Johnny you wanna eat with us?"

"..Yeah sure!" Johnny replied.

The three walked to the Curtis'.

They entered and saw Darry and Soda hugging eachother.

"Woah.. what's happened?" Pony asked.

"Just sit down in the living room, I'll bring out the soup. Welcome in Johnny, y'all are just in time."

Sodapop wiped his eyes and grabbed Addie after she took off her jacket. He hugged her tight. "I'm sorry we didn't talk after I came home, I'll explain in a minute."

"Hey, Addie, Mickey's on TV!" Pony yelled to Addie after her and Soda hugged.

"It's all good, Soda. Love ya big brother."

"Love you too kid sister."

Darry had brought everyone a bowl of soup (JOHNNY INCLUDED), and he and Soda explained to the young teens.

Addie had broke into tears and Pony was left in shock. Johnny was just devouring his soup, but was shocked too.

"Soda.." Addie said, crying.

"Man.." Said Pony, his jaw dropped.

"Huh?" Mumbled Johnny.

They lived in harmony after they all dropped Y/N because she's a stuck up piece of SHIT.

[the-undead-warden]

☠︎︎ Whattya want, puny mortal? ☠︎︎

So... You've decided to come on down to MY neck of the Inpherno... How fuckin' funny! This ain't ya normal Banlands, mortal. Watch ya step... I ain't the only thing undead here! Don't fall inta the pools o' acid... Or do, ya wellbein' ain't no concern of mine!

♰ Rules, gotta 'ave 'em - Go ahead. Ask me dirty stuff, ya buncha freaks - I ain't gonna police ya on yer kindness or whatever... Just don't piss me off, got it? - I'll hold ya down in the acid pools if I want ya gone. - I'll think of more later. Get out of my sight.

-> Okay. So.... Windy you prolly shouldn't make anymore blogs but oh well! I should've made a Frankenhammer one waaaaaaaay long ago! But now he's here! He's got some lore that's intertwined with my partner's blog, @exorcists-vice :) -> He's uh.... A lot ruder than normal Ban. So just be careful with that!!!! Also topics of death, the undead and stuff like that!!!! -> HCs galore once more... -> Icon by @/cerysene -> IC answers will be in PURPLE -> OOC answers will be COLORLESS -> I follow from "windy-trickster" -> Enjoy this idiot

[theashen-fox]

Lines, pt. 1 (Genshin! AU, if he were an actual character)

Idle

“Hmm…Did the last client pay in full? I seem to be a few Mora short.”

*snaps fingers and opens palm, revealing a tiny fox made from fire that suddenly begins walking up his arm* “Ow, ow, owowowow!!” *picks up fox, then shakes his finger at it reproachfully* “Uh-uh. No.”

*draws sword, checking it carefully, then sighs, apparently finding some kind of stain, whereupon he snaps his fingers, causing a small but precise fire to light up in the location. Satisfied, he nods and sheathes his sword*

Taking Damage (slight)

“Heh. Is that it?”

“I’ve met Slimes that hit harder than you!”

“At this rate, the boredom will kill me quicker than you.”

Taking Damage (moderate)

“Nngh! ‘Kay, I’ll give you that one.

“May need to adjust my tactics somewhat.”

“At least you’re actually putting forth some effort.”

Taking Damage (Near Death)

“Pretty good, I’ll grant you that.”

“Damn, I need to think of something else!”

“Gonna leave a job half done?!”

Death

“Gah… So that’s how it is…”

“Big brother…I…I’m sorry…”

“Had to happen sometime… But why now?”

Ascension One

“…Eh? Do I hear you correctly? A paid partnership? You are aware of my profession, yeah? I’m not exactly cheap. Oh? Split any treasure we find while traveling? Hmm… Can I see it in writing?”

Ascension Two

“Haven’t even been traveling that long, and already I’m feeling younger. …Huh? Whattya mean, ‘I don’t look it’? Is it the hair? I’m 25, thanks very much! I just meant I feel more energetic, is all.

Ascension Three

“This is starting to feel…odd. No, no, don’t get me wrong, I like this whole arrangement, but it doesn’t really feel like an arrangement. I… Eh, never mind. Let’s just keep moving.”

Ascension Four

“Okay, this is officially the longest time I’ve had a partnership with…well, anyone. Can’t put my finger on it, but you don’t act like someone who sees me as a merc. You’re acting more like…well, like a friend. Gotta admit, this is new for me. Can’t say I don’t like it, though.”

Ascension Five

“This was all some big setup, wasn’t it? You never wanted to hire a merc; you just used that as an excuse to be friends with me. As far as trying to get someone to be your friend, this is unusual. Craziest thing, though? I’d say it worked. I wouldn’t advise taking the same approach with other mercs, of course.”

Ascension Six (Final)

“I have some good news and bad news. Bad news first: I’m breaking off our contract. Good news: I’m making a new one. You’re more than my partner; far as I’m concerned, we’re family now. To show you that I’m serious… *ahem* By my honor as a Vagrant, and by my honor as a member of the Vulpes Clan— Oh, uh, you—you don’t need me to make any formal promises? Oh. Heh, okay. I’m serious, though. You may as well be family to me with how you’ve kept me around. So… Yeah. Thank you. For everything.”

[mimi-ya]

jealous-est ~ portgas d. ace x reader

3,500 words | she/her reader

summary: jealously can make a person do crazy things

masterlist | part 1 | part 2

previous part

“I wanna play, now!”

“Luffy.” You answer with a head pat, “I’m talking to Sabo right now.”

“But you’ve been talking forever!” He stomps his foot.

Sabo swipes the foam sword from Luffy’s hand, “You played with (Y/N) all day. Now it’s my turn to hang out.”

“This sucks!”

Your mouth drops in surprise, ready to chastise the boy for his language. But someone beats you to it.

“Sounds like someone needs their mouth washed out with soap!” Followed by the front door closing.

“Ace!” Luffy spins and sprints at full speed to his brother, excited for someone who might give him some attention.

Ace bends down to scoop up his brother, pinching his nose, “You seem pretty excited to get a cheek full of suds, huh?”

“No!” Luffy crosses his arms, “I just wanna play with (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)?” Ace steps into the kitchen, smile lighting up his face, “Oh (Y/N)! What are you still doin’ here?”

“Hi love.” You slide over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Blah!” Luffy sticks his tongue out in disgust.

“Just catching up with Sabo.” You ruffle Luffy’s hair, “But I actually have to head out.”

“No!” Luffy whines, “We didn’t get to play! You talked with Sabo so long!”

Ace nods his head, “And what about me? I didn’t get to play at all!”

You roll your eyes, just as Sabo cuts in.

“Didn’t you two get to play this morning?”

“What!” Luffy screeches, “You played without me?!”

“No!” Ace shouts, face flushed, “We were not playing! We were- well it’s not- that isn’t!”

“Hey Luffy?” You pull the attention away from your bumbling idiot, “How about we play at the park on Saturday? Maybe we can invite your friends too?”

“When is Saturday?”

“Three days.” You hold up several fingers, still trying to get Luffy in the habit of counting his numbers.

Luffy repeats your hand gesture, staring intently at his three little fingers and then looking up at you in distress, “But that’s forever!”

“It’ll be here before you know it.” You laugh and then glancing at the clock on the wall, “Alright, I really need to go. I’ll see you all later!”

“I’ll text you tomorrow!” Sabo calls over his shoulder as you head out the door.

Ace swipes a slice of the pepper Sabo is cutting on the counter, “Whattya texting her ‘bout?”

“Just babysitting stuff.” Sabo waves his hand, “And quit talking with your mouth full, you’ll teach Luffy bad habits.”

“Kid’s already a monster.” Ace mutters, “Aren’t ya, ya little gremlin?” He asks with a tickle to the boy’s stomach.

“Rawh!” Luffy squeals, trying to squirm away.

Sabo rolls his eyes when Luffy almost knocks his head against the fridge, “Alright, alright! Go roughhouse elsewhere before there’s an accident and we can’t have dinner.”

Both Ace and Luffy immediately stop their games, taking the threat of no dinner very seriously.

“Let’s get outta here Luffy. Before Sabo starves us.”

.

“Pops said if he catches you sitting on your ass one more time, you’re getting canned.” Marco knock’s Ace’s feet off the couch to make room to sit.

Ace cries in protest, “And what’s that make you doin’?”

Marco props his feet onto the small coffee table with his arms behind his head, “Taking a well-deserved break.”

“Oh whatever!” Ace rolls his eyes, returning his attention to his phone, “Pops like me better anyway.” He mutters under his breath.

“And what’s got you so distracted anyway?” Marco swipes the phone from his hands, ignoring Ace’s yelp, “Oh?” His knowing eyes cut over, “And who’s beautiful witch?”

“None of your damn business!” Ace snaps, getting his phone back.

“Hey Izou!” Marco calls over his shoulder, “Get a load of what Ace’s calls his girlfriend! He’s gonna be dumped by the end of the month!”

Izou appears from around the corner, “Dumped and fired? Rough month.”

“Shut up!” Ace snaps, but it’s missed over the laughing, “I’m going to lunch!” And he stomps out before he can be ridiculed by anyone else, even though he’s sure it’ll have spread like wildfire by the time he gets back.

“What’s the deal anyway?” Ace grumbles to himself as he walks down the street, “You are beautiful.”

Too beautiful. Why you took pity on a poor sap like him he’ll never understand, but he’ll do his damndest every single day to keep that smile on your face he loves so much.

Speaking of smile. Maybe a bouquet of flowers or sweet treat could brighten your afternoon. He knows you’ll need it after spending the afternoon with Luffy.

Probably will get shit from the guys when he walks back in with your gift. But to see you eyes light up at the random thoughtfulness of his gesture?

Worth it.

Ace shoves his hands in his pockets, whistling a simple tune as he peers into the shops along the block, waiting for something to catch his eye.

He slows at one storefront that’s displaying jewelry in the window. Shiny bracelets, dainty earrings, and pretty necklaces. His stomach flips when he glances at the rings.

Way too early to be thinking about that. Right? Ace lets out an embarrassed laugh to himself. Still doesn’t stop him from thinking about what your reaction might be.

Would you gasp in disbelief? Tackle him to the ground in excitement? Tear up in joy?

Ace really hopes to find out one day.

His brain must really be falling into this daydream, because Ace swears he can see your figure in the window, wait a minute.

With a quick spin around Ace realizes you are here. Across the street, rocking on your heels outside of some café.

A large grin splits onto Ace’s face as he raises his hand, “Hey!” You look up from your phone with a smile, “(Y/N)-” But his voice trails off when he notices it wasn’t his presence that got your attention.

Ace watches you turn towards an approaching figure with a warm smile.

And Sabo of all people strolls up to greet you, pulling you into a hug. Ace frowns a bit and Sabo nods to the café, opening the door and following inside after you.

Do you two hang out or something? You’ve never mentioned hanging out with Sabo before. And why wouldn’t either of you invite him?

Ace whips out his phone, typing out a message.

Ace: hey bby, u busy?

Your text comes in almost immediately.

Y/N: running errands, need me to pick you up anything?

Ace frowns. He supposes getting coffee with Sabo could count as errands, but why not just say that? His fingers quickly return to the buttons.

Ace: u at the store?

Y/N: yep! just grabbing a few things.

Ace can really feel the rock settle in his stomach now as he lets you know he’s well and returns his phone to his pocket.

Why are you lying?

.

The rest of the week drags on for Ace. They guys at work seems to notice the shift in his mood but chose not to comment on it.

When Ace makes it to the end of week and gets home on Friday, he’s disappointed to see you’ve already left for the day. Just another twist in his stomach.

Are you avoiding him or something?

“Ace.”

He hasn’t been able to catch you once this week.

“Aceee.”

But he’s sure you’re able to spend a few minutes with Sabo each day.

“Ace!”

A smack to the stomach pulls Ace from his bitter musings.

“Ace! Ace! Ace!” A hit punctuating each word.

“What!” Ace snaps, glaring at Luffy who’s plopped next to him on the couch and using him as a punching bag.

Luffy looks pleased to finally get his attention, “I’m bored.”

Ace rolls his eyes. Kid was always bored since nothing could hold his interest for more than thirty minutes before he needed something new to do.

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

Luffy shrugs, “I dunno.”

“I’m heading out!” Sabo passes by quickly, “I’ll be back later!”

Ace looks over his shoulder as Sabo is gathering up his keys, “Where you going?”

“Just out.” Sabo shrugs, dusting off his jacket.

Ace’s eyes narrow. His brother had an eccentric fashion sense. Most would probably categorize it as overdressed, but to the trained eye one could tell when Sabo was actually dressed to impress.

And it’s looks like he’s busting out the cravat today.

“Dinner’s in the fridge, don’t wait up!”

Ace watches the door shut behind his brother before turning back to his younger one with a grin, “Hey Luffy, I gotta an idea.”

.

“Well?” Ace spins around, “How do I look?”

“Stupid!” Luffy cackles, trying to grab for the fake hair that’s tickling Ace’s chin.

“Stupid, huh?’ Ace swats at his brother’s hand, “Guess you don’t want the one I got you then?” He reveals a second fake beard and mustache.

Luffy starts to jump up and down, screaming “Gimme!”

“Alright, alright.” Ace bends down, trying to help secure the disguise on his brother, “Now, do you remember the plan?”

Luffy bobs his head, “We’re undercover!”

“That’s right.” Ace nods, tying the band in a knot to help make up for the smallness of Luffy’s head, “Which means we can’t take our disguises off, or we’ll get caught, got it?”

“Got it!” Luffy smiles, and as if to prove the point, he tugs on the beard, letting it snap back to his face without a resounding sting.

The two had quickly run to the store, picking up the necessary items before heading over to the café Ace had spotted you and Sabo at earlier this week.

Although now that an hour has passed sitting in the back corner, Ace is wondering if his hunched had been correct or not.

“I’m bored.” Luffy whines, less excited to be there now that he’s run out of chocolate milk, “When is something cool gonna happen?”

Ace resists the urge to agree, “This is what it means to be undercover, Luf. Sometimes we have to wait.”

Luffy drops his head into his hands, nearly knocking the empty mug that once held his hot chocolate onto the floor, “I don’t wanna be undercover anymore.”

Ace peers around the café. There’s the woman who’s reading a thick book as a blue haired man sits across from her tinkering with some metal contraption. A gruff man standing behind the counter who’s been sending wary looks their way the entire time.

The calm atmosphere of the coffee shop final broken when a bell chimes as the door opens.

Ace’s eyes dart to the entrance, but he deflates when he sees it’s just some woman. Her orange hair curling around her chin as she shoots a smile over her shoulder to the man behind her.

 When said man strolls in, Ace feels his jaw drop to the ground.

“Ace!” Luffy shouts, “It’s Sab-mp!” Ace had quickly cupped a hand over his brother’s mouth, pulling him lower to the table.

“He’s two timing her!” Ace hisses, watching as Sabo and the woman places their orders at the counter.

Luffy pulls Ace’s hand down, “He’s doing math?”

“I can’t believe this!” Ace is fuming, “How could he do this to (Y/N)?”

“Ace.” Luffy pulls on Ace’s sleeve.

“I can’t believe he’s this kind of guy!” Ace’s eyes follow the pair as they grab a table closer to the door.

“But Ace”

“Who raised him!” Ace fumes.

“Ace!” Luffy pulls at the beard on Ace’s face, letting it snap back.

“Ow! What the fu-”

“Ace!” Luffy luckily cuts his brother off before he can learn a new word, “(Y/N) is right there!” He points his small finger over Ace’s shoulder.

Ace spins in his chair, “(Y/N)!” he gasps, finally seeing you’re standing behind him with a giant gaudy hat and sunglasses covering half your face, “What are you doing here!”

“Same thing as you it would seem.” You pull down your sunglasses with a wink.

“We’re spies!” Luffy jumps in his seat.

You slide into the chair next to him, “Well don’t you know the first rule of espionage is to be quiet my little pirate king?” You inform him with a pinch of his cheek.

“We’re not ‘spionaging, we’re spies.” Luffy corrects you.

A laugh bubbles in your throat, but before you can double correct Luffy Ace slams his hand on the table.

“Hello? Do you even care what’s going on over there!” He hisses, pointing to the table with a couple who had surprisingly not noticed the scene the three spies were making.

“Of course, I do! Why else do you think I’m here?”

Ace sputters, “And you’re not going to say anything?”

“Why would I?” You cock your head.

But Ace has had enough. He’s not going to let you sit here and just be played by his brother. As if you weren’t the most beautiful and kindest woman in the entire world!

“That’s it.” Ace stands to his feet, “I’m going over there.”

“What? Ace, stop!” You whisper, trying to grab his arm.

“Mine!” Luffy gleefully shouts at the same time, making a grab for the iced coffee Ace left behind and wasting no time to chug its contents.

“Luffy!” You quickly return you attention to the boy, pulling back the drink from his mouth. The last thing this kid needs is more energy.

You’re so distracted with Luffy that you can’t even watch the disaster that’s unfolding across the coffee shop.

But that doesn’t stop Ace as he stomps up to the table. The two don’t even notice him! Too lost in each other’s sickening eyes and giggles.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ace slams his hand on the table, rattling the cups. Finally, the couple reel back in shock at the dramatic interruption.

Sabo’s eyes go wide, stuttering out, “A- Ace?! What are you doing here?!” Surprised to see his brother standing there with a glare on his face, but doubly surprised to see a cheap beard on his face that doesn’t even match his hair.

The mysterious woman cocks her head, “Your brother?”

“Me?” Ace snarls, ignoring the comment, “What are you doing here with her when (Y/N) is right over there!” Ace points over his shoulder and Sabo and the woman’s eyes land on you as you’re trying to wrangle Luffy under control.

Sabo’s mouth drops, “What does (Y/N) have to do with any of this?”

“Gee.” Ace crosses his arms with an eyeroll, “I don’t know! Maybe that you’re two timing her with this chick!”

“What?” Sabo’s mouth drops, but he can’t get another word in while Ace is on a roll.

“After everything she’s done for us? And you’re just gonna treat her like that!” Ace crosses his arms with a scoff, “And you say I set a bad example for Luffy.”

Sabo feels like he’s living in an alternate world right now, “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“Sabo.” The woman interrupts gently, “Is (Y/N) someone special to you?”

“What?!” Sabo shakes his head back and forth, “No! I mean, kind of! But she’s Luffy’s babysitter!” Sabo swears he must be losing his mind right now, “And she’s dating him!” He nearly screams and wildly points at Ace.

But his explanation doesn’t do any good because now the woman just looks even more surprised than before.

“Hey!” Another voice adds to the mix, “You can’t just leave your coffee unattended around Luffy! And what the hell are you doing now!”

“(Y/N)!” Sabo squeaks.

“Ah, (Y/N).” The woman says with lips pressed into a thin line.

“(Y/N).” Luffy whines into your shoulder, “My tummy hurts.”

“(Y/N)! Can you believe what Sabo is doing here?” He gestures to the two sitting at the table.

You readjust Luffy on your hip, “Besides being annoyed by you?”

“Me?” Ace turns fully to face you with an incredulous look on his face, “I’m the one defending you honor even though you’re two timing me and he’s two timing you!”

“Huh?!” You almost drop Luffy right out of your arms, “I’m not cheating on you with Sabo!”

“Then why did I see the two of you here on a date the other day!” He shoots back, “Bein’ all giggly and shit!”

“Oh my god.” You want to smack yourself from his stupidity, “It wasn’t a date! We were checking the place out to see if he wanted to bring Koala here!”

Ace crosses his arms, “And just who the hell is Koala!”

A throat clears from the side, the mysterious woman rising her hand, “That would be me.”

“Oh.” The fight deflates from Ace as he looks between Sabo and the newly named woman, gears slowly turning in his head, “So you’re not cheating on me?”

“No, you big dummy.” You roll your eyes, “I was just trying to help Sabo a bit.”

“Koala.” Sabo pulls her attention back, “I am so sorry-” But before he can finish his apology is cut short by Ace’s loud laugher.

“Oh, that’s great!” Ace cackles, “Practicing because you were nervous!” He croons.

Sabo immediately colors, fists clenched, “That’s rich coming from you! Like we didn’t hear you practicing in the mirror before you’re first date with (Y/N)!”

“What!” Ace’s eyes go wide as he quickly glances at you, “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“And you used to call (Y/N) a witch!” Luffy chirps.

Sabo drops his head into his hands, letting out a deep sigh before meeting Koala’s bemused stare, “I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.”

“Whaddya mean never see you again!” Ace butts in, “You’re a catch Sabo!” He spins towards Koala, “You should be counting your stars you even got a first date! I mean, he folds his underwear! Who does that!”

“Alright.” You cut in, pulling Ace back by the collar of his shirt, “I’m glad we established you don’t fold your underwear. But how about we leave these two alone now?”

“I’m just saying babe!” Ace rambles as he’s dragged out of the shop.

Once you’re outside you finally let go of Ace, placing Luffy on the ground beside you. “Want to explain what the hell that was back there?” You raise a brow, “Do you really think I would cheat on you? And with Sabo? That either of us would do that to you?”

“What else was I supposed to think! I saw you and him here and when I texted ya, you said you were doin’ shopping!”

“Oh.” It’s your turn to look a little embarrassed, shrinking from your geared up stance, “I didn’t mean to lie to you, it’s just. Sabo wanted to keep it a secret.”

Ace shrugs, awkwardly rubbing at his neck, “It’s alright. I should have just tried talking to you. Instead of doing,” He waves to his face, “all this.”

“I don’t know.” A small smile dances on your lips, reaching out to twirl some of the fake beard hairs, “This might be a nice look for you.”

Ace raises a brow, pulling you in by the waist, “Is that so?” He leans closer, earning a giggle when the hairs tickle your face.

“Knock it off!” You squeal, batting at his chest.

Ace redoubles his efforts, causing quite the scene on the street as he plants a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“Ace!” You laugh, finally getting enough space between the two of you that he relents, mirth still dancing in his eyes. Your smile softens, heart still fluttering thinking about how much this dumb man loves you. “But really Ace, next time, talk to me, okay?”

“Promise.” He nods, “And I’m sorry for not trusting you.”

Your fingers push down the beard so you can properly cup his cheek, “And I’m sorry for giving you a reason not to.”

“We’ll work on our communication babe.” He nuzzles into your cheek, “The article said it was one of the foundations of a healthy relationship.”

“Article?” You hold back a snort, “Reading the relationship advice columns in the newspaper now?”

“And so what if I am?” But the words lose their bravado when a pink dusting fills his freckled cheeks.

You roll your eyes, “And here you were givin’ Sabo shit for scoping out the coffee shop.”

“How’d ya think that’s going anyway?”

“Well.” You both turn to peer inside, “Now that we’re out of their hair I’m sure- oh shit!”

.

Luffy kicks his feet back in forth in the spot beside Sabo, loudly slurping from the straw of his brother’s drink with his beard hanging loosely around his neck.

Not that Sabo cares it’s the boy’s second caffeinated drink of the day, you and Ace can deal with his energy burst and crash as payback. It’s the least you deserve after you crashed his date and now are too busy making up outside to notice Luffy scampered off.

“Hey Koala?”

“Yes, Luffy?” She gives Luffy a warm smile and Sabo feels his heart stutter at the sight. No wonder Ace fell for you so quickly.

“Does this mean you’re gonna be my babysitter too?”

[dollwritesarchive]

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

[aitaikimochi]

The BNHA Season 4 BluRay/DVD Vol. 1-6 Box Set comes with a special bonus light novel called the "Cultural Festival Wrap-Up Party" about Class A's after-party they had the day after the Cultural Festival, written by Anri-sensei. Here's the summary! Enjoy~

Boku No Hero Academia Cultural Festival Wrap Up Party

The story starts off with All Might greeting Aizawa as he enters the faculty office, a day after the Cultural Festival. He says good work to Aizawa and asks how the clean-up went for the Cultural Festival. Aizawa says that everything has been put away properly and recalls how it was a bit of a risky Cultural Festival this year with the whole fiasco that almost caused them to stop the festival, referring to the incident with Gentle and La Brava.

Aizawa mentions that the students are now preparing for an after-party. He says, “too bad they can’t put this amount of effort that they did in the Cultural Festival towards their studies instead,” and All Might laughs and says, “Well, they’re still just kids after all.” He also tells All Might that a little while ago, Sero stopped by the office to ask him something. Aizawa says, “What?” and All Might explains, “Well…you see…”

Next scene is at a nearby discount variety store (**note: basically a Don Quihote department store in Japan that sells a variety of things including food at really cheap prices). The Class A band team, consisting of Jirou, Kaminari, Bakugou, Yaoyorozu, and Tokoyami, are buying snacks and drinks for the after-party. However, Jirou seems to be the only one who’s actually taking this seriously as she can’t find where everyone else ran off to. She bumps into Yaoyorozu, who excitedly says, “Jirou-san, look at these super cheap drinks! They’re only 10yen each! If we buy 20 of them that’s only 200yen!”

Jirou looks at the bottles and notices that they’re only on sale because the drinks had already expired. She tells Yaoyorozu to put away the items. She then continues to search for the other band members and finds Kaminari. He tells her that he wants to add these cool snacks into their pile of food, which come with bonus cards or toys. He says, “Look at these! Doesn’t it take you back? Man, when I was a kid I used to collect these all the time!”

Jirou looks at the items and says “put it back,” and Kaminari whines but does so anyway. Yaoyorozu keeps getting distracted by all the things in the store since she’s very rich, she seldom has the opportunity to visit these discount stores that people go to. Jirou finds Tokoyami, and Dark Shadow dumps a whole bunch of sweets into their shopping cart. Jirou says that they don’t need that many sweets and to put things back. Tokoyami then gives Jirou a snack with packaging that says “The Witch of Darkness’ Apple Pie.” Dark Shadow says, “Fumikage used to love these sweets when he was younger!” and Tokoyami gets flustered. Jirou then pats Dark Shadow on his head, and Bakugou comes up behind her.

He says, “What the hell are you guys even buying!?”

Kaminari cries out, “Whattya mean!?”

Bakugou says, “If we’re gonna eat this at the after-party, then we need several big bags of food! And why the hell am I even here shopping with you guys right now!? This is so annoying!”

As he says that, he fills the shopping cart with bags of potato chips, sweets, paper plates, and trash bags. Jirou sighs in relief and says, “Yeah! I was thinking of getting paper plates too so clean-up would be easier!” They then agree to buy some more bottles of juice and soda, and Bakugou says they only need a maximum 5 bottles to which Jirou agrees.

Bakugou then says, “Well then let’s just get the hell out of here!” and Kaminari regrettably puts all of the sweets that he added to the shopping cart back on the shelves. Jirou looks at Bakugou and says, “Bakugou, you’re…kinda like a very capable Mom.”

Bakugou gets mad and says, “WHAT!? Stop saying such stupid crap!”

While the Band members are buying stuff at the discount store, the Dance Team members and Stage members are back in the Class A dormitory preparing food and decorating the common room. The Dance Team is in charge of the food and the Stage team is in charge of decorations.

Satou is the one who is cooking most of the food, but the other Dance Team members are helping him with the food preparation. Iida is in charge of chopping the vegetables, and although he is known for his speed, he’s not used to handling knives, so he chops them at a slower pace. Hagakure is in charge of prepping the oil and oil absorbent sheets to fry the chicken and place it on the sheets. Ochako and Ashido are in charge of stirring the pot, which contains beschamel and bolognese sauces.

Ojiro checks up on the oven to make sure that it’s the right temperature. Satou tells Ochako and Ashido to add the sauce for the lasagna and to not forget to put olive oil on top. Shouji says that he’s done making the dressing for the salad, and Satou samples it. The kitchen is full of lively sounds, and everyone is excited for Ojiro’s delicious cooking.

Ochako, Ashido, and Hagakure then discuss how Christmas is around the corner too, so they should do this again and throw a Christmas party next time. While they think about having a potential Christmas party, Iida says, “Hey now! Christmas is a day that celebrates the Birth of Jesus Christ! You should be spending it with your families, so this Christmas we…”

Satou then says, “Iida, the knife, watch out the knife!” since Iida was talking while swinging the knife around in his hand. Iida apologizes. Ashido then says, “But wouldn’t a party be fun?” and Mineta appears in the kitchen holding some peaches while muttering, “Christmas…Christmas costumes…Santa Girl skirts…That’s awesome…”

However, they eventually convince Iida that Christmas is indeed a time to celebrate things together, and Iida gives in and says he will ask Aizawa for permission to throw a Christmas party much to everyone’s delight.

Mineta had been slacking off on his duties by looking at the peaches and stroking them gently, imagining something lewd, and Hagakure calls him out on his perverted thoughts and tells him to help out along with the others.

He is in charge of cutting the carrots, and while everyone is helping prepare the food, Ochako stares at the fried chicken that just came out of the fryer. She can’t help herself and pops one into her mouth only to find that it’s burning hot. Tsuyu says to be careful since they’re still hot, and Ochako apologizes as the fried chicken looked and smelled so delicious she moved without thinking.

Satou asks her how’s the flavor, and she says the fried chicken is really good while giving him a thumbs up.

Ojiro and Hagakure are washing the dishes, and Hagakure holds the plates, making them look like they’re floating in mid air. Ojiro then tells Hagakure that she should probably put some clothes on if she’s going to be in the kitchen where people use fire and knives, but she said she just wanted to see what people’s reactions were to her small pranks. Shouji then passes her an apron, and Mineta muses that it’s one of those tropes where girls wear aprons while naked, but Iida warns him to not go further.

Meanwhile, in the common room area, the Stage Team is preparing the decorations to be strung about the living room. Deku, Todoroki, and Koda are folding origami together to put on the walls as banners. Deku folds a cool All Might shaped origami, and Todoroki praises him, saying “Wow, All Might! That’s awesome!” Deku actually used to practice folding the All Might origami countless of times to perfect its shape, and he blushes a bit when he hears praise from someone.

He then sees that Todoroki folded a crane, and Todoroki says that his sister taught him how to fold the crane origami when he was a child.

Koda then says, “Oh um…I…made a camera origami!” and shows them a whimsical camera shaped origami that makes a shutter noise when pressed. Deku then notices that Koda actually had folded a ton of different origami flowers and animals, and Koda gets a bit embarrassed at the attention.

Koda says, “But the All Might origami is amazing…” and Todoroki agrees.

Todoroki then asks Deku to teach him how to fold the All Might origami. Deku is happy to oblige, and he says, “Okay first you fold a triangle and then…”

As he starts teaching Todoroki, Kirishima comes into the room and puts up his own dorm room’s fisherman banner on the wall of the common room. He says that this will make the place a bit flashier, and the others agree. Aoyama then comes in and also says that they need something sparkly and bright. Aoyama tells them that he’ll come back with something sparkly.

Kirishima then says, “Oh wait I’ll come help too!”

Todoroki then turns to Deku and says, “Midoriya, so how exactly do you fold the All Might origami?”

Deku realized that he was in the middle of teaching Todoroki before they got interrupted by the others, so he resumes his lesson by saying to first fold a triangle. Afterwards, he goes off on a tangent about how to perfect the folding process as well as making sure to accentuate the silhouette of All Might through the folds, and as he mumbles a bit, he accidentally folds the origami too quickly.

Todoroki is patient with him though and says again, “Um…can you please start from the beginning and teach me the steps a bit slower this time?”

Deku apologizes for folding the paper too fast and teaches Todoroki again, this time at a slower pace.

Kirishima then walks by and says, “Woah Todoroki, you also want to learn how to fold the All Might origami?” He leaves them to their folding and joins Aoyama and Koda in putting the finished origami and other decorations up on the walls.

After Todoroki successfully folds the All Might origami, Deku says, “You made your first All Might origami!” and Todoroki responds quietly, “I think this should be able to fit in the letter…”

Deku says, “Hmm?” and Todoroki says, “Ah, it’s nothing.”

Aoyama them brings a disco ball into the common room, and he, Kirishima, and Sero put up the other decorations.

Finally, the preparations are complete, and the Class A students gather in the common room surrounding a bunch of food that’s placed on the tables. Iida then makes a toast to a successful Cultural Festival, and everyone raises their glasses and says, “Cheers!”

Satou mentions that he also has prepared dessert, and they have two choices of either a chestnut and fig montblanc cake or an apple and peach jelly. Tsuyu chooses the jelly as jelly is apparently her favorite food. Tokoyami also chooses the jelly dessert while Ashido takes the montblanc.

Iida mentions that he and Mineta were in charge of chopping the cabbages and carrots for the cole slaw. Todoroki and Deku praise him and say that the coleslaw is delicious.

Bakugou watches irritably and decides to leave the party, but Kaminari says, “Hey hey hey, where do you think you’re going, Kacchan-kun!?” Bakugou says that seeing everyone making small talk is pissing him off, but Kaminari rebutts by saying, “But you looked excited when you were buying food!”

Kirishima then comes over and says, “Bakugou! I brought you some fried chicken! Let’s eat a ton!” and puts a bunch of fried chicken in front of Bakugou, to which he says he doesn’t want it. Kirishima doesn’t back down though and says, “Oh I got it! So you want lasagna instead!” and brings a slice of lasagna for him.

Satou noticed Kirishima carrying the food over and says, “Hey, you should put a bunch of tabasco on it before eating too!” and pours a bunch of tabasco onto the lasagna and force feeds Bakugou with it. Bakugou yells, “What the hell are you doing!?” but eventually pipes down after taking the lasagna from Kirishima as it seems like he does enjoy the food after all. Kirishima watches him and says, “See, I told you it’s good! I’ll bring you seconds!” and goes to bring Bakugou more food.

Sero then turns everyone’s attention towards the TV in the common room. He says, “Well then now that Bakugou’s calmed down, let’s watch the recap of our Cultural Festival performance!” He turns on the TV and everyone gathers around to watch the recorded performance.

Some of the members mention that Deku was late to the performance, and they thought that he might not even be able to perform. Deku apologizes for being late, but as the performance starts, they can hear the audience’s chatter as someone yells “YAOYOROZU!!!” Ashido and Kaminari tease her about having fans, and she gets flustered. Satou then whispers, “It’s starting…it’s starting…!” and the screen fills with the sound of Bakugou’s drums as well as a huge explosion.

The girls all fawn over how cool Jirou looks while singing, and this causes her to blush and say, “Please stop…” Koda also adds, “You were really cool, Jirou-san,” which makes her blush deepen.

Ashido exclaims, “Look look, the dance is all in line too!” and the class watches as Ojiro uses his tail to swing around. Everyone on the dance team mentions how it was thanks to Ashido being their teacher that they were able to have fun while dancing and making this possible. Next is Deku and Aoyama’s synchronized dance, and Shouji murmurs to Tsuyu, “Wow, they are so in sync!” to which she replies, “Midoriya-chan and Aoyama-chan practiced real hard, right?”

The students continue to watch as Aoyama becomes a disco ball and the stage team starts their part of the performance with Kirishima shaving the ice that Todoroki created while Sero uses his tape, and Kirishima says, “You guys’ timing was perfect, Seroroki!”

Sero mentions that they should try this move out while doing actual hero work next time, and Todoroki agrees. As Kaminari watches himself play the guitar, he says, “Woah there…I feel like I’m gonna be super popular after this with those slick guitar moves…!” and Mineta says, “But wait did you guys see my harem dance? That was the best…!”

Jirou says, “Tokoyami, you’ve gotten super good at guitar!” and Tokoyami mentions that it’s all thanks to her.

Kirishima and Bakugou are watching the performance from a spot a little away from the rest of the class, and Kirishima smiles at Bakugou, saying, “Man, you’re great at drumming after all!” and Bakugou replies casually, “it’s just average.”

Jirou overhears their conversation and says, “No way! Your drumming was phenomenal! Your rhythm is what allowed us all to stay in sync! Thank you for taking on this role!” and Bakugou scoffs and says, “Well, you’re the one who carried the whole performance though!”

Everyone is really impressed by Jirou’s bass skills as well as her singing, and they vote for her as the Class A Cultural Festival MVP. Everyone, aside from Bakugou, smiles at her, and she blushes, saying, “What…why…”

Yaoyorozu remarks, “Jirou-san, you were shining the brightest!” and Aoyama says, “Even more than me!?☆” But he agrees that Jirou indeed deserves the MVP title.

The class asks Jirou to make a small speech. She thanks everyone for making this performance a reality, and she’s really happy that they were able to perform together.

After everyone is done eating, Sero and Kaminari tells the class that they have some cool party games planned for everyone. Most of the class are excited for what they have in store, but Bakugou feels like it’s a waste of time and gets up to leave. Kirishima tries to stop him, but Sero taunts, “Oh, you’re leaving because you don’t think you can win, right? Well that’s fine, you can go back. Even though we have a quiz specifically tailored for you, but I guess you’d fail anyway.”

This gets Bakugou angry, and he agrees to participate in Sero’s dumb quiz challenge.

The games that Sero and Kaminari have planned are for one member of each Cultural Festival team to undergo a “Can you guess the __” type of challenge. Bakugou is first up, representing the Band Team. His challenge is to differentiate between three different types of pepper spice seasoning purely by taste (called 一味 ichimi).

Bakugou sits down in front of the table that has the seasonings, and Sero blindfolds him by putting on an eye mask that has a funny grinning face on it. Deku and the others snicker at how ridiculous Bakugou looks with that eye mask on, and Bakugou gets mad, yelling, “Damnit Deku, what the hell is so funny!?” Deku replies, “Well, anyone would laugh when they see…hahah!”

Bakugou roars, “You piece of shit!” but Todoroki says calmly, “Hey Bakugou, maybe you should consider wearing a hero suit that matches that mask.” Bakugou is furious and yells, “Shut the hell up, you half and half bastard!”

The challenge then begins, and Kaminari spoon feeds Bakugou the three different spices. He surprises everyone by correctly guessing each type of spice and goes even as far to explain which company manufactures them. Kaminari and Sero are speechless, but Deku says, “I thought that Kacchan would know the difference. He’s always had a very particular sense of taste. He could even tell when sweets expired and would never eat the expired food.”

Bakugou gets mad and says, “Don’t put on that stupid face as if you know it all!” and throws the eye mask at Deku.

The next challenge is Todoroki’s turn, representing the Stage Team. His task is to figure out among three cups of brown liquid which one is soba noodle soup. The cups contain either coffee, soba noodle soup, or throat medicine, and Todoroki cannot smell or taste them before picking his answer.

Iida mentions that Todoroki often eats soba during lunch, so there’s no way he would guess incorrectly for a food that he loves. Deku says, “Good luck, Todoroki!” as everyone watches him study the cups closely. The catch is that he also has to drink from whichever cup he chooses. Todoroki decides on a cup and drinks from it, only to spit it out and say, “That…wasn’t soba noodle soup…”

Kaminari chimes in by explaining that the cup he chose was actually throat medicine. Todoroki apologizes for spitting out the throat medicine, which splurted all over Iida and Deku. They tell him not to worry as more importantly, they need to get tissues to clean up the mess. Todoroki mutters, “I don’t think I want to eat soba anymore after this…”

The next challenge is for Tsuyu, where she has to differentiate from three different types of fluffy things: Koda’s bunny, Ojiro’s tail, and Deku’s hair by touch only. As she puts on the eye mask, Koda, Ojirou, and Deku stand in front of her. When Koda offers the bunny, Tsuyu says, “it’s fluffy.” When Ojiro offers his tail, she also says, “it’s fluffy.” When Deku offers his hair, Tsuyu says, “it’s…fuzzy?” She then correctly guesses which fluffiness was which.

Kaminari and Sero then round up the results of the various challenges, and the winner ends up being Bakugou!

Bakugou says, “Obviously I would win!” but the party’s not over yet! Next up is the Personality Quiz! Sero explains that since the class is with each other practically 24/7, they should all have picked up on small details of each other. This quiz will test how well they actually know each other after all.

The first question they ask is, “What did Iida answer on his Hero Test the other day to name the three most beautiful Heroes of the past?”

The class guesses incorrectly, and the answer was that he wrote on his test “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone has their own different types of beauty.”

Baffled, Iida asks Sero and Kaminari how they even knew what he wrote on a test paper, and they explained that their accomplice, Hagakure, has been doing a bit of spying on everyone in order for them to make this quiz a reality. Hagakure apologizes for doing so, but she says that she saw it as an opportunity to also test out her hero skills too.

The next question is “What has Yaoyorozu been obsessed about lately?” Jirou answers first, saying “Oh, is it furikake (rice seasoning)?” The answer turns out to be correct, and recently, Yaoyorozu has taken a strong liking to furikake to season her rice, which makes her blush a bit.

Sero then says, “All right Kaminari, what’s the next question?”

Kaminari answers, “Okay! For the next question, what made Ojirou disappointed recently!?”

Satou guesses, “Cementoss said his effort was average?”

Shouji says, “Tetsutetsu told him his strength was average?”

Aoyama ponders, “Recovery Girl said his health was average?☆”

The correct answer is actually Ojiro changed the conditioner for his tail recently, but no one noticed. However, Hagakure sidles up to him and says, “I actually saw you looking around near the bathroom area to see if anyone noticed, haha!” and Ojiro gets red, saying, “Well if you were watching me, why didn’t you say anything…!?”

The next question was, “What was hidden in Kirishima’s elementary school yearbook!?” Kirishima panics and says, “Huh!? How did you…!” but Sero grins and says, “That’s only for me to know. But I totally could not believe what was hidden there!”

Ashido guesses, “Maybe a love letter!?”

Mineta exclaims, “A porn magazine!!”

Todoroki says, “Failed test scores?”

All three of them were incorrect. The correct answer is “a photo of him dressed up as a girl!”

Bakugou says to him, “You’re actually into that kinda stuff?”

Kirishima gets flustered and says, “Wait, you’ve got it all wrong! It was during my elementary school’s festival stage play of Cinderella where I played the Stepmother! When I left the picture at home, my mommy kept showing it to other people, so I tried to hide it!!”

Kaminari then continues with the next question, saying “Okay, so next question. Before the Cultural Festival performance, what did Uraraka mess up on!?”

Deku says, “She accidentally made herself float!?”

Iida offers, “She was too nervous she threw up!?”

Tokoyami asks, “She ate too much mochi and threw up!?”

Kaminari says they all guessed wrong and the correct answer is “she was looking for Midoriya but tripped and accidentally went into a room where Class B’s Monoma was in the middle of changing clothes!”

Ochako gets red in the face and says, “I didn’t do it on purpose!!”

Mineta comments something lewd, but Tsuyu shuts him down.

The next question is “What was the reason why Jirou and Hagakure were arguing!?”

Koda says, “Because Hagakure-san was messing with Jirou-san’s earphone jack…?”

Yaoyorozu offers, “Jirou-san accidentally stepped on Hagakure-san’s naked body?”

Mineta exclaims, “Fighting over a guy!”

The correct answer is because Hagakure tried scaring Jirou after they watched a horror film together. Ashido asked whether they actually argued, and Jirou said she got mad because when she takes a shower alone, she’s usually scared of the bathroom area anyway. So when Hagakure messed with her by causing the lights to flicker on and off and the faucet to suddenly turn on by itself, she absoutely freaked out and felt like she almost had a heart attack. Naturally, she was livid, and Hagakure says, “Sorry Jirou, your reactions were just too good!”

The next question is about Deku, and Kaminari asks, “Recently, Deku has been leaving the dorm early to meet with someone. Who is that secret someone!?” (**Note: The word they use is ‘aibiki,” which means secret date/meeting).

Deku is surprised and says, “Wait, how do you know that…?”

Mineta and Satou ask if he was secretly meeting up with a girl, and Iida says, “Midoriya-kun! Are you actually in a relationship with a girl!? You should prioritize studies first!”

Ochako is confused as she says to herself, “Aibiki? Like the type of meat?” (**Note: Ochako isn’t familiar with the word, so she thinks it’s referring to ‘aibikiniku,’ which is a combination of different types of ground meat)

Deku gets nervous and says, “No, it’s not like that…” He thinks of ways to deflect the situation without making it known that he’s actually meeting up with All Might in the morning to train his quirk, but the other classmates continue to guess.

Kirishima says, “He’s meeting with someone from the General Class!?”

Ashido says, “No way…maybe he’s meeting with someone older, like Midnight…!?”

Mineta suggests, “Maybe he’s meeting with a living thing other than a girl…!!”

All three of their guesses were incorrect, and the correct answer was that he was meeting with the Support Department’s Hatsume Mei!

Deku is relieved to know that the others have not found out about his secret rendezvous with All Might early in the morning to do training.

Bakugou snorts and says, “There’s no way that dumb nerd would ever be popular!” but Sero says, “No, Midoriya is quite popular among the ladies. Like during the Provisional License Exam when that naked upper classman got all over him.”

Deku rebutts by saying, “But that was because she was attacking me!?”

Iida then recalls how Hatsume helped Deku out when they went to the department together earlier, and after an explosion, she was also all over him. Mineta then gets lewd thoughts again, but the conversation switches to Mineta using his mogimogi hair balls and puts it on Deku’s head. Iida notes that it looks like Deku’s wearing those infamous mouse ears from “Zoo Dreamland” (aka Disneyland). Ashido mentions that she used to go to Disneyla—…Zoo Dreamland all the time when she was younger. The class chatter switches to discussing their favorite rides, attractions, and food.

The class then asks Mineta to put mogimogi balls on their heads too so they can look like they’re wearing those infamous mouse ears as well. Mineta enjoys the attention and says, “All right I guess…”

Before the party wraps up, Sero mentions that there’s one more video that they want to show to everyone. As they gather around the TV to watch, they see Aizawa on screen with a cat. As the video starts, Aizawa suddenly appears in the common room and reprimands them, asking what are they doing up so late? The video pauses on the screen.

Aizawa stops the party and tells everyone to clean up and go to their rooms. Since the party’s over, he tells Sero, Kaminari, and Hagakure to stay behind. The three students prepare themselves for a scolding, but instead, Aizawa asks them where they got this footage.

It turns out that Present Mic gave it to them after he recorded it while hiding in sight. The footage was of Aizawa trying to befriend a cat, but the cat ignores him and goes to All Might instead. Sero actually came to the faculty department before the after-party to ask for permission to show the footage, and since Aizawa wasn’t there at the time, All Might said it was okay.

However, Aizawa says he will be collecting the footage and tells the three to never discuss the contents of the video to anyone. They agree, and he sends them off on their way.

It’s been a long day, and Aizawa sighs and wonders just when he got caught up in all of this student stuff. However, although adolescence is short, that never stops them from chasing their dreams forever. Happily, while young, without sadness, sweetly, harshly…youth is a precious thing.

The light novel ends with Aizawa saying, “Good luck, everyone” with the words “the festival had ended, but even so, their bright days continue onward.”

THE END

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“You’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now,” Clypeus rumbles. It’s more of a low, furious snarl, really; Solus, just passing by, winces as the smoky tang of anger hits his nose. Skye’s there, a poisonously sweet smile curling the edges of her mouth, and Timore is there, all icy anger- he only has to look once at the nobleman that they’re loosely arranged in front of, and he can guess what exactly is happening here.

Fucking nobles. Especially because if he’s remembering right, this is the eldest Duke of Hoarton, and- ugh, he really doesn’t need to guess. Not with the man who has more mistresses than fingers on his hands, and he hasn’t even lost any fingers.

He wanders over, pasting a vaguely cheerful smile onto his expression, and drapes himself across Cly. The weight won’t do much to stop Cly from lunging, but it’ll make him second-guess the movement, and hopefully ground him as much as Skye’s hand on his arm is.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” He all but purrs, slitted eyes watching the duke with keen interest. Duke Hoarton is nasty enough, and just as foolish, but it takes a special kind of stupid to stare down three, then four witchers, and assume you’re not outnumbered.

“Duke Hoarton was giving me some tips about what to do with my beauty, and Clypeus objected,” Skye says with some amusement, darkly tinted, and Solus snorts, making sure to lend it as derisive a weight as he can. It’s just funny when he watches the duke’s ruddy face color a deep, rich beetroot, in his defense.

Then he considers his next words.

“I thought the Duke liked being on the other end of the harem?”

Silence. Solus stifles a gleeful wriggle, only watching the Duke’s mouth open and close like a cat at a mousehole, and slowly, steadily, Clypeus’ scent smooths out into something lighter.

“Those are dueling words,” the Duke warns, face red, and this time Solus doesn’t hide the way he throws back his head and cackles. Besides him, Skye giggles lightly too, and Solus throws her a wide smiles as he catches his breath, leaning heavily on Cly.

“Oh, fuck, that’s a good joke- shit, you want to pick which of us you’re going to fight? Skye probably should, as the head, but I’m fine with dueling for my words, can’t be worse than a drowner-”

The duke’s blustering again. Honestly, it’s fucking hilarious, and he could stand here all day, but Clypeus is also steadily winding tighter and tighter under his grip, so he only grins, bright and merry and cruel.

“Here’s a tip. If you’re not willing to put some steel behind your words, don’t fuckin’ drop them at all, you spineless loach. Skye, whattya say?”

“Leave him,” she hums after a moment, eyes just as bright as his. “He’ll learn his lesson better if he’s alive, after all.”

“Honored, Skye of the Cats,” the duke grits out, and Solus rolls his eyes, dragging himself off of Clypeus only to start turning him in a different direction. Skye doesn’t bother offering him the courtesy of a bow; only watches with sharp eyes as he bows and scurries into the crowd before she crowds around their other side to herd them out.

The crowd parts like water before them- an angry witcher is a sign for havoc, let alone two. The fact that they have four witchers doesn’t help.

Solus exercises enough self control to wait until they’re outside, and then he drops the smile, facing them. Cly rumbles again, and he slides an arm around his shoulders, waiting for the Wolf to draw his arms around him.

“Mistress-hunting, I’m presuming,” he says, and Skye sighs.

“Wife hunting. Disowned Aphelion or not, some nobles haven’t gotten it through their head and think my title would make a nice accessory to theirs.”

“Fuck them,” Clypeus grits out, and- ow, yeah, his arms are tightening around Solus. “Fuck them, and their lies, and disrespectful trophy-hunting bullshit-”

Solus shoots a wide-eyed look at Skye, but Timore only looks on in grim agreeance. It’s not that he disagrees. It’s just that- well. This is an interesting development now, how protective he gets, isn’t it?

Skye sees his look, and steps around to him, curling up under another arm. “Stop, Cly. It’s okay— they’re not worth your anger, okay?”

“They don’t even see you as a person,” he starts, and then falls silent as Skye presses a gentle kiss to his lips. Top marks, Solus notes idly. Very good way to make your Wolf be quiet.

“Seriously. It’s okay. While they’re out here, chasing empty titles and pointless pride, I get to be happy with all of you. I have a family I can trust, partners to trust- everything they have is built on a lie. And I’m more than strong enough to face them.”

Slowly, slowly, Cly presses his forehead against hers, and the acidic taste of his anger fades a little more.

“I know you are,” he murmurs quietly. “But it rankles all the same.”

“And that’s why we’re here as support,” Solus breaks in, now slinking up to Timore to wrap himself around the Viper and revel in his warmth in the cool night. “So you don’t go cat-mad from jealousy and start an intercontinental incident.”

“I’m not jealous,” Cly grumbles, and all of them laugh faintly- even Timore huffs out a soft laugh, the knife in his hand vanishing. “Seriously, I’m not. I just don’t like sharing.”

Solus has to pause at that, and squint at him.

“…We are in a polycule.”

Cly waves a hand at him, and Skye giggles a little, the edges of Timore’s mouth ticking up.

“That’s different. You don’t count. I trust you, I don’t trust the fucking wife-hunters.”

Solus presses a hand to his chest and playfully swoons back against Timore. “Do you hear that? He trusts us! A declaration of love so profound-”

“I take it back,” Cly deadpans over him, “you specifically are not allowed in my room-”

If Solus puts his heart into it, really puts his heart into it, he thinks he can win his way back in. That’s half the fun, anyways, charming his way back, testing out how much those beds can hold out, how much of the innkeeper’s coin goes towards good, solid products. It’s not the entire point of it, though, he thinks, as the din of their argument ebbs and falls as they wind their way back to the inn they’re lodging at for the night.

I trust you.

“I trust you too,” he says, at once, and all three of them look askance at him before Skye beams and pads over to press a kiss to his cheek, Timore grumbling less aggressively than he would otherwise.

I trust you, I love you, I’m here for you. We’re yours, and you’re ours.

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Sleep

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 2286

Content warnings - none, just lots of fluff and humor, platonic relationships

Prompt/Inspiration - AO3 request

Summary -  Mammon starts sleeping in your room at night, and you notice a peculiar habit of his.

AO3

You were a light sleeper. A very, very light sleeper.

There had been several times during your stay at the House of Lamentation when Mammon scared the living daylights out of you by crawling into your bed in the middle of the night. Eventually, you just flat out told Mammon that he had to sleep with you because you were not going to be able to rest otherwise. He stuttered and blushed and fumbled over his words, denying that he had any idea what you were talking about, but in the end, he had taken up semi-permanent residence in your room.

When you start sharing a bed with someone on a regular basis, you begin to learn a lot about them that you wouldn’t know otherwise. Like whether they hog the blankets, if they prefer sheets over thick comforters, if they snore. And you, likewise, started to notice some very peculiar traits of Mammon’s.

For example, he preferred to sleep entirely nude. Of course now that he was sleeping in your room most of the time, he made the effort to wear something. But it wasn’t unusual for him to wake up in noticeably fewer clothes than when he had fallen asleep.

One night in particular, you were about to learn yet another thing about Mammon.

————

Mammon had fallen asleep long before you, and you had stayed up to keep reading a book you had borrowed from Satan. As you got sleepier and sleepier you realized that maybe it was time you called it a night. So you rolled over to turn your lamp off, only to find that you couldn’t reach it because a certain demon of Greed was starfished on the bed, essentially trapping you in a corner.

You thought for a moment about what you should do about this situation you found yourself in. At first, you didn’t want to disturb Mammon. His sleeping face was just so cute! But you were tired. And despite the fact he looked absolutely adorable next to you now, this was the same little shit that woke you up frequently for reasons much more frivolous.

“Pssst, Mammon. Wake up,” you nudged him with your elbow. When he didn’t stir, you gave him a bit of a kick with your foot. And when he still didn’t wake up, you put your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him.

“Wassup?” he finally answered as he sat up in bed.

“Turn off the light.”

“‘K.”

Having successfully woken him up, and trusting that he could manage a light switch on his own, you rolled over, turning your back to him, preparing to go to sleep. But after a good minute or two, you realized the light was still on. So you rolled over halfway, and repeated your request.

“Mammon, the light.”

“Right. Right. Gotcha.” And with that he finally reached over to the lamp and flicked it off, before snuggling back into your blankets and curling up behind you.

————

The following morning, you were the first to wake up. You looked over to Mammon, who was still taking up a good ¾ of the bed, and you couldn’t help but smile. It really was nice waking up with someone else beside you. Even if that someone was a bed hog.

When Mammon woke up a few minutes later, it was only to find you staring at him. He blushed awkwardly as he looked away, which just made you laugh.

“Whattaya lookin’ at?”

“Oh just a cute demon, hogging the bed.”

“Oh...uh...sorry,” he replied, pulling his limbs to himself as he rolled on his side away from you.

“It’s fine. So long as you are willing to turn the light off for me,” you said, smiling and laughing softly, as you snuggled up next to Mammon, wrapping your arm around his waist and spooning him from behind.

“The light?”

“Yeah, like last night when I was reading. If you’re gonna hog the bed, then be prepared to be woken up to turn off the light.”

Mammon rolled over a little to get a better look at you, certain that you had to be teasing him or setting him up for a joke or...something. But you were just smiling at him like normal.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“I dunno whatcha talkin’ about. I didn’t turn off a light last night.”

“Umm yeah you did. You even sat up and talked to me.”

“Noooo I didn’t…” he furrowed his brow in confusion. What on earth were you trying to pull?

“Ok fine. It doesn’t matter. The deal still stands. Hog the bed, be put on light switch duty. K?” you asked, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek, something that you knew would fluster him.

“Uh yep. Got it. Light switch duty,” he said as he rolled back over to hide his face from you. Without even meaning to, he shifted back slightly so that he was pressed more fully against you, and you simply smiled and hugged him in return. You were such a brat sometimes...kissing him on the cheek like that out of nowhere. You could at least warn him. Not that he liked it or anything.

While you did find it a little odd that Mammon didn’t remember the light incident, you just wrote it off as one of those things. It’s not like it mattered whether or not he remembered, anyways.

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A few days later, you returned to your room after a study session with Satan only to find Mammon already passed out on your bed, once again leaving very little space for you. It occurred to you then that perhaps he was doing this on purpose so that you’d have to sleep practically on top of him, so you decided to have a bit of fun.

Instead of crawling over him, you climbed in next to him by the edge of your bed, and poked him in the side.

His reaction was immediate. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes...and then he just sat there.

“Mammon? You can lay back down.”

He mumbled something.

“Mammon?”, you sat up to get a better look at him. His eyes were open, but only just, and his gaze was unfocused, “You can lay down now.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whined.

“Mammon, are you still asleep?”, you had heard of sleepwalking before, but this was a whole new level of weird.

“Nooo.”

Sensing that it was perhaps better not to argue with him, you laid down in your bed and tugged on his shirt to get him to join you, “Come cuddle with me then so I can go to sleep.”

Without further complaint, Mammon complied and curled up next to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arm around your middle. It didn’t take him long at all to fall back asleep, leaving you even more certain that he must not have been fully awake to begin with.

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After that, there weren’t any more unusual episodes with Mammon for awhile, so you had almost forgotten about the whole thing.

That is until one night when you had been just about to fall asleep, and a notification came thru in your DDD. Usually you would put your device on silent when going to sleep, but tonight you had been so exhausted that you forgot. So when the notification went off - it was LOUD.

Mammon immediately sat up, dazed.

“Sorry about that,” you said, turning the sound off on your DDD.

“Fin stis.”

“Huh?”

“Den sai tis id.”

“Mammon, I think you are asleep.”

“Noooo! Am not!!!”, Mammon replied, as he started to act like he was about to get out of bed. Concerned about the sort of trouble he could get himself in while in this state you tried your best to stop him.

“Mammon, where are you going?”

He didn’t answer, but at least he stopped trying to get up.

“I think you’re asleep. Please, don’t get up.”

“I’m not asleep!” he snapped. You were surprised by the tone of voice he was using with you. Yeah he was loud and yelled a bunch, but you had never seen him actually angry with you. Not wanting to provoke him further, you decide to drop the issue and try what had worked the last time this happened.

“Ok Mammon, then just cuddle with me.”

“Fine.”

“Yeah, just lay back down with me so I can sleep.”

There was incoherent grumbling from Mammon as he wiggled back under the covers, still clearly annoyed with you for accusing him of being asleep when he knew he wasn’t.

“We can talk in the morning. Just cuddle for now.”

Once he was laying down again, you cuddled up next to him and wrapped your arm around his waist, hoping it would at least give you some warning if he would try to get up again.

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“Sooooo, Mammon. Do you remember last night?”

“Huh?” Mammon turned around to look at you from his seat on the floor by your bed. It was Saturday morning, and he was browsing Akuzon on his DDD, trying to decide what to buy with his latest modeling paycheck. You had been laying on your bed, “helping” him with his shopping by occasionally texting him suggestions that you found. They might not have been the most helpful suggestions, but at least they were making the two of you laugh.

“You yelled at me,” you said, turning off your DDD and turning your head to look at Mammon.

“Whattya talkin’ about?? Why would I yell at you??”

“Because I told you that you were sleeping.”

“You’re makin’ that up.”

“Mammon, have you ever had trouble with sleepwalking?” you were genuinely curious if perhaps some of the things he got accused of were the result of him wandering the House of Lamentation unconsciously in the middle of the night.

“Huh?! No! Of course not! What are ya trying to pull? Seriously, is this like a joke or somethin’?”

“No, I’m telling you - you got woken up by a notification on my DDD, and when I tried to get you to go back to sleep, you yelled at me.”

“There’s no way that happened. I woulda remembered it.” Mammon eyed you suspiciously. He was sure this had to be a prank of some sort, though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what the punch line would be. Why were you being so insistent?

“Well it did,” you mumbled under your breath. If he was going to be so stubborn, you were just going to have to prove it to him. The next time - you were going to catch it on video.

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Not wanting to wait until Mammon would have one of his “episodes” on his own, you decided you’d have to try to trigger one yourself. Based on your observations, you needed to wait until he was *just* asleep, and then wake him suddenly - either a moderately loud noise, or a forceful movement.

So the following night, you made sure your DDD was fully charged...and you waited.

It didn’t take long for Mammon to pass out. You had made sure he spent the day running around the Devildom taking you shopping, and doing other “date” things, just to wear him out. And since this was Mammon, it took a LOT to wear him out. If it wasn’t for the fact you were on a mission, you’d probably have nodded off yourself long ago.

You pulled out your DDD, turned on your camera to record video…and then delivered a swift kick to Mammon’s butt.

As expected, Mammon sat up almost immediately.

“Hey Mammon.”

“Mmmm?”

“Are you asleep?”

“Nooo,” he whined. You snickered at his response. This was going perfectly.

“I need you to do something for me in the morning.”

“Sure, whattttayaaa want?”

“Can you make me breakfast?”

“Sure.”

“So what are you going to do in the morning?”

“Everryyythinnnn.”

“Are you going to make me breakfast?”

“That’s part of everrryyythinnn’.”

By now you were having a difficult time maintaining your composure. You only just managed to keep your DDD steady enough to get a decent video. You hadn’t tried talking to Mammon this much the other times, and were surprised at how long he was able to keep this up. Seeing as you had nothing to lose, you decided to keep going.

“Can you say it for me in a complete sentence? What are you going to do in the morning?”

“Breakfast and bugggsss.”

“What?”

“Breakfast and bugggsss.”

“Bugs?”

“Yesh.”

“So one more time, what are you going to do in the morning?”

“Killlll everythinnnn’.”

That was apparently your breaking point, and you had to cover your mouth to stop the loud squeals of laughter that weren’t threatening to escape. This had gone far more perfectly than you ever could have imagined. There was no way he was going to be able to deny this now. Imagining how red his face would get as you showed him the video had you giggling even harder.

Pausing your recording, and safely tucking away your DDD, you decided that you had had enough fun for the night and that it was time to give poor Mammon a break and let him rest.

“Ok Mammon, will you come cuddle with me now?”

“Fiiinnneee,” he said, slumping down onto the bed and rolling over so he could snuggle up to your side. You really had exhausted him that day, so he deserved a bit of rest. Gently combing your fingers through his hair, you thought about how exactly you were going to make use of this video as you drifted off to sleep.

Based on this conversation with my husband -

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Top 5 Character Deaths That Made Me Side-Eye the Writers

There are a lot of character deaths in TWDG... obviously. It a series about the literal dead walkin’ around and eating people, so as you’re playing, one of your favorite characters is bound to meet such a fate. To give this series credit, it does have quite a few well-executed deaths that, while I hate them, they have a purpose in the story that works. 

The best example of this is Lee’s death-- we all hate that Lee dies, but it’s well-done. It serves its purpose, it acted as both a shock and a slow-burn for the player, and left us all an emotional mess. 

However, we’re not talking about the “good” deaths today. No, we’re talking about the character deaths that are poorly executed, cheap, lazy, and just plain dumb... they’re the deaths that make me side-eye the writing team and wonder what the fuck happened there. 

By the way, it was reeeeeeal fun narrowing it down to only five deaths, because it seems like for every great death, there’s at least two bad ones.

5. Mariana and her death that ruined ANF’s potential story

I’ve talked at length about Mariana’s death and how much I hate it. Like, I get it TWDG... you love your sudden deaths and you’re so edgy for killing off a child character because you’ve never done that before... but maybe consider things a little further before pulling the trigger?

Yeah, killing off Mariana the way they did got a reaction outta people when it happened, and we got the burial scene if you stayed with Clementine... but you didn’t consider the future of this storyline? You pretend you did by name dropping Mari when it’s convenient, but then throw it out the window when it comes to characters like David or Gabe.

Listen, I know that ANF is a mess and what’s the point in telling the mess that it’s a mess? Well, I’m still annoyed at the writers for wasting the biggest opportunity for this game’s story, something that could’ve saved it from being a mess.

And I get it, you gotta make a death quota, so instead of killing Mariana off... why not kill Kate off instead? Oh no? We don’t get the stupid love triangle that no one actually enjoys or is engaged in?

Instead of this dumb story about Javi falling in love with his sister-in-law but oh no David’s back.... we could’ve had a story about Javi losing Kate and being left to care for two children by himself. Mariana and Gabe are all he has left, and he going to do whatever he can to keep them safe all while the three of them are mourning Kate.

Then David comes back, and he immediately takes these kids away from Javi.

There is no stupid storyline with Kate, but an actual conflict between two brothers who were never on the same page and two kids caught in the middle.

Plus, Mariana herself as a character really could’ve brought something to the table. She could’ve brought out a lot in David’s character since she seems to be more like Javi.

Her death is just... annoying. It’s frustrating when you know they could’ve told a better story with her alive, something ANF desperately needed.

My side-eye is one of disappointment and annoyance.

4.Luke and his easily preventable drowning

Ugh.... where to even begin? 

Luke really just gets butchered as a character throughout the second half of S2, and the writers end up demolishing the set up they placed at the beginning of the season for a Luke vs Kenny thing. 

Why? Well, Luke vs Kenny was the initial ending they were gonna go with, but because this season went through all kinds of bullshit, they scrapped that and replaced Luke with Jane... and it’s so dumb.

Hell, it kind of ruins a lot. Not only did it ruin Luke, a character that many players loved, but it forces the new character of Jane, who we only get two episodes to get to know, so they can fade Luke out. 

But that’s not all. 

His death is so... ugh. It’s stupid, okay? Stupid and easily preventable, but noooo... we gotta kill Luke off for reasons because all we know is that S1 killed off a lot of characters and we’re gonna do that again but worse because we failed to understand what made those deaths impactful in the first place. 

Lots of character death and despair = good game. 

Yep, uh-huh. Okay. 

So we all know that Luke’s leg is hurt, yeah? Great, so you’d think that the group that has an injured man and a new born baby would be extra cautious and go around the frozen lake. Yeah, Arvo says that it’s safe but let’s not take any chances. 

But no. We gotta go across like a group of dingdongs and whattya know-- the ice begins to crack beneath Luke’s feet. Now, even here, we coulda got him outta there safely... if Bonnie wasn’t a dingus. 

Think about it. If we shot the walkers who were coming towards Luke with all their weight, he could’ve slowly scooted away, even if he’s already fallen through. BUT NO. Bonnie either guilts Clementine into going towards him, adding more weight to the already fragile ice as Luke tells her to stop, or Bonnie will go over there herself... and she’s a full grown woman soooo her weight breaks the ice. 

Good job, you dipsticks. 

When you have to make your characters into morons in order to move the plot along and kill off characters....maybe do some rethinking, yeah? 

 3. Mitch and his shock-value death

This death is so dumb... so incredibly, dumb. Even now, I can’t help but give full side-eye to the writers every time one of them tries to justify this death. 

I’m sorry, but this death didn’t have the impact you wanted it to have. And because there’s always someone who says, “Mitch didn’t die for shock value, you just can’t tell the difference between a good and bad death” lemme tell you a thing. 

What was the point of killing of Mitch? Well, according to those who worked on TFS, it was to show that Lilly and the delta are serious. This is when shit gets real, and when Lilly is established as a bad bitch who will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. We should be scared of her now. 

Except no. 

This scene doesn’t tell me that Lilly is a bad bitch. It tells me that she has good reflexes, and going off her reaction after killing Mitch.... I’m not fucking scared of this dumbass. If anything, this scene says more about Mitch than it does Lilly. It says that Mitch is also a dumbass for running at her like he did. 

Y’know what would’ve been more impactful? If Mitch didn’t immediately get stabbed in the throat, but instead, actually got her on the ground and struggled with Lilly. Then, Lilly gets the upper hand and when you think she’s about to send Mitch to the cart, she fucking murders him in front of everyone to prove a point. 

There’s no remorse, it’s slow enough for Lilly to actually process what’s happening and show that she does know what she’s doing. That would scare me. That would show me that these people aren’t fucking around and they’re willing to kill some of them if that means getting the rest for their army. 

You still get your shock value death but it actually does something other than kill a character off. 

I’m really supposed to believe this is the same Lilly who can order to have Louis’ tongue cut off? 

But it doesn’t end there. No, no... there’s another part to Mitch’s death that annoys me, and it’s how insistent everyone was that his death is going to have a greater impact on the second half of the story. It had a purpose within the story, we did it for a reason.

...I mean, it has an impact on Willy and his arc for the second half. 

But that’s it. 

Oh... oh, what’s that? Oh, you were referring to those throwaway lines about Tenn? “He was screwing up again, just like when he got Mitch killed.”

OOOOOH.... I see, that’s what Mitch’s death was really amounting to... some lines dealing with whether or not AJ shot Tenn. Well, I guess I was wrong. Mitch’s death wasn’t just shock value. It really had a big purpose. In fact, Mitch’s death has the biggest impact on the series. Fuck Marlon and Brody’s deaths, and Lilly and James, and hell, fuck Tenn’s death, too. They’re meaningless compared to Mitch’s death. You did it, guys. You really did it. 

....Okay, I’m done. I’m just... salty, I fully admit. 

Being serious again, Mitch’s death is probably the worst in TFS as far as unpreventable deaths go and the real reason I side-eye the writers is because they tried to tell us it was going to have this huge impact in the future and it just... didn’t. 

2. Nick and his offscreen death.

I’m sorry, but what the fuck happened here? Why- what are you- how the hell did this happen??

I’m actually baffled. 

Someone wrote this. 

They set up at the end of ep3 that Nick is shot.... then ep4 comes and we find him like this. I just... did someone on the writing staff not wanna do their job that day? Someone was working on the story and at the last minute forgot Nick was a character, so they were like “Eh, he’s not important anyway, and it adds to the shittiness of everything so we’ll pretend this was 100% intentional.” 

Nick was one of your more interesting characters and you really thought killing him off like this was the way to go, huh? 

Like, his first death is shitty, but in the very least it kind of makes sense. 

But this? 

This is horrible. If I wrote this, I’d be embarrassed. 

I just... I’m so tired of S2 right now. 

This is at #2 because it’s just lazy, bad writing. At least with Luke, Mitch, and Mariana, we got to see their deaths and they had some, even if just a little, impact on the story afterward. 

But Nick? 

Nothin’.

Even Luke, who is the closest person to Nick, name drops him maybe twice? It’s just.... nothing. 

And yeah, you can come at me with the “oh well not every death has to have meaning!” 

This is a story, okay? This is a story crafted with characters who have arcs by people who wanted it to be a success, and usually that means having satisfying conclusions.... or, intentionally unsatisfying if that acts as a natural conclusion to their story or is a reoccurring theme. 

Nick’s death is just the writers falling flat on their faces and hoping no one would notice. 

1. Sarah and both of her shitty deaths. 

Ugh. UGH.

Okay. 

I’m not even side-eyeing anymore-- I’m fully glaring.

I don’t have to tell you how shitty both of Sarah’s deaths are. We all played S2, we all know that no matter what you do, Sarah dies in ep4. You can try to save her, she lives a little bit longer, and then falls to her death... and both deaths have her being devoured alive by walkers. 

Now, this is enough to annoy me. First off, I guess my choices don’t really matter. Sure, you can justify this as one of those “sometimes you can’t save someone, no matter how hard you try” ...and fine. Sure, if they had bothered to execute that point well, then great. 

But I disagree that the writers had that in mind when they were killing Sarah off. 

In fact, I know what what going on in their brains-- “God, can’t wait to kill Sarah off! Give us any reason to do it! She’s so damn annoying!”

The writers have openly admitted that a lot of the team were just waiting to kill Sarah off, waiting for any reason, so when the major part of the community who take everything at surface level because why think? kept complaining about Sarah, they jumped on the opportunity to kill her off.... but the deaths are dumb.

Listen, this isn’t like when the writers planned on killing Lee off. You can plan a death and even be excited about it because you’re excited about the story and execution of it all. You can be excited to see the heartbreaking end of this character’s story that you crafted because you know you put everything you had into it.

These deaths were lazy and the product of a team who didn’t care about the character. Sarah dies and no one cares. 

Sure, you leave her to die the first time and Jane does her thing about how you can’t save everyone, she talks about Jaime, and then Luke exposes himself as the fake Luke by agreeing that leaving Sarah behind was probably the right thing. Like what?

Now as much as I hate that first one, the second one is even worse. 

For some reason, Sarah is standing in the corner while they’re trying to fight off the walkers instead of being inside with Rebecca... y’know, where she would be if this was logical. 

Then the deck breaks and Sarah falls, trapped under a pile of wood. Jane, despite being the one who sees Sarah as a liability, goes down there to try and help her after Clementine begs her to. 

But because the writers don’t know what they’re doing, Jane gets hit by a random piece of wood and can’t get Sarah out in time, leaving her to be eaten alive by walkers. 

Then AJ is born and no one cares about Sarah ever again. 

I just.... 

Could’ve had an interesting story arc with a character who just lost her father in such a gruesome way, a character that already deals with anxiety and other problems that you never bothered to explain other than “she isn’t like Clementine” and you could’ve had her grow. 

But I guess that would’ve taken effort.... and screen time away from Kenny, and god forbid we ever do that. 

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Honorable Mentions

-Ava falling to her death in the most comedic way possible, made even more hilarious by David’s two seconds of mourning. -Omid.... because hope is dead. Do you get it? Hope? is dead? Because Omid means hope? Do you get it?? -Honestly you could put most of S2′s deaths on this list because oh my god. -Ben because I’m still a salty bitch.  -I also wanna add Louis and Violet’s deaths on the bridge mostly because they die, Clem is sad for two seconds, Tenn says sorry, and then no one cares. Yeah, yeah, they mourned off screen and I call that lazy bullshit. -Hell, throw Tenn’s death on here, too, for similar reasons-- no one but Louis/Violet and AJ seem to care. Even Clementine is like “whatever” after it happens. 

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Y’know, picking this one seemed like a good idea at the time, but by now I’m just annoyed by all these dumb deaths. So, what are your thoughts? Are there any deaths that make you question the writers that didn’t end up on the list? Do you agree or disagree with my list? Lemme know, we can have a friendly discussion about it. 

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 Favorite Louis Moments

[ryosei-hime]

Harvest Moon Hoe-Down

Before the Pain Games comes the Harvest Moon Hoe-Down and Blitz gets into a self-imposed dance off with STolas as both give line-dancing a shot for the first time. I'm not the best at writing dancing but this is as good an excuse to give it a shot as any! The idea for the two dancing at a Harvest Moon Festival goes to my friend @ernmark. Also available on AO3.

“Okay, Boss, remember you gotta start with your weight on your left foot,” Millie was instructing. “And pay attention to the caller. You don’t wanna go down at a Harvest Moon Hoe-Down. Ain’t nobody worried about getting their boots bloody around here.” 

“Yeah, I got it, Millie. I think I can handle this honky tonk bullshit.” 

“You’ve already got the boots for it,” Moxxie replied with a smug look. 

“Hey, whattya know, you’re right!” Blitz exclaimed, holding a foot up. “Never even thought about that.” 

Moxxie looked disappointed at his insult’s failure to land, joining Millie as the band started warming up. 

“You sure you don’t wanna go over the calls again, Blitz?” 

Blitz waved Millie away. 

“I got it already. Go have fun and try to keep Moxxie out of trouble.” 

He winked at her as she moved away, Moxxie pulling her along faster.

“Isn’t this just thrilling, Blitzy?”

Blitz groaned at the sound of Stolas’ voice as he took up the spot next to him. 

“You come here every year. How is this new to you?”

“Well, I’ve never danced before. I’m usually presiding.”

Imps were staring at Stolas in surprise as they moved around him, giving him a wide berth. 

“Don’t like mingling with the peasants?”

“It’s not appropriate, but, well, I’ve had a tendency to do a lot of inappropriate things lately.” 

He put a hand to his chest as he leaned down to smirk directly in Blitz’s face. He rolled his eyes and turned to face the front as people started taking their formations. 

“You have someone give you the rundown or am I gonna end up tangled in those daddy long legs as usual?” 

Stolas hid a small laugh behind his hand.

“I attend balls with far more complex dance steps. I believe I’m quite capable of taking simple direction.” 

Blitz shrugged with a look of amusement. 

“Suit yourself. Good luck.” 

As the dance started, Blitz tried to keep his focus on his feet. It wasn’t as easy as Stolas made it out to be and part of him wanted to see the royal fail at this redneck shit. He spared a glance or two in Stolas’ direction to make sure he didn’t actually end up getting taken down with him if he tripped. 

Much to his ire, Stolas performed the steps he did get much smoother than he was himself. There were a few less direct calls that were lost on him, but he seemed to pick them up once he’d seen the rest of dancers do it once. Blitz felt the competitive buzz already worked up from hearing about the Pain Games take hold of him. 

He upped his game, trying to add some more flair to the moves, drawing from the kind of dancing he did at clubs in the city. That seemed to have caught Stolas’ eye and he grinned, doing a bit of the same. He added in more elegant motions as he stepped and slid. Every turn seemed to bring him just close enough to brush his tail across Blitz’s legs.

Trying to throw him off, huh? Blitz wouldn’t back down that easy. He slid closer if anything until they were almost right on top of each other as they moved, Blitz in front of Stolas just enough to keep them from tripping. For a while. 

Eventually, Blitz managed to trip over his own toe and almost went down. Stolas caught him by the hand and spun him like a top before pulling him in close. His other hand went around his waist as he used it to guide him back into the steps. After a bit of stumbling along, Blitz managed to get into the flow of this impromptu partnered version of a line dance. 

He felt a little light on his feet as Stolas took the lead, guiding him with gentle pressure here and there, never pulling or dragging. He made it so they flowed together like water. Blitz was so impressed that he forgot to be pissed off that he’d effectively lost this dance off for the moment.

When they came to a stop, Stolas turning Blitz on his toes one more time, there was a strange roar in his ears. It took him a moment to realize it was the whooping and cheering of wrath imps all around them. Oh, right, the rest of the whole fuckin ring. 

“All right, you win,” Blitz huffed, pushing at Stolas’s arms and extracting himself.

“Were we competing?” Stolas asked innocently.

Blitz fumed. He wouldn’t even acknowledge him as competition? Pompous ass. Had to be good at everything. Stolas looked confused now. He reached out to touch his shoulder, but he jerked away. 

“I gotta get ready for the Pain Games,” he stated, puffing up a bit. “Why don’t you get back to your presiding?” 

He stomped off as Millie and Moxxie approached, watching in curiosity as he pushed by them. Stolas just watched him go, looking lost as imps milled about him.

[sleepy-timewriting]

Ice Rink Dating

Kiyotaka x Mondo

The discord I'm in inspired me to write this, thanks y'all

Warnings: light swearing

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"Wah, Mondo!" Kiyotaka exclaimed. His legs flew out from underneath him as he fell onto the ice below. He slid backwards as he gritted his teeth in pain. Mondo skated over to his boyfriend, and held his hand out to him. "You ok?" He asked, concerned. Kiyotaka grabbed his lovers hand and struggled to stand up, his ice skates shaking beneath his weight.

Kiyotaka had seen an ad for a yearly opened ice skating rink on his boyfriend's phone, and asked if he had wanted to go. Mondo had remembered how his brother used to bring him ice skating when he was a child. He hadn't gone in years, and had wanted to try it again, but the memories he had were almost holding him back from going. Plus, he had no one to go with, since there was no way he was going alone. Going with his boyfriend, however, was an opportunity to make new memories doing something he had once enjoyed. He agreed and they went the next day. Kiyotaka had been glad to just be with Mondo, and to try something new. Holiday break was the perfect time, since he had already finished his homework. Being there in person was a different story, however, and he slightly envied the other people who were gliding gracefully across the ice.

"I'm alright," Kiyotaka sighed, "this is much more difficult than I first assumed." Mondo grabbed his hand. "it take's gettin' used to," he pulled Kiyotaka alongside him, "I wasn't any good at it when I was a kid either, but now look at me!" He let go of Taka's hand and skated around him, showing off with a smug smile on his face. Of course he was only half serious, but still. "I-I know that," Kiyotaka stammered, still nervous of falling, "I have always known that practice is one of the sole reasons that all should do to become proficient in what they wish to achiev-" his speech was cut off as his foot suddenly slid forward, causing him to trip and fall again. Mondo skated back over to his clumsy lover, and hoisted him back up onto his feet again. "You really are strugglin' with this, ain't ya?" He moved his hand to Kiyotaka's side, and held his other hand, pulling him close to his side. "There. Now you should be able to keep up, Sweetheart~," he smiled cheekily at his boyfriend (who's face was now engulfed in a red hue), and skated forward.

They continued to skate together, holding each other close together, so whenever Mondo could feel Kiyotaka start to stumble, he could catch him everytime. As the sky turned to an peach-blush color, and more people had left the rink, the two were still there. Kiyotaka looked to the sky, thinking about how it was getting late, but he saw the smile on Mondo's face, and his pale cheeks became darker again, as he tightened the grip on his left hand. "Hey, whattya lookin' at?" Mondo asked, grinning as Kiyotaka realised he had been staring. He immediately looked away, "I was just..." He mumbled the last part, "admiring you..." he looked out if the corner of his eye, and saw Mondo's equally red face. "O-oh..." Mondo stuttered, his confidence escaping him. "Oh dear, I didn't make you uncomfortable, did I?" Kiyotaka asked, realizing they were both slowing down to a stop.

"Nah, you're ok," Mondo said, staring into Kiyotaka's eyes, "I'm just wondering how you're so damn cute," he smiled again, as Taka began to stammer out rebuttals to his compliment. The two just stood in the middle of the ice, as snow began to fall. The last few people had left, and Mondo realized they'd probably be leaving soon as well. He started to lean down to Kiyotaka, and Kiyotaka fell silent as he did. He leaned in as well, and the two shared a short, but sweet, kiss. When they pulled away, they just stared at each other. "Well, I..." Kiyotaka broke the silence, "I think we should head back to the dormitory." Mondo sighed, "yeah, I guess we should head back sometime," Mondo looked up to the sky, "it looks like its gonna pick up soon." "Exactly!" Kiyotaka let go of Mondo's gloved hand, and started to skate to the exit, "We've been out here for quite a long time, I would hate if one of us got sick because we neglected our health! We should, at the very least try to get home as soon as possible!" "Yo, Taka," Mondo said, causing Taka to turn to him, "You're skating on your own."

Kiyotaka looked down at himself in astonishment. "I am? I am!" Kiyotaka exclaimed excitedly, until he started to slip again. Surprisingly, he caught himself, and smiled even wider. Mondo snapped a picture of the scene on his phone, happy he was able to catch it. As the two finally left the rink, they both were happy that they were able to have such a wonderful experience, and even more happy they experienced it together.

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Cough, cough gay Cough

[sleepdeprivedheretic]

O Captain, My Captain!

Notes: I have no excuse. Check out Taishispit on Tumblr, they’re good with requests and in general, and helped me realize that I needed some more sub! Mixed in with dom! Tai-chan :3  

Setting: Male! reader as a fox hybrid, is entranced with Tai-chan, captain of the guard, thus sparking reader’s bright idea of courting the blonde. With a misunderstanding that could easily be avoided with words, said blonde surprises reader by breaking into his home to finally give him what they both want.

Warnings: Porn with some angst and hurt with comfort and fluffy plot. Mainly an excuse to try writing different things than my usual writing style <3

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    You yipped in surprise on how easily he had lifted you, pinning your back against the wall as he grinded his dick against yours, kissing you rather roughly in fervor. You whined, locking your legs around his waist as his hands dug further into the cheeks of your ass, keeping you lifted and pinned as your tail swished.

A year. You’ve been wasting your time and efforts onto him for a whole year when you’ve first seen him. He was beautiful, large, round and buff, and having enough at being alone, you’ve decided that you wanted the captain of the guard, of all people, to be your mate.

“Is this what you’ve been wantin’? You desperate slut?” He growled out into your sensitive ear, and you couldn’t help but choke out a needy whine as your legs widened, letting him in closer to rough up your sensitive thighs and leaking cock. You weren’t expecting this, but yes, this is what you’ve been wanting.

You knew that instead of being flattered by your gifts of raw fish, berries, and other useful things, he was annoyed and baffled. You didn’t miss a day from your courting, making sure that he knew that you were available, and would provide the things that he could ever need or want. It wasn’t easy, at first. He would brush you off, make excuses to go elsewhere, and ignore you.

Oh, you would not have that at all, and were pretty determined. Not a day would you miss to hunt him down. You were generous with words, gifts, and let your tail brush up against him, having him smell like your scent, never failed in making your dick twitch with need in the late hours of the night in your home.

Brick by brick, you’ve carved your way towards him, loving and hurting by the chase. You were rewarded with your efforts, though. You’d start earning flustered blushes, constant looks, and even small pats of affection. He’d eventually opened up to you, breaking the wall of ice between the two of you. It made you so damned happy, that you tried to win him over, even harder.

 Of course, the dam had to finally break. It took you a long time for you to realize, that he didn’t know that you were courting him. He just thought that you were an obsessive weirdo, your thoughts took towards a bleak turn. He didn’t return your feelings, he would probably be glad that his obsessive stalker had finally left.

So, one day, you just didn’t show up at the training grounds. Your usual, peppy presence wasn’t there to greet him or the guards, nor were you there to basically fawn over the Tsundere captain as he would blush furiously or snark at you. You’ve decided that finally, your heart can’t take enough of the pleasurable pain that it has been enduring for a whole year and some months, and you had decided to just keep to yourself. Maybe move away to another village and never think about your heartache ever again.

Imagine to your surprise, that the door to your little makeshift house had slammed open with a violent fervor. The person of your woes and dreams standing there, looking at you with such a heated and annoyed expression, that you couldn’t help but feel your dick begin to stir to life.

“So, ya had enough of me, is that it? Couldn’t get whattya wanted, n’ now you’re bored?” He all but hissed, and your eyes widened with surprise. Where did that come from? He cut the space between the both of you, leering down at you with a hurt and angry expression, and you opened your mouth to say something, but couldn’t, for he gripped the back of your head, and basically slammed it against his into a rough, dirty kiss.

So here you were now, him chucking off his and your clothes, rutting up against your own arousal with an angry, aroused fervor as he held you up against the wall. Although not entering you, he changed the position of his dick to where it was sliding against your hole, the hot head and precum stimulating your twitching entrance as he bucked his hips, gripping you tightly as he growled into your ears.

“Bet your greedy hole’ll suck me in, huh? That’s whattya wanted from the start, right? Have it fucked n’ filled?” You didn’t know if he was just talking dirty, but you found yourself half-caring, liking the way that he was finally getting the hint. Of course, you need to stress to him that you’re wanting just more than that.  

“I-I want you to be my mate, as well! ‘S why I’ve been courting you.” You grunted, and he slowed, leaning his forehead against yours, as if reading your expression.

“You have, haven’t you? Right from the start. Kami, I’m such a dumbass. I’m gonna fuck you stupid. Ya like that idea?” He growled out, and you hastily nodded. He pushed you into his chest, fully carrying your weight as he searched for your bedroom. With some frantic ramblings on where it is, he put you down, only to turn you around, having your face and hands shoved against the wall, ass higher in the air instead of you on your actual bed.

“Ya have any oil?” He grunted out, liking the way your tail kept swishing wildly with want as you peeked up at him almost with shyness.

“There’s some herbal oil in the cupboard. It should work.” Was all you said before he left hastily, but not before a gruff “stay” as you complied. It didn’t take too long, much to your surprise. He was already back with the small round wooden jar. You admit, looking at the angry red erection that he was sporting, both scared and excited you.

“Ready?” He grunted out. You nodded, hugging close to the wall, while he spread your legs, opening the jar, and rubbing generous a generous amount of the oil onto his fingers, staring at your hole and leaking cock with want.

You let out a little yip of surprise as you felt a cool finger trace your entrance, swirling around the hole before finally entering with little resistance.

“Ya know,” He began talking as he massaged your tight insides gently. “why I’m so pissed?” You shuddered at his cool tone, shaking your head.

“Some work buddies said that a certain little fox was gettin’ bored, an’ was gonna find somebody to fuck ‘cause I wouldn’t do it to him. First I tried to brush it off,” He said, tone getting darker as he scissored you now with two fingers, slowly and yet gently opening you up, despite his scowl.

“then, images keep poppin’ in my head that you’re out fuckin’ getting stuffed with somebody else’s dick, n’ it just pissed me off to no end. So I came to a realization.” He continued as four fingers were opening you up nice and wide, his other hand cupping your balls, squeezing them gently. You jolted as his face pressed against your hole where his fingers were.

“W-what’s tha-O-oh!” You cried as a hot, wet warm tongue began to prod your entrance, along with his fingers.

“Tai-chan, that’s dirty!” You all but squealed, and he chuckled, ignoring you as he began tugging at your dick, your precum smearing all over his hand and dripping onto the floor as your arms tried their best to hold yourself up against the wall. Your knees felt weak at the gentle prodding that he was doting onto you, and you found your hips bucking along with his fingers as he finally had hit that special spot within you that made you see galaxies.

“T-Tai-chan! I’m gonna-!” You bucked into his tight grasp, keening as his pace sped up, your face pressed against the wall as you let him fuck you with his fingers and tongue as he was jerking you off in a rather fast pace. You stilled as you spurted all over your wall, leaving a trail of a white messy goop to clean up, afterwords. Right now, your head was in the clouds of your high, and you felt relieved, but still empty.  

“You’re mine, and only mine.” He growled out after a few moments of silence, breaking away from your entrance as he stood up. You groaned at the loss of the contact, already missing the feeling of being full, and shuddered on how such words that you’ve been wanting to hear had impacted you.

You looked behind you, being greeted by the sight of him rubbing the oil on his dick as he stared at you with a feral, hungry expression. You swallowed thickly, unsure of how it will fit, and was the wall really a good idea?

“Don’t worry, Dumplin’, I’ll hold ya up so that you won’t fall.” He reassured you, and you relaxed a little.

“W-why can’t we just use the bed?” You stuttered.

“Ya wanna use the bed? Alright.” He pulled you up, your legs shaking from standing up for too long, and he gave you a mock sympathetic look that hardly masked his hunger and glinting pride.

“Poor thing. You’re not use to this, aren’t you?” He cooed as you flopped onto the bed, your shaking knees resting far apart while he crawled in between them.

“Shoulda realized shit, sooner, huh? Yer a handsome thing, so pretty n’ soft.” He murmured, his nicer behavior was sharply contrast against his rough, dominant one as he smoothed over one of your ears, and then brushing over your tail, liking the way the soft appendage waved at the attention. He wasn’t done, kissing your trembling thighs softly, sucking lightly on the soft flesh as you whimpered out, only for him to hum and smooth down your legs with his palm, kissing your knees gently, relaxing you further.  

“Tai-chan.” You whimpered out.

“What is it, Sweetling?” He purred at your almost desperate look.

“Can I bite you? Claim you as my mate, now?”

“Oh? Is that how ya do it? I can’t bite ya back, not in the way you can, but I’ll mark up yer skin everyday. Yeah, go ahead. Make me yours.” He hummed as he exposed his neck. Sure, he didn’t have scent glands like your kind, did, and his teeth weren’t sharp enough to claim yours, but you’ll make it work. He’s your human, after all.

“I’ve never did this, you know. It lasts for life, are you okay with that?” You found yourself asking, and he looked at you with surprise, and then a dark, heavy look in which surprised you.

“So foxes mate fer life?”

“Yes?”

“Hm. So...this is your first experience?” He leered at you in such as way, you swallowed thickly.

“Shut up.” You growled out in annoyance, and he chuckled lowly, sending embers further down your spine.

“Fuck. Come here n’ bite me, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you into yer mattress, soon.” He growled out, as he pulled you up onto his lap, exposing his neck. You weaved your fingers through his, squeezing gently as you licked at the exact spot in which you wanted to bite as a foreshadowing on what was about to come. Then, you bit him. He stilled with shock as your fangs pierced the skin, drawing blood as you hastily cleaned it up, trying to make it quick and as less messy as possible.

“I’m sorry, Taishiro.” You murmured out his name as your thumb rubbed against his palm apologetically. He hummed gently, pleased by your affections.

“Don’t worry about it, Handsome. So sweet to me, as always.” He purred, kissing your cheek, and then your lips gently as he leaned you back down.

“Are ya ready for the main course?” He asked. You nodded. Kissing you, he made sure that you had a pillow underneath your hips, as well as loosened before he added some extra oil onto his dick, eyeing your expression closely. You nodded, and he guided himself to your entrance. It was a slow process, him sliding into you gently, stilling whenever you tensed, him reminding you to relax as he kissed you softly. It was a whole other contrast from earlier, but you loved the softer side of him, too.

You felt so full and stretched, and noticed that his dick was resting on the spot in which drove you crazy. You felt so taken care of.  

  He leaned down, slotting himself against your own body, your own cock and nipples rubbing against his stomach and chest, as his forehead rested against yours, hands intertwined.  

“Lemme take care of you, alright? You deserve this.” He murmured, kissing you softly as you couldn’t help but keen at the affection as your tail brushed up against him.

“I feel full.” You opted, instead, and he grinned, rocking his hips ever so slightly at your prostate, causing you to let out a choked sound.

“T-Taishiro~!” You couldn’t help it.

“Faster?”

“Fuck me into the mattress like you said.” You demanded, and hoisting your right leg over your shoulder, he sunken even deeper as he then complied. You couldn’t think, all you could do is feel and look at his face. Biting his lip, brows furrowed, he looked as if he was trying not to come inside of you, just yet, but you paid that no mind, you were feeling him just hit that spot over and over again as his hips snapped to meet yours in a desperate fervor. Your dick bobbed from the movements, leaking precum onto everything as you began panting out his name, feeling tears and drool frothing from you as your hips tried to meet his faster movements.

Your bedding shook violently at his movements as your brain went blank. You weren’t going to last, long, but neither was he. Taking the hint, his hand wrapped around your dick, jerking it off to the animistic thrusting of his hips.  

“So! Fuckin’ tight!” He growled into your ear, nipping at the furred shell as your mind faltered.

“I’m gonna-! Taishiro!” You found yourself shouting out as white enveloped your vision, your body spasmed as you came onto his hand and the both of your chests and your hole tightened.  

“Damn!” He as well called out your name, hips sloppily faltering as he shot his load inside of you. You groaned at the hot seed coating your raw insides, thighs tightening their grip around him as he stilled, back arched as he gripped your hands tightly. He rolled you on top of him, collapsing as the both of you breathed heavily, the aftershocks still coming into the both of you like waves. You groaned, realizing that he was lazily still rocking his hips, burying his seed deeper within you.

After what seemed to be a millennia, his dick softened as he gingerly pulled out of you, the both hissing at the loss of contact. You felt his essence leak out of you, and you honestly didn’t hate the strange feeling. He started kissing you gently, bringing you back to reality.

“Are you okay, Baby?” He hummed out the question as his hands smoothed over your ruffled ears, then sliding gently down to your back, rubbing soothing circles as he stared at you with a concerned look. You kissed him.

“You’re amazing. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Darlin’, but I don’t think we’re done, here.” He didn’t hesitate the words, and you crooned.

“What do you mean?”

“Your turn. You wanna fuck me, right?”

“Make love, actually.” Your heartbeat sped up at the thought, finally getting to have him underneath you. He kissed you.

“Sap. Get me ready, alright?” He smiled, and you grabbed the jar that he’d set aside, thrilled at the aspect.

You didn’t waste much time, giving him the same gentle treatment that he’d given you, returning the little kisses on the inside of his thigh and knees as he looked at up at you with such a soft expression.

“Always been so good to me, haven’t ya? Such a good mate.” He groaned out as your fingers hit his prostate, you mentally remembering where it was.

“Is this your first time, too?” You couldn’t help but ask. Your hand was on his dick, fingers stretching him out gently as his hole fluttered around them. He groaned.

“First time bottoming, yeah. Oooh~! Baby, do that again.” He demanded, rocking his hips sharply against your hands. You kissed his thigh, obliging to his demands. You wanted to take more time with him, as he did you. The both of your dicks heavy and erect, now, and you were getting a little tired and were a little sore from the first round. Yet, you wanted to please your mate.

“I love you, Taishiro.” You opted, instead, breaking away from you ministrations. He looked like the mess that you were, earlier. Hooded eyes greeted you as drool pooled down his chin, his face flushed.

“Love ya, too. Now fill me up, Buttercup.” He said, and you agreed. Copying his earlier administrations, you hissed as the cool oil slid down your dick, slimy and sticky, but it was perfect. You followed his example as you began to slide into him. Hot and tight heat gripped you as you looked at his reactions.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” He growled out, and you were surprised. You weren’t all the way in, yet, and already he looked debauched. Taking your cue, you let yourself be consumed by the heat, liking the way his walls gripped you so tightly as he moaned out, trying to get you to move when you finally rested your balls against his ass. You were in the same position that he was, you flushed against his chest as your hands cupped his face.  

“Let me take my time with you.” You murmured gently to him, and his expression softened at your own softness. He kissed you.

“Oh, Sweetlin’, please move.”  

You complied, hitting the bundle of nerves within him as you gently moved against his bucking hips.

“Shit, I feel so full. Is this is what ya went through? I might fight ya just to bottom.” He whined out, and your hips stalled at the confession, only for him to grip them and pull them forwards. He was so tight, you didn’t want to cum before him. Tears of frustration pooled at his eyes as you tried your best not to snap your hips. You didn’t want him to suffer, but you were so close.

 “Please cum inside, Honey. I’ll take it, just! Fuck!” He began rambling.

“I-I want you to come, first!” You stammered, and he gave you such a soft look as he kissed your forehead gingerly.

“Please. Ya can suck me off, kay? Yer such a good mate, you deserve to come inside me. Please?” He begged, and you found yourself picking up the pace at the prospect, and seeing him so vulnerable and adorable, did it for you. Your face hid in the crook of his neck as you came, and to your surprise, he followed afterwords, coating your hand and stomachs.

After coming down from your highs, you looked down at him.

“Dearest, did you just-From me cumming inside you?” You asked gingerly, and he laughed as he gave you a sloppy kiss.  

          “Damn right, I did, Sugarplum. Hm. Let’s get cleaned up, okay? I’m ready for some pillow talk.” He purred into your ear, and you nodded, happily.

After getting cleaned up, the both of you plopped down on the bed, completely worn out as he pulled your frame against his.

“’S so hot, seein’ my cum leak out of you like that. Maybe I should just get a plug?” He cooed at your flushed expression.

“Tai-chan!” You squeaked, and he laughed lowly.

“Anyway, it took me way too fuckin’ long to realize that I want you to always be ‘round me. Move in with me?” He looked at you hopefully, and you nodded happily as you kissed him.

“Of course! We’re basically married, after all.” You admitted shyly, but you were rewarded with a warm smile and a heartfelt kiss.

“Good. ‘M glad.” He admitted, rubbing his cheek against yours, and you sighed in content, letting a peaceful rest take over you.

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:) I’m...I tried? It’s different, but Thank You for reading this <3

[askmissthunder]

Why do you think that Red Rabbit’s friends didn’t freak out when they first saw you Miss Thunder?

Miss Thunder: Well...to be honest, they kind of did. Maybe it's better if I tell you the first time Cassie introduced us.

A while ago...

(Cassie walks through doors of Ocean City University's Cafeteria. Her friends in the dance squad, Amanda, Deb, Joanie, Karen, Lailani, Stacey and Tamika, are all sitting at one large circular table.)

Tamika: Hey, there she is!

Amanda: Where y'all been, Cass? It ain't like you to miss so many lunches with us.

Cassie: Sorry, sorry! It's just been... well, I've met someone.

Joanie: Oh ho! What's his name?

Deb: Or her name? Hee hee!

Cassie: No! Not like that! I mean, I've made a new friend. Her name's Penny.

Stacey: And what? She's doesn't want you to eat with us anymore?

Karen: *Gasp!* Is she really an alien and is trying to keep you away from us so she can take you to her home planet? Because if she is, can I go?

Cassie: ......No, Karen.

Lailani: Well? What's the deal then? Whatcha been up to?

Cassie: It's not that I want to keep you girls away, it's just... God, how do I put this? She, um, has a... condition.

Stacey: What do you mean? What kind of condition?

Cassie: It's...pretty unique.

Tamika: What, like she's in a wheelchair or something?

Cassie: ...You can say that.

Joanie: *Snort* Cassie! Come on! What kind of jackasses do you take us for?

Lailani: We'd never make fun of somebody who's disabled! (Points at Deb) This one, however...

Deb: Hey, wait a minute! I know I can be a bitch but I'm not THAT bad! Jesus!

Cassie: It's just that...she's really shy about her condition. She didn't want us to be seen with her. She thought she'd embarrass us be being seen with her.

(The girls give a sad groan)

Amanda: Ohh! Naw naw naw! Bring her on over!

Karen: Yes, we'd love to eat lunch with her!

Cassie: Okay, I'm gonna bring her over but girls, I'm serious! Do NOT say anything bad! I mean it!

Stacey: Cassie! Just go get her, for Pete's sake!

(Cassie gets up from her seat and walks briskly out the doors)

Deb: So...Whattya think she's got? She can't just be in a wheelchair. It's gotta be something crazy.

Stacey: Scoliosis, maybe? I had a great aunt who had it and she needed a wheelchair.

Tamika: What if she's paralyzed from the waist down?

Joanie: Or she lost her legs in an accident?

Lailani: Hmm...those aren't so bad that she wouldn't want to be seen with us though.

Karen: I got it! She's a mermaid! She can't walk on dry land so she needs a wheelchair to get around!

(The girls stare at her)

Amanda: Karen, remember what we talked about: Mermaids ain't real.

Karen: I know what I saw! She was playing a ukulele down at the boardwalk! She had green hair and she smelled like oysters!

(Cassie bursts through the double doors, holding one door open herself while keeping the other pried open with a nearby trash can)

Cassie: All right, Penny! Here they are!

(The girls' jaws drop as they see the biggest, fattest girl they've ever seen in their life roll in on a motorized wheelchair nearly the size of a golf cart towards their table. The sounds of gasps, snickering and outright laughter could be heard from all over the cafeteria.)

Cassie: Penelope Abbot, meet the Sensational Sirens, the best dance squad on the East Coast, if I say so myself!

Stacey: ....

Joanie: ....

Karen: ...Big...

Lailani: ....

Amanda: ....

Deb: .....Holy Fuck.

Tamika: ....Cassie, can I talk to you over here? In private?

Cassie: Sure! Just make yourself comfy, Penny! I'll be right back!

(The two girls walk a short distance away)

Tamika: Cass, you know we go way back right? Like, elementary school?

Cassie: Uh,yeah?

Tamika: So you know I'm being honest with you by asking what the hell's going on here?

Cassie: 'Mika, calm down. It's not that big of a deal.

Tamika: Uhh, have you seen this girl you brought here? She's a pretty big deal!

Cassie: Oh my god, I was afraid you'd all act this way. She's just a girl! I told you she had a condition!

Tamika: When you said a "condition", I thought she had leg braces or something, not that she was the size of a house!

Cassie: Tamika. Stop.

(Tamika sighs and pinches her nose)

Cassie: Look. I wouldn't be hanging out with her if I didn't like her. I promise she's the sweetest girl. She's really nice and funny when you get to know her. Just give her a chance, please? For me?

Tamika: *Sighs* Fine. I trust your opinion, Cass but you gotta prepare us better than that, okay?

(Cassie nods as they share a brief hug before heading back towards the table)

Cassie: All right ladies! As I was saying, this here's Penny and she's from ♪ Manchester, England, Englaaaand! Across the Atlantic Sea! ♪

Penny: *Waves sheepishly* 'Allo. It...it's London, actually.

Cassie: *Winks* Just a little musical reference, Penny!

Stacey: Really? You came all the way from England?

Penny: Mmm-hmm.

Joanie: Wow, that's pretty cool. How is it over there?

Penny: G...good. Rainy. But good. L...lots of museums I like to visit. J...jolly good stuff.

Deb: *Snickers* "Jolly good." Oh, this should be a hoot...

Amanda: *Side-eyeing Deb* A hoot to get to know you, Penny! Shoot, Ah just moved to Ocean City myself not too long ago!

Penny: Really? Where are you from?

Amanda: Why, just the great state of Kentucky, of course! Born and raised!

Lailani: My family's from the Philippines, Penny! We moved to the states when I was a little girl, though.

Penny: Blimey, that's -

Boy's voice: HEY DUMBO! THE CIRCUS IS CALLING!

(A milkshake comes flying through the air and strikes against Penny's shoulder, splattering all over her. Her mouth is open in shock as her eyes start to water. To Penny's surprise, though, all the girls immediately stand from their seats.)

Cassie: HEY! WHO THE FUCK JUST THREW THAT?!

(Two boys make a run for the doors as Amanda, Tamika, and Deb bolt after them)

Deb: GET BACK HERE, DAMMIT!

(As they give chase out the doors, the other girls surround Penny, trying to clean her up)

Lailani: Oh my god, Penny! I'm so sorry that happened!

(Penny can't even speak due to an overflow of emotions)

Stacey: Fucking assholes! I can't believe that!

Penny: ...I...I need to go. I'm sorry. I'm...

Joanie: No no no, you're alright, Penny.

Cassie: Don't apologize. That wasn't your fault some people are jerks.

Penny: No, no. I'm sorry I wasted all of your time. I won't bother you anymo-

Karen: Penny.

(Penny stops and meets her gaze)

Karen: (puts her hands on tops of Penny's giant hands) Take a deep breath with me. Breathe in through your nose.

(After a moment's hesitation, they both inhale)

Karen: Now breathe out through your mouth.

(They exhale slowly and repeat a few more times before Karen puts her hands on Penny's shoulders)

Karen: Penny, I just want you to know that although it doesn't seem like it now but you are appreciated and we're all glad that Cassie has brightened our universe by introducing you to us.

Penny: ...Okay.

Lailani: (Whispering to Stacey) Oh wow, Karen actually used that New Age crap for something good for once.

(The cafeteria doors slam open as Tamika, Amanda and Deb march in, all panting and flustered)

Stacy: You get them?

Tamika: No! Little bastards got away but you saw them! We all saw their faces! I'm gonna tell security about this horseshit! Real fucking mature!

Deb: *Sighs* Sorry, Penny. We would've dragged them all the way back here if we could. Make them apologize to your face.

Amanda: Hmph! That would've been the least of their concerns! Ah would've knocked their dumb asses out right then and there! Where Ah'm from, you don't treat a lady like that! Don't matter what she looks like! Ain't right!

(Cassie looks around and sees that everyone in the cafeteria is looking at them)

Cassie: You know what? Let's blow this pop stand. There's a nice cafe right down the street, Penny. How about you show us all those teas you were telling me about?

(Penny looks around her and sees Cassie and her friends smiling warmly at her)

Penny: ...I'd like that.

Miss Thunder: And that was that.

Red Rabbit: Aww! I forgot how shy you used to be, Penny!

MT: Heh, still am, really. But that was the first time I felt like anyone outside of my family really cared about my well-being since I moved to the States. Especially considering I just met the girls for the first time and they were that concerned for me.

RR: Hey, the Sirens always got your back, Penny. Don't start nothing, won't be nothing!

[chaoticcute]

Oh! a soft anti x male reader perhaps? if you want to of course :)

I Feel A Little Off Today

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Pairing: Soft Anti x Male! reader

Warnings:

Angst! Mentions of death, language

Sorry this took so long but Hopefully this suffices for the anon that requested this. I came up with this while listening to Five Finger Death Punch’s song I'm a little bit off and this idea popped into my head

Plot: With everything going on in the world..Y/N starts to feel a little less like their normal happy selves and Anti is the only one who can comfort them.

You didn't want to get out bed today but you had to. Even if there was absolutely nothing you could do other than sit on the couch, maybe read up on a book, watch Tv, or browse the internet. This entire lockdown was going great for the first few months, it was amazing not having to socialize unless it was through Zoom or Skype. Hell, you even got a lot more work done than you would have at your actual job. You could just sit on the couch cuddled up to your boyfriend eating pizza and watch movies all day but after the first few weeks, Anti became restless. He wasn't used to being so cooped up in one place and it was starting to eat away at him when he and Jack weren't making videos together. You were able to help him through that but now it was like you had switched places. Now you were restless, waiting to hear on the news that this had finally dispersed and that everything was okay again but you were starting to believe that day may never come.

I don't really wanna try today, I see nothing in my reflection

You sat at the counter dressed comfortably in your boyfriend's hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. A cup of coffee sitting in front of you untouched due to temperature, as you clicked through the channels sighing as you find nothing of interest and settled on a talk show. Once that was taken care of you sat upon a stool, tapping your fingers rhythmically that is until you felt a vibration. Furrowing your brows you glanced down at your torso, a light coming from the jacket pocket and you sighed.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N!”

Marvin, one of Sean’s other alter egos was on the other end. Chipper as usual,

“Oh hey Marv.” Your voice had come out sounding a bit softer and more somber than you had expected. You had hoped he hadn’t noticed it but he did.

“You okay?” He asked

You ran a hand through your hair, not really wanting to answer the question. What were you going to say? Could you even lie to him?

“Y/N?”

You hummed, “Yeah, I’m good..I’m just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well.”

He didn’t sound like he believed you, but he didn’t seem to want to push the matter as he had changed the topic.

“Well I was thinkin’ that you guys could come over tomorrow night?”

Tomorrow night? Why?

“Oh yeah, what’s happening tomorrow night?”

Marvin chuckled softly clearly amused

“Jack is havin’ a party,”

A party? During A Quarantine?

You thought about it for a moment then shrugged, it might be good for the two of you to get out of this damned house and enjoy yourselves.

“Yeah, we’ll be there.”

Marvin seemed pleased by this answer, chuckling as he said his goodbyes before the two of you hung up. You looked down toward your coffee cup now and took a sip, your eyes flickering toward the Tv.

They had been talking about politics and how things were going all over the world but then your heart dropped slightly as they started talking about COVID. You tried to tear your eyes away from the screen as they spoke of the death toll and it’s continuing rise even though there was a lockdown in place all over the world. Your hands reached for the remote, when all at once it shut off entirely.

“Why do you watch this? You know what it does to you..”

You hadn’t even realized he had come in but there he was. Arms crossed, blue eyes on you. He wasn’t carrying his knife like he normally was, not that he needed it but it was just odd seeing him without his knife.

Your cheeks warm, and you sigh.

“I was checking the news, you never know Anti.”

“You act like it’s gonna change.” He said gently, making his way up toward you. A slight hint of a chuckle following as he wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting atop your head. “You okay?”

Again with that question,

“You just don’t seem, as happy as you usually are..So I’m worried about you.”

You sat your cup down and wrapped your hands around his arms, a slight smile playing on your lips. It made you feel warm knowing Anti worried about you. Knowing he cared and noticed when you weren’t at your best. After a moment you replied, your voice about as somber as when you were talking to Marvin on the phone.

“Not really, I’m scared..”

“Of the virus?” He asked, glancing over at the seat beside you and took your hand as he sat down, squeezing lightly at your fingers that he quickly laced with his own.

“Of everything, there’s no cure. People are dying..I’m just...” you sigh using your free hand to run it through your hair again before turning your eyes toward the television. While it was off, all you could think about was what they had said.

“I know..I know it’s scary babe but letting it freak you out this much can’t be good for you.”

You chuckled dryly sarcasm seeping through “It’s doing wonders for my health.”

Anti snickered softly before placing a gentle kiss to your hand. A tingling sensation remaining where his lips once were. You blushed.

“Let’s not focus on what’s happening out there.” He stated pointing a finger out toward the door,

“We’re safe yeah?”

You nodded, “We’re not infected, or have been around anyone who has been..it’s okay.”

You try your best to smile but it comes out more as a smirk, your eyes meeting briefly with his and he too smiles and for just a moment you find yourself breathless.

“Now, Whattya say we make breakfast and turn on your favorite Tv show. Forget about the fucked up world for a little bit and just enjoy each other’s company.”

You look toward the coffee cup sitting in front of you, no doubt probably gone cold then to the TV. Perhaps all you really needed was a break from the bad, and cuddling with your boyfriend was something you needed desperately at the moment. “Yeah, lets do that.”

Anti rose from his spot then kissed your head. “Chocolate chip pancakes and bacon sound good?”

Your mouth watered at the thought then you chuckled softly.

“Scrambled eggs.”

Anti scoffed playfully and nudged you as you grabbed the carton from the fridge.

“As if there’s anyway better to eat them.”

You smiled and as the two of you went to work at making Breakfast you had nearly forgotten about the world outside your door. Yeah the world was falling apart but when wasn’t it? As long as you had Anti, and the other egos, mark, Amy, Tyler and Ethan you were fine. That’s all that really mattered.

I'm a little bit off today Something down inside me feels so different Just a little bit off today

You can all fuck off today

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A/N thank you for requesting! Sorry this sucks so bad! I’m not used to x readers but hopefully you like it! Probably a few typos because I wrote this while I was tired,