#oof he does not skip leg day

[exhaslo]

Not so much of a request as much as a short imagine I wanted to send over for you to read.

Personally I love imagining Miguel with a Y/N who's the absolute polar opposite of him. Like this girl can't stand working but loves to goof around and party. (Her dimension runs on its night life)

She's always trying to get Miguel to loosen up and tries to flirt with him whenever she gets the chance. (Which he hates. 100%. It's not like he'd miss it if she stopped. Right?)

Like 90% of her time is just spent trying to get him to laugh. Which she does with everyone but with Miguel it's different yknow. She wants him to be happy. Maybe secretly a little more than everyone else.

(Maybe she's not as happy as she lets on but hell if she'd ever let anybody find that out)

Like I could talk so long for this dynamic I have in my head of them. Big grouchy boss and silly little party girl. (Very inspired by 80's/90's and early 00's club culture. I just want her to have cute little leg warmers and glow stick bracelets that she keeps trying to sneak on Miguel's stupid big wrist AASGHH 😭💕)

It's such a cute dynamic that I can totally see happening. No lie, when I was reading this I thought of the song, "Shut up and Dance"

But I LOVE the idea of a world that's all party life. I can do a little one shot for this even if it isn't a request! I love cute shit haha

Warning: None, just fluff

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Earth-331 Silence was foreign to this loud and lively world. Not a single person knew the term, 'relax'. Every day and night was like a nightclub. The Spider of this world, oof, you were a trip. You didn't know the definition of sit down and relax. You had to make sure everyone was having a good time. You had to make sure that everyone was happy. Miguel included. He was a tough nut to crack. You first met Miguel when he crashed into your world, blinded by the bright neon disco lights. You were in the middle of dance fighting your Goblin and a Goblin from a completely different universe. "Oof, hey buddy, you okay?" You asked with a chirp, swinging over to him with a skip in your heel.

Miguel get out a soft growl as he tried to regain his footing. He couldn't believe what was happening. The lights, the music, everything was driving him crazy. His Spider DNA enhanced his senses, causing him to fumble and have a horrid reaction to his world he landed in.

"Shock me," Miguel hissed, squinting as he saw you stand before him, "Just...help me get that Goblin and I'll explain everything." He hissed.

You cheered as Miguel recruited you into his Spider Society. You were having so much fun. There was a smile upon everyone's face as you approached them. You were a party animal. Every time you were in the mood to cheer someone up, music started to play from what others called magic. No, in your world, everyone had these portable music players that could turn any room into a nightclub. You were happy knowing that you made others happy. There was just one person whom you had trouble with...but not for long. "Hi, Miguel! I heard you were stressed. Need some help?" You asked with a chirp. "No." "Oh, come on. I can help loosen you up~" You cooed, rubbing your hands against his shoulders.

Miguel was getting irritated by your presence. Why did you always have to bug him? You always had your hands on him, flirting and trying to cheer him up. Miguel wasn't sure how much more he can handle of you.

The loud music that played whenever you cheered someone up. Your silly little remarks to Miguel. The different party lights that would appear almost every time you spoke. Everything. Everything you did started to wander across his mind.

It was so oddly quiet whenever you were out on a mission. Miguel didn't want to admit it, but he had started to miss you. Lyla would appear every now and then and would tease Miguel about you.

The grump and the party girl.

You nearly squealed as Miguel finally agreed to your request. You had been begging him to let you take him on a night out. There were rules of course. It had to be in his dimension due to his sensitivity. And you had to behave. "Oh! There's a song like this in my world! C'mon Miguel, let's dance!!" You chirped. You eagerly grabbed Miguel's hands, pulling him onto the dance floor. Miguel was hesitant, but went along with you, after all, he agreed to this. The smile on your face couldn't have gotten any brighter as Miguel finally smiled. His arms were wrapped around your waist as the two of you danced along to the music. Finally. You finally got to see his smile. "Lovely," You whispered. Miguel cocked a brow, "Only for you." He hummed. You could feel your cheeks warm up towards his words. Was Miguel always this quick with his words? Either way, this gave you motivation to see him smile more.

Miguel didn't want to admit anything. He didn't want to admit that he had feelings for you. That he wanted you to be by his side. It felt almost strange to have someone so lively next to him. Almost illegal to have you.

"M-Miguel," You whimpered, entering his office.

Shocked by your sadden tone. Miguel hurried to your side. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you cried. Miguel hushed you gently, pulling you into his embrace while Lyla appeared and informed him quietly of one of your canon events.

"H-He died! I-I couldn't protect him!" You sobbed.

Miguel frowned as he sat you on his lap, gently playing with your hair. There was no colorful background with your words, no loud music playing. It was quiet. Miguel didn't like this.

As Miguel comforted you, he began to think. This wasn't like you. Humming very quietly, Miguel began to sing for you. He would never do this for anyone else...

But you were special to him.

"M-Miguel?" You whispered, eyes sparkling as your spirit came back slowly.

"Only for you, mi amor (my love). So please, let me wipe those tears." Miguel whispered.

The Spider Society's biggest secret. You and Miguel were a couple. There were special rules that the two of you had to follow, but you didn't mind as long as you got to be with Miguel. He made you smile and visa versa. Like anyone would believe that big ol' grump could fall in love with someone as peppy and wild as you. "This stupid little-" "Ah, ah, ah~ Stress free~" You cooed, wrapping your arms around Miguel's back, "I have an idea! Let's go out tonight!!" "Very well, but I'll pick the spot." "Awe, okay!"

It was your little secret, but one you were happy to hide. After all, not every day you could snag a man like Miguel. He was one in a million.

Your one in a million.

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I know it wasn't a request, but I hope you enjoyed anyway~

[moonlight-prose]

✧ LOVE BETWEEN ✧

a/n: i am iffy about this fic as a whole. last night writing wise wasn't the best for me and my mood has been...oof. but i will forever love cassian so much. so i couldn't fully skip this day without finishing his fic. i need to write so much more for him and the wips in my drafts are screaming. so i guess it's time for a rewatch of andor! i hope you enjoy my loves. (also the gif has me frothing at the mouth).

day nineteen - dry humping | kinktober 2023

summary: "there remained an unspoken pull between the two of you that kept you tightly wrapped around one another. your souls knotted so tight there was no undoing what had been solidified. the unspoken future you had always planned."

word count: 1.4k+

pairing: cassian andor x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, dry humping, fluff and angst, cassian being head over heels.

There remained an unspoken pull between the two of you that kept you tightly wrapped around one another. Your souls knotted so tight there was no undoing what had been solidified. The unspoken future you had always planned. More often than not, he found himself in your home. Seeking out the pleasure of your company as you both drank the shittiest caf in existence, but it was all you could find.

He would tell you the goings on around town, the things you might have otherwise missed, and you’d speak to him about your dreams. What you wanted to strive for, what life could be like if the Empire wasn’t currently destroying everything. You spoke about anything and everything, divulging things to each other that felt too private to tell anyone else.

Tonight he sat on the shitty couch, jacket discarded onto your separate chair, and eyes tracking your every movement as you fluttered around in the kitchen. The scent of your caf wafted through the house. Burnt and bitter and familiar. You poured some into his mug before heading over to your spot beside him. The blanket already pooled around his waist.

“How is Bix?” you asked, feeling him shift to face you better as you settled, dragging the rough fabric up around your legs.

He shrugged, taking a sip and wincing at the taste. Yet another familiar movement. “She and Tim are…”

“Complicated?”

He huffed a laugh, eyes shifting to meet your gaze. “You could say that.”

“He loves her.” You set the mug on your small table that tilted slightly. “It’s obvious.”

Cassian’s voice came softer, eyes tracing the curve of your body as the blanket slipped down a bit, revealing the curve of your breasts in your top. “He does,” he murmured, fingers tightening around his mug when you shifted even closer. The air between the two of you, now warm.

Silence filled the space, laying over you like a different kind of blanket. One that offered softness, comfort. A place where you knew you could be yourself and voice what you wanted out of life. Cassian felt the same. He sunk into the couch, sipping on the caf still despite its awful flavor; a gesture that warmed your heart. The nights were a time you looked forward to most. When you could finally relish in the presence of the man you’d loved for as long as you could remember.

But to Cassian you were a friend.

Simply the person he sought out when he needed someone to make him feel like his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He wasn’t the greatest friend and he knew that. He knew that he oftentimes brought more trouble than necessary, but with you he laid his troubles by the door as if they were a coat to be hung. Something he would pick up on his way out. In order to keep that smile on your face. The joy that pressed into his chest, filling him with a feeling that he found himself running from most days.

Yet when it came to you…he didn’t want to run anymore.

You didn’t notice him setting his mug on the table, too invested in the paper beside you, something scribbled on it. “I forgot to tell you—”

Grasping the back of your neck gently, he dragged you closer, his lips finding yours and drawing out a sharp gasp from your mouth. It was a meager attempt to display those feelings that ate away at his heart. Something to show you that he came here each night for a reason. You. He came to hear your laughter, to drink your shitty caf, and watch you light up at his stories.

He came to feel the warmth of your love on an otherwise cold planet.

Seconds passed and for a moment he worried you didn’t want this. That he’d overstepped his boundaries and pushed the limit of your friendship too far. Your hands sliding into his hair and dragging him closer put a stop to those thoughts instantly. A soft moan echoed in the back of your throat, punching the breath from his lungs as he practically climbed over you. His hand grasping onto your waist, sliding your leg over his hip.

“Cas—”

“I’ve wanted to do this for years,” he mumbled breathlessly, shifting to pull you up into his lap, until your knees were pressing on either side of his hips, chest pressed to his. “Ever since that fucking dinner.”

You laughed softly, fingers tracing his jaw and Cassian forgot how to breathe for that mere moment. “The dinner wasn’t so bad.”

“Bix cooking is never a good thing.”

Another giggle filled the air as you leaned down to steal another kiss. The taste of your caf, so much better coming from your tongue. He found that he didn’t mind the flavor. As long he got to kiss you afterwards. Sucking in a breath, he bit at your bottom lips, hands sliding to grasp at your hips, pushing you even closer until no space remained.

“I met you,” he replied, watching your eyes darken with lust, lips parting when he dragged you over his already hard cock. “The only good part of that night.”

Heat flooded the back of your neck, spilling into your cheeks and overheating your body. Yet you’d never wanted something more in your whole life. He captured your lips in another kiss, hips bucking up to meet yours, a sound being pulled from your chest. Heady and wet. Similar to the way he devoured you. As if you were the only source of life for miles—kissing you until you had no choice but to gasp for air, yanking on his hair to separate yourself.

“I want—oh—” Your clit caught on the seam of your pants, the press of his cock driving you insane as he dragged you across his lap again. A deep moan bubbling up in your throat, eyes fluttering shut when pleasure burst across your senses.

“I want to see you,” he said, chest heaving and eyes dark with need.

“I’m here.”

His lips curled up, grinding into you and watching your face contort, eyebrows pulling together while your mouth dropped open. “No. I want…to see you.”

The meaning registered in your brain slower than you would have liked. Yet once it did, you couldn’t find the words to respond. Each of them more incoherent than the last. He wanted to watch you cum. To witness you at the peak of pleasure, knowing that it was caused by him.

“Cassian,” you gasped, grinding down until sparks shot up your spine. Slick flooded your panties, no doubt soaking through to his pants. You dragged yourself along his lap, arms curled around his neck and lips brushing his as he panted into your mouth.

“Take what you want,” he said hoarsely, helping you guide your movements as he bucked up into you with each shift. “Use me.”

“Maker.”

You went lightheaded. The rush of need plowing through your body as he led you through the movements. Your legs were slightly shaky, eyes squeezed shut and lips scratching along his cheek. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Cassian held you like you were precious kyber. Something he could one day lose in the middle of terror.

“I’m gonna, Maker I’m g-gonna—fuck Cas—”

Licking a hot trail up your throat, he felt you shudder above him, your cry bouncing off the walls of your house. He watched the bliss wash across your face and wanted to see it again. As many times as you’d permit him. Pressing his hips up and grinding roughly against the seam of your pants, he felt his body lock up—his rough moan pressed to your chest. His cock twitched in his pants, cum soaking through the fabric.

It would get uncomfortable soon, but he had you on top of him, pressing kissing down his neck and sucking on the skin. Drawing out another soft moan.

“That was new,” you said softly, smiling into his shoulder. He chuckled, hands moving to cover your ass. “Although I wouldn’t mind adding that to our nights.”

“Shitty caf and a good fuck?”

You slapped his shoulder, body shaking as you laughed and he couldn’t stop himself from joining. Feeling a type of joy that only came around you. He wanted to lock it in his chest. To remember what this felt like even when he wasn’t there with you. But to Cassian there was no place he’d rather be.

“Perfect,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his, sealing your future with a kiss he felt down to his toes.

[mostly-megan]

Spring Fever

Werewolf Frankie x F!Reader

Rating: PG Fluff

Description: Frankie believes that it’s time for him to start giving your little partially werewolf son his first hunting lessons

Word Count: 3,450 (no beta; we live and die by the sword)

Warnings: Mentions of “hunting” with no explicit descriptions, mild mentions of werewolf transforming, wolves (idk you guys, this one is pretty mild all over)

(A/N): So I mentioned to @pettyprocrastination in a dm once the idea of werewolf Frankie being a dad with the sweetest little boy and I promised to make a fic with it. THAT WAS 2 YEARS AGO!!! But anyway, this fic is dedicated to Tj’s lovely friendship and extreme patience, I hope you like it💚

Tagging some others who maybe interested: @princessbatears @maybege @frannyzooey @themarcusmoreno @absurdthirst

Even from the car port outside, you can hear giggles and loud little footsteps in the cabin. You and Frankie share exasperated eye rolls and sighs hidden behind soft smiles as you pass each other. You had just opened up the doors and windows to air out your monthly retreat and Lucas was running wild with excitement.

You walk up the deck steps, carrying one of the coolers of food you had bought on the way up, and see a small, fuzzy blur circling the living room. On the way to the kitchen, you can see your son chasing his tail so fast it was even making you dizzy. Eventually you hear a soft “oof” and look back to see him back in human form bonking against the couch cushion and landing on the floor with dizzy giggles. “Lucas, you’d better be wearing pants when I look back up. We’ve talked about keeping our clothes on.”

You softly chuckle at the small gasp and frantic shifting of fabric. He stumbles into his shorts and t-shirt and toddles over to tug lightly on your pant leg, “Mama, mama, I almost got it that time! Didja see Mama?!” He giggles again as he wraps his little arms around your legs to steady himself. Pulling more cold food out of the ice chest, you play with his soft curls with your other hand, “I did, sweetheart. You’re such a silly pup today, that looked like so much fun!”

Frankie groans as he places another box of food on the table, “Alright, mijo, you got your sillies out, but now we need to get some work done. Okay?” His little face mimics his father’s seriousness as he sits for his shoes to be tied. Once your husband stands, Lucas dutifully marches passed him to the yard. Frankie’s now slightly amber eyes flash up to you with a playful smirk just as he turns through the back door.

When you all get to the cabin, you all assume your usual jobs once the bags are brought in: you get the food put away, Frankie splits the firewood, and Lucas skips all around the yard picking up every piece of kindling. It started because it keeps him busy and tires him out, but honestly, he does a wonderful job. Frankie always says his ass was saved a few times thanks to the hoard of dry twigs you now had on hand.

As you finish stocking the fridge, you can hear your 5 year-old’s happy chatter to his father, who could only really respond in affirmative grunts as he lets the hatchet fall to split the wood. You smile as you start preparing dinner. As excited as they all were, there certainly was a nervous sort of anticipation.

As long as you’ve known your Frankie, he’s always taken 3 days off a month for an extra long weekend. A medical exemption was the official reasoning. Very few really knew that he retreated up to the woods so he could run and hunt as an apex predator during full moons, Santi being one of them. He, in fact, had come with you two the first weekend Frankie decided to tell you about his monthly curse.

Apparently they had planned for a good case/bad case scenario. Good case, Santi would be a helpful resource for most of your questions and help you acclimate to what Frankie deals with in secret. Bad case, you start panicking and Santi could carefully knock you out and they lay you down, setting up that you had slipped on the loose stair and gotten a good bonk on the head. Luckily for everyone, you were more amazed and curious than terrified.

Slowly, the newness and strangeness bleed away until it became nothing more than another occurrence in life. You pay the bills, you do the laundry, and you go up to the cabin to let him get his urges cleared.

You’re pulled from your thoughts back to heating up the stew with an unceremonious cry of “MAMA!” You turn to the little voice and can’t help mirroring the huge grin spread out across his face, “Is it time yet, Mama?!” Your eyes shift to the clock over the stove, “Not yet, sweetheart. Papa said he’ll take you out around 6 so there’s still light. See, the clock has a 4 right now.” He huffed and climbed into one of the kitchen chairs.

You’d think his pouty face would be over being told not to go Trick’r’Treating yet. “I know you’re excited, we just need to eat dinner. Why don’t you help me get it ready so we can eat sooner?”

This seems to appease his impatience for now, slipping out of the chair and coming to his step stool in the kitchen to help you get dinner ready. You hand him a spoon and show him how to butter the bread while chattering about how much he helped his father with the firewood. You tell him how proud you are of how helpful he’s been this trip, but your focus is starting to slip again.

You knew who Frankie was when you were committing to this relationship. You knew that when you talked about having kids and again when you discovered you were pregnant with Lucas (well, technically Frankie accidentally told you, but you were still the one to confirm it). Now though, you couldn’t help but worry about your sweet little boy going hunting at night.

Ever since he could have solid foods, Frankie would go out to hunt while you stayed with Lucas. His grandfather’s old property was safe and large enough that human hunters wouldn’t be anywhere near him. He’d go into the bathroom and slowly change into his other form, groaning and grunting at the uncomfortable tug he described in his muscles. Coming out, he’d almost look like an incredibly huge dog, soft brown fur curling like he needed a good trim at the groomers. But his eyes had the same lovely depth and warmth, even if now more amber than dark brown.

After checking one last time on you and the baby, he’d go out for hours and bring back elk or deer. You would wait in the living room, where you could see the pouch from the window until your husband, the man, once again stood there, soft tummy wrapped with a towel from the bin out front around his waist. Quickly cleaning the meat, he’d bring it inside and throw it to cook in the kitchen while he showered.

He’d come out warm and all smiles and kisses as he made himself a plate full of meat and some potatoes or rice and sat with you at the table, helping to cut Lucas’ portion of meat into small enough pieces. But now, you wouldn’t have baby Lucas to cuddle and kiss while Frankie happily brought back the meat they’d need to feed themselves and their wolves.

Frankie had gently brought it up to you that maybe Lucas would benefit from coming on a hunt once in a while. Only for small game, of course, but it would still teach him valuable skills he would need to care for himself when he was older. You were originally horrified at the thought that Frankie wanted to bring your son who couldn’t even tie his shoes to hunt wild animals. But Frankie had given you time and talked it over with you for long enough until you realized that it would be what he needed.

As you ladle the stew into bowls for the three of you, Lucas cheers at his father coming inside and clammers down the step stool to run up to him. Frankie groans and lifts him high up before blowing on his tummy and dropping him onto the couch, squealing with laughter. You feel his warm palms slide around your stomach to pull you back to him as you sit the warm bowls on the table.

“Mmm, I’m not sure if you or dinner smells better,” his whiskers tickle along your neck as he leaves a series of small pecks up to your ear. “Well, you just said that it was a toss up between me or beef smelling better, so you should go with dinner right now and blame it on your stomach, hot shot,” you giggle as Frankie lowly growls in your ear and swats your bottom before moving to fill the glasses with water and a little cup of milk.

Eating during a full moon with a wolf man and a wolf toddler was a practice in spinning plates. As soon as you chastise Lucas for shoveling beef stew into his mouth, you turn to see Frankie’s cheeks puffed out with food. You give him a glare as he slowly swallows, straightening himself a bit and murmuring a reminder to his son to eat patiently. Frankly, at this point, you don’t know why you even bother to try.

“I’m finished, Papa!” Lucas is off like a shot as soon as his bowl was clean, but Frankie is off right after him, scooping him up, and plopping him on the couch. “Not so fast, mister, we need to talk first.” The little boy let out a long “Aaawww…” as his father drops him on the cushion in front of the coffee table. He groans as he sits and pulls out a map from his back pocket.

You join them after loading the dishwasher and look over the crinkled paper landscape. Frankie had been painstakingly planning out the trail he would take Lucas on as the hunted, coming up on weekends to make the entire path.

“Okay, buddy, what path are we going to take?” Frankie looks at your son with pride, certain he knows the answer. “Purple! ‘Cuz it’s my favorite color,” Lucas bounces on the couch with excitement, “Papa made it all purple just for me!”

Your husband has never looked so proud. “Exactly! And where are you going to stay while we’re out?” Lucas’ face goes stone serious, “Right next to Papa because the woods is dangerous! And, if I gets lost, I stand still and blow my new whistle!”

Frankie cut a paracord to hang an emergency whistle around Lucas’ neck, loud enough to be heard in a half-mile radius. With his heightened hearing, Frankie would be able to hear it and find him before any hunter would register it. Your son’s answer at least calms you knowing he’s prepared in case anything happens. You squeeze Frankie’s shoulder before walking back to the master bedroom, changing into comfy clothes before washing your face.

A knock at the door just as you finish draws your attention back, the space now filled with Frankie’s broad frame. “How are you doing?” his voice betrays his apprehension, he’s told you from the moment he brought this idea up that you have final say. You fold the towel you were using and sigh, “Fine, I guess. Sort of like when he started preschool, I’m so excited for him, but I’m terrified.” Your husband rubs the back of his neck, giving away just how nervous he is too. “But I know you’ll never let anything happen to him, even when changed.”

He looks back at you with a soft half-chuckle, pushing away from the wall he leaned on to pull you into a hug, warm and reassuring. You nuzzle against his neck, inhaling his woodsy scent. When you leave the embrace, he cups your cheek to bring you close for a slow, deep kiss before the inevitable strikes.

“Papa, PAPA LOOK IT SAYS 6!!!!” You both chuckle before your little boy bolts into the room, pointing at the bedside clock. Frankie scoops him up with a playful growl, making the boy giggle. “Ah, it my pup ready for his first hunt?” Lucas’ head nods so fast you watch him almost tip out of his father’s arms.

You laugh at his enthusiasm before leaning in to kiss his little cheek, “My sweet baby, are you sure you wanna go out? You could stay here with me and have cocoa!” He looks at you like you asked him to never watch TV again, “Mama, I gonna be scary wolf like papa!” Frankie chuckles, kissing his cheek and setting him down, “Okay, then let’s fold our clothes and get changed.”

With that, you slip out of the bathroom to lay on the bed. As you had been trying to teach your toddler privacy, you’d included any time he was a wolf. Frankie taught him to neatly fold his clothes and change in the bathroom to minimize any notice. As you try to distract yourself with a magazine you brought, you hear Frankie’s strangled grunts as he transforms and a little “hmph” from Lucas. Your husband teases that his old bones make changing unpleasant, but not gut-wrenching like movies always showed.

Upon hearing the door open, you look up to watch your hulking wolf husband emerge with a small pup zipping in front of him and up onto the bed. “Oh, look at this! Too bad Lucas isn’t here, he always wants a puppy!” You scritch under the soft, rounded snout as he giggles at your feigned forgetfulness, “Mama, it's me!” You smile at him and stand as Frank joins you, scooping up the boy.

You all walk to the front door, Luke nearly vibrating with excited energy as Frankie slips on a bright orange safety vest. You both hope that maybe it would keep any hunters from shooting on site, mistaking him as someone’s hunting dog. His whistle is placed around his neck and he’s off pawing at the door like an over-eager puppy. “Luke, come say good-bye to your mother before we leave!” Frankie puts on his own vest, carefully tucking the map in the pocket.

Lucas whips around to sit at your feet with uppy hands. You whirl him up and blanket his cheeks with kisses, “You be a very, very good boy for daddy, okay? Have a wonderful time and learn so, so much for your big boy brain!” Lucas looks upset suddenly and wiping at the tear slipping down your cheek, “Mama, you crying!!!” You chuckle wetly and take his fuzzy hand to give a kiss, “I’m just so excited for you, honey! Now, you go be the very best hunter and bring me back all your stories!” And he’s off to the door again.

Frankie steps up, wrapping an arm around your waist as he wipes away yet another tear. “You had better take good care of my baby, Francisco Morales, or else hunters won’t be the only thing you’d have to worry about,” he rubs a thumb over your cheek before pressing a scratchy kiss there. “I’d never let anyone touch a single hair of fuzz on his body.”

With that, they’re out the door hand in hand, Lucas chattering his father’s ear off as they start along the path marked with purple spots every few feet. You stood on the deck to watch as they leave, trying desperately to keep your tears away as you lay out two towels on the deck for them. “One hour,” you say to yourself, “you only need to distract yourself for one hour.” Now faced with an empty cabin, you halfheartedly turn on some movie.

It’s campy and a little low-budget, but the main bad guy makes you think of your husband somehow. Only if he was more vampire bat than wolf. But your distraction doesn’t last more than 20 minutes before you hear loud footsteps and Frankie half-soothingly, half-panicked murmurs of “it’s okay, honey, we’re back, you’ll be okay”. You bolt over to the door to see Frankie still in wolf form carrying your little boy wrapped in one of the towels, eyes all red and tired with mucus dripping from his tiny nose.

“Mama, I don’t feel good,” he whines tiredly, reaching for you with gooey hands you ignore to scoop him up as he starts furiously sneezing. “Sweetheart, what happened?” you examine him against your chest for any wounds or marks. “H-he won’t stop sneezing, he was right next to me in the brush and all of a sudden he couldn’t breathe without sniffles.” Feeling his forehead and side of his neck, you don’t feel any possible fever or infection.

“I-I think he has allergies, he’s not sick, just sniffly. C’mon, baby, let’s get you all steamed up in the bath,” you quickly walk to the bathroom down the hall and set our poor little guy in the bath. Taking the showerhead, you gently rinse any pollen off before plugging the tub and filling it with warm water. You hear the master bathroom’s shower turning on as soon as you turn off the water. Now that the steam curls around the room, Lucas takes more filling breaths. But after a few moments, the sniffles start again and tears fall down his nose instead.

“I-I s-so sorry, mama! I-I wanna be a good wolf like daddy!” He’s almost wailing now as he rubs his eyes. “Honey, it’s okay! You just had a yucky day! Next time, we’ll take your allergy pill before going out so you aren’t getting all stuffy from that junk.” He looks up with wide eyes, “B-but isn’t papa mad at me?” Your heart breaks a little as you wipe his eyes, “No, Luke, nothing would ever make him mad at you. Did you know daddy has allergies, too?”

He wipes his face with his whole arm, gasping a big relieved breath, “Really?” You take a clean washcloth to wipe off his face, swiping away any lingering junk, “Oh yeah, he got real sick when he first left for the army and they had to give special pills every day to keep him moving.”

Lucas looks over your shoulder and his eyes grow wider, prompting you to turn and see Frankie slowly walking in now in his loose sleep shirt and sweats. “How you feeling, bud? Is your nose still stuffy?” Lucas nods silently as his father sits with a groan on the ground with you. You pull the drain and wrap your son up in his fuzzy hooded towel. “We were talking about your stuffy nose from boot camp,” you catch Frankie’s eye to silently communicate the need for a story. And your amazing husband catches on.

He ruffles his son’s hair with the towel and groans, “Oh my goodness, it was awful. It’s 98 degrees, burning hot, and I’m standing their with the worst stuffy nose as we tried to run drills,” Frankie loosely pinches your son’s nose and makes a little honk sound. “Why do you think tío Santi calls me Catfish? I was always gulping down air in my mouth because my nose was too stuffed.” Frankie mimes opening his mouth and closing it like a fish, making Luke quietly giggle.

He throws his little arms around his father’s neck, “I sorry I not a good hunter, papa.” Frankie hums sadly, kissing the chubby cheek and holding the back on his head in his large hand, “It’s okay, mijo, you weren’t feeling well. I wanted to get you better! We can just try again next month, okay?” Luke sniffs and nods, all excited again.

You stand up with a soft groan, putting your hands on your hips, “Well, since papa didn’t get any snacks for you two, how about I warm up the leftover stew while daddy gets you into some comfy pjs?” Lucas’ excited gasp has you smiling again, “Yay, my tummy needs food, mama!” Frankie scoops him up, tickling his sides to make him giggle, “If you get some food ready, babe, I’ll get this spring fever monster all cozy.”

You walk into the kitchen and take the food out of the fridge, laughing as you hear more toddler squeals as your boys play. He might be part wolf from his father, but at least for a little bit longer, he could just be your baby boy still.

[demiesworld]

What demon/slayer boy (demon and human) do you think got the fattest ass

not including the minors bc obv they're minors so no tanjiro, inosuke, none of that no no.

hmm lemme see what demon boy i think got a fattie?

there's literally no one else i can think of besides from my baby girl enmu. i mean, have we all seen his figure and how this mofo arches his damn back? like bro you can't tell me the backshots on this man won't be loud as hell. baby girl got THE clappers!!! the shape of his ass is a perfect fucking peach too. that's why i headcanon he can pull off wearing thongs and shit bc of it.

second place to enmu (demon-wise) would have to be douma. only bc he has a more muscled figure and while i may find muscled men attractive, when it comes to the body i like to squeeze on some meat. and douma to me, looks like he don't got meat anywhere else besides from his ass and his dick.

there's no one else in third, fourth or fifth bc *head shakes* none of the others demons that i can think of can compare to these two. not even my bby aizetsu :(

BUT FOR THE HOOMANS-

i gotta say that daddy tengen has a fat ass out of the humans. ALSO WITH HIM BEING THE SOUND HASHIRA- YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT HIS ASS DOES NOT CLAP WHILE HE'S IN IT!!! YOU JUST CAN'T! FOR ME IT IS CANON THAT IT DOES THIS!!! he has a round, firm ass with just enough fat on it for it to jiggle like jello. i headcanon that it's perky like that bc you know my daddy works out a lot and he never skips leg day oof-

second place is my loml kyojuro. since he is a bit of a foodie like my bestie mitsuri, i headcanon that the weight he gains goes to his thighs and to his ass. kyojuro has a square butt shape going on, but it ain't flat. it is soft, squeezable, nice to hold on when you're like laying down in bed together. plus you get the bonus of his thick toned thighs to rub on.

i was gonna add on haganezuka as like a third place, but you said SLAYERR and not you know just human lol though if there was a spot for hotaru it would be third place. im not gonna elaborate whytho-

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝘚𝘒𝘡 & 𝘵𝘰𝘱 3 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 ~

𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; fem!reader, mostly established relationships, praise kinks, impact play, degredation, pet play, adulting nursing, !!!knife play!!!, dollification, mommy/daddy kink, roleplay, orgasmns, edgning, thigh riding, anal, creampies, sexual photography/videography, oral, exhibitionism, some sub/dom structures, sub/dom!skz and sub/dom!reader, choking, mutual masturbation, breeding, cum, slight impregnation kink, corruption kink (basically too fucking many). 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2.2 k 

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; oof is cherry a headcanon blog now? did she get too bougie for writing 10 k pieces? nah im just crying over my uni courses and this is what i have time with. moral of the story; dont go to uni. 

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

Chan

[Praise kink]

It’s the most sugar-sweet words you have ever heard that leave his mouth during sex, calling you everything from angel to sweet heart to the fucking moon and back. He just wants to make sure that you not only feel safe with the actions that are,,,, GOING DOWN IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN but also to let you know that he appreciates you? If he’s having sex with you it must mean that you’re a very special person to him and he wants to keep it that way. 

[Spanking]

This is probably the only “punishment” he gives you, any other impact play feels like he’s hurting you but he is relentless when it comes to spanking. He makes you count each one and if you stutter he starts all over again and also grrr there’s something oddly hot about Chan bending you over his lap and he probably pulls down your panties as well just to make you feel humiliated than you already are. It’s a punishment so he uses it if you touched yourself when you weren’t supposed to but sometimes he just wants to let out his anger and frustration (with consent)

[Edging]

This goes both for him and his partner in that he likes being kept on the edge whenever he’s so close to cumming, maybe you’re like sucking him off and pull off right as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth and instead of being annoyed he’s insanely turned on, it just makes him want to cum in your mouth even more but he never ends it at that yall, you have to repay in your own orgasm. Oof damn just imagine being fingered by Chan and he’s like knuckles fucking deep inside you and just pulls away whenever you clench around his slick-covered finger brrrr

Minho

[Degradation]

oof you are just gonna get treated like pure shit during sex BUT LIKE IN AN ENJOYFUL TYPE OF WAY,,, hopefully. You are his bitch, his cumslut, his whore. He owns you in the moment and he can do whatever he wants to you, your body and your soul. That usually includes spitting in your mouth or on your face and calling you all types of derogatory names just to feel your face getting all hot or red as you’re enjoying his sinful words a bit too much but that’s apparent from how wet you are. 

[Creampies]

Just seeing the cum ooze out of your fucked out hole drives Minho wild. Wants to fill you up so much so he can push his milky white cum back into you or make you taste it by putting his cum-covered fingers in your mouth and making you suck them as if you’re sucking his cock. 

[Multiple Orgasms]

What does it for him is the whimpering and writhing as he’s making you reach your high for the umpteenth time, to achieve his goal he usually just leaves you tired up with a vibrator in you or on your clit and just jerks off to your small breathless sounds that turn into loud moans whenever you cum to the point where it hurts and stings, kicking with your feet and trying to get away from the intense vibrations but all your actions completely fruitless. 

Changbin

[Thigh riding]

We all know binnie has some killer thighs, they are like muscular for days cause this mf never skips leg day but rather than just looking good they serve another useful purpose; to have you ride them of course! He likes hearing you moan out his name softly as you’re grinding on his thigh completely bare and Changbin is also the biggest tease so maybe he’ll play with your boobs by groping them or flex his thigh just to make you cry out one more time in that angelic voice. He loves it, it asserts a type of dominance without him having to be harsh on you.

[Anal]

YALL KNEW THIS WAS COMING- i mean before you judge too quick just give it a thought,,, he would be so into it? For both you and him it’s pleasure in a new way and it makes Changbin so turned on?? He just wants to pound you raw from behind and twisting his wrist around your hair just to pull your entire body back.

[Oral]

This goes both ways yall! master pussy eater, he knows how to use tongue and swirl it around your clit or like suck on it, toe curling orgasm from that alone but he also really enjoys receiving oral aka blowjobs and not the fucking shy kind, the messy ones where’s there spit all over you and his cock, him just tilting his head back whenever the pleasure gets too much and his climax peaks,,, hawt stuff <33

Hyunjin

[Being recorded/recording]

Now we are talking. Always films snippets of the two of you fucking (with consent might i add) where his favorites are the ones where you’re down on your knees, giving him a blow job and he slaps the tip of his cock on the pad of your tongue and making you beg for more. Just the look in your doe eyes is something he wants to capture for forever. He never really does anything with the videos, occasionally uses them to masturbate if you’re not there with him but otherwise he just has them,,,(i mean the possibilities of blackmailing here are endless BUT IM NOT GONNA GET TOO DEEP RN THATS FOR ANOTHER TIME)

[Choking]

I honestly think that he likes being choked more than actually choking someone. Just like riding him as you’re on top and wrapping your hands around his delicate throat, squeezing by the sides just enough to make him let out a breathy whimper and go lightheaded as he’s reaching his orgasm, desperatly trying to fuck up into you by bucking his hips and grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets. Now thats hot. 

[Facials]

Something about cuming on your fucked out face makes Hyunjin HORNY HORNY HE JUST FINISHED BUT HE HORNY AGAIN- bonus points if you like poke your tongue out and try to catch his cum on your tongue or if it like runs over your slightly swollen lips, probably so sweet about it too by like holding your hair out of your face or MAYBE HE IN A BIT OF AN DOM MOOD and like grabs your cheeks and squishes them, forcing you to look but at him, chile anyways imma take this thought to the grave <33

Jisung

[Mutual masturbation]

It started off as an “accidental” thing as he one day begged you to help him jerk off, guess he was feeling to lazy to even make himself cum AND I mean you didn’t mind but then one thing led to another and now it’s like a thing you two have to touch each other. It’s more of a slow activity for him tho,,, soft foreplay cause he gets to be close to you and feel your warmth and its like all skin to skin AND HE FEELS CALM,, and satisfied. 

[Mommy/daddy kink]

fucking look at him,,, you really think he doesn’t have this kink? literally subby, grabby and needy boy feelings ooze from him LIKE HAVE U SEEN HIM. now just imagine this right cause im sure jisung does; being tied up on his knees as a punishment cause he touched himself while you weren’t home and he just cries, the most glimmering tears fall out of his eyes and roll on his flushed cheek as he’s like compltely naked , just a pretty colored rope around his bare body and he just looks up at you and just repeats “mommy” or “daddy” cause he’s too dumb to form any other thought. 

[Exhibitionism]

Sometimes he just whores out i feel like this is one of those times. The setting can be different but probably like at the far back in an semi-empty bus or like in a taxi, he just subtly puts your hand on his cock that’s like a bit exposed and starts guiding your hand down his shaft, jerking him off in a public setting. And that just that factor that makes him horny; that there are people around and that the two of you can get caught whenever. 

Felix

[Pet play]

IMMA SAY IT AND IMMA SAY IT REAL LOUD, HE WANTS TO BE ON A LEASH NAKED, WEARING ONLY CAT EARS. its his ultimate fantasy but a fantasy he hides V V DEEP. oh and he probably has a collar collection in all sorts of colours, ones with his name on it or maybe one that has like a heart pendant that says “kitten” or smth and the amount of like cat ears he has PHEW. I feel like its a safe space for the boy where he gets as many pats as he wants and just plays with you hours on end,,, might even eat out of a cat bowl BUT WE DONT GO THAT FAR JUST YET- 

[Breeding]

Now I stand by the fact that Felix is the biggest switch on this earth and so when he’s not in a subby mood it’s quite literally railing you into the mattress,,, shit goes from 0-10 REAL QUICK. He cannot get around the thought that he would love to see your tummy all bloated with his cum as he cums inside you and like making you hold it in as well like MHMMMM silent screaming. Not a single drop of his cum is wasted, it’s all going inside you . 

[Adult nursing]

But imma hop back to sub!lixie. I can just imagine the two of you cuddling on the couch or smth, he of course being the little spoon pretty much all the time since he loves being hugged by you from behind but he just turns around and gazes at you with big pleading eyes,sneakily squishing your tits and begging for milk T-T

Seungmin

[Knife play]

Rather than just vaing fun by scratching you with the sharp cold blade against your supple skin he just loves seeing the fear in your eyes and shivering body, it means that you have respect for him he feels like and that puts a wicked smile on his face, that you can’t use any of your bratty stupid arguments to try to overvoice him since he has all the cards on his side at this point in time as he puts the blade against your throat. 

[Roleplays]

Wanna know what his favorite roleplay is? Student and teacher MHMM just seeing you in a skimpy skirt and while you’re trying to be good to him ignites something inside of him to the point where he can’t control himself anymore and has to bend you over the nearest surface and pull up your skirt, probably revealing that you weren’t wearing any panties in the first place. 

[Impact play]

When i say impact play I don’t mean the occasional hair pulling or spank on the ass but rather like slapping you in the face real hard until tears brim in your glossy eyes or he likes pinching your clit until you’re screaming. You’re just so helpless in that situation and that’s genuinly what Seungmin wants; to see his baby not being able to move away from his slaps, only nodding and saying “yes, master” to all his commands. 

Jeongin

[Dollification]

Don’t you just think that Jeongin would be dying over seeing you in pretty costumes and angelic makeup, all propped up on the bed and unable to move since you’re his doll and dolls aren’t supposed to move? Cause I sure as hell think that. He would just love seeing all that makeup staining your cheeks, your lipstick smeared as your lips are plump from his kisses, being forced to hold in your moans and whimpers cause if you don’t he will punish you cause what is the rule? Dolls aren’t supposed to move, talk or disappoint their owners. 

[Restraints]

Probably like has it as his secret hobby, trying to invent pretty knots to use on you later in order to decorate you even more but other than just colored ropes around your body he also likes many other forms of restrains like handcuffs since they’re easy to put on and he doesn’t put them on super tight so you don’t get hurt but it still restrains you or maybe putting a leash on you and tying you to the bedpost or smth. It gives him the freedom to do whatever he pleases with you and just seeing you trying to grab onto something whenever the pleasure peaks is so cute to him. 

[Corruption kink]

I MEAN MAYBE THIS TIES TOGETHER WITH THE FIRST ONE but shush. I think this is his kink that goes both ways yk? He likes corrupting you and just see how blank your eyes are after he’s done fucking you and you’re only a drooling and wet mess but BUT he also likes being corrupted himself. Since he’s like fairly shy he’s ashamed many times but this is like ultimate “being a whore” time for him since he completely freezes whenever you humiliate or degrade him since he likes it so much and just wants to be your little test bunny for all kinds of nasty kinks T-T

[shapeshiftinterest]

Bets And Bells: sun x moon x monty (CH 4)

based on THIS pic i drew

monty meets moon during their security route and sun finally has a speaking roll

story under the read more

Bets and Bells (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Monty paced outside his greenroom, grumbling to himself. He forgot the pizzaplex was getting a deep clean today  when a group of staffbots and their janitor leader swarmed his room at 2AM. The gator had just enough time to snag a few knickknacks that would have registered as trash before being booted out.

He couldn’t even hang out with the other Glams; all the animatronics were getting system updates and his appointment was last. Not to mention his tail was acting up since yesterday. Getting the DJ to juggle him was totally worth it, but waiting for his turn was soooo boring!

The bassist huffed and started stomping over to Kid’s Cove. He’d been meaning to explore it for a while so why not now?

                                                    Kid’s Cove

“Wonder ‘f I could get away with taking one of these...,” he muttered under his breath, staring at one of the treasure chests strewn about the area . If he emptied out the coins he could get more plushies to shove in his room; his closet was getting a little full anyway.

Before Monty could think about sending a message to one of the deep clean coordinators his audio processors picked up the sound of... jingling? Wait-

“Hello~.”

“OH SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA!” Monty screeched, stumbling back and falling on his tail. Oof, yeah that’s broken; sucks to be the P&S mechanic who had to fix that later.

Moon had basically jumpscared the poor gator by rapidly dropping upside down from the ceiling and stopping right in front of his face. The cove’s cable was artistically twisted around their left leg for balance. Not that Monty was paying attention what with currently having the equivalent of a robot heart attack on the floor.

Moon froze, staring upside down at the Glam, hat miraculously still on their head. Monty stared back.

“... pfff hehehe.”

Moon snickered, shoulders shaking from trying to hold back. One hand covered their mouth as they untangled themselves from the cable and gracefully dropped down.

‘Moony!’ Sun chastised from their headspace. ‘It’s, pfff, it’s not nice to laughahaha!’

Moon sent them a smug ‘>;3c’, prompting their partner to burst into a fit of giggles. ‘SNRK!’ Sun choked out, fumbling for composure. ‘Oh my stars, you’re terrible.’

‘And you’re a hypocrite, Sunny Sun. uwu.’

‘Stooop! XD,’ Sun whined, fake pouting. ‘Meanie Moonie, go help Mr. Montgomery.’

‘Only after you admit it was funny, Sunny~’

‘Ok ok. It was pretty funny when he got startled hehe.’ They rolled their eyes, blowing a raspberry at their other half when Moon sent them another smug cat emote. ‘Now go go go! We still haven’t told him why we’re here yet!’

Moon suddenly scuttled closer, but before Monty could react they plopped down on the floor next him, criss cross apple sauce.

“Uh.”

“We’re sorry for scaring you, Mr. Montgomery.” Moon said, picking at a loose thread on the carpet. “We just wanted to thank you for the new uniforms; thought it was ok to give you a little startle since you did it last time.” They picked up his shades, which had fallen off when he stumbled, and offered them to him.

Monty blinked and felt his face. Huh, no wonder everything looked brighter. Taking the shades from Moon he grinned and put them back on.

“Heh. Not gonna lie, y’got me good, lil guy.” Monty said, shooting them a finger gun. “The new threads look good on ya. Nice t’see P&S didn’t skip out on our deal, wouldn’t wanna be seen as a promise breaker now would I? Gwahahaha!” The bassist amiably thumped Moon on the back a couple times.

Moon lurched forward at the force and gave a little grunt, hands gripping their knees to keep balanced. Oh wow, validation from a Glam; could this day get any better?

“Y’know y’all can just call me Monty though, right? Everyone already does.”

Well stars n’ garters, apparently it could. Sun was doing cartwheels and squealing in their headspace.

‘Oh. My. GOODNESS!!!’ They grabbed Moon’s conscious and started shaking it, bells jingle jangling and echoing all over the place like crazy. ‘HE’S GIVING US PERMISSION TO SAY HIS NICKNAME, MOONY!!! AAAAAHHHHH I’M SO FLIPPIN’ EXCITED!!’

‘Sunshine, calm down! You’re making us blush!’

True enough, Sun’s excitement was transferring over, half of Moon’s face was glowing a little and getting stronger.

‘Sorry, sorry! I’m just so- so- a;lsd;LSAKDFJ;ALDK;lasLKJL;kLASDAS!!!’

“Welp, speakin’ of P&S, it’s almost time for my update. See ya later, darlin’.” Monty made to stand but almost toppled over if Moon hadn’t caught him midway. The two looked around to see the gator’s tail bent at a few weird angles.

Huh, how did that happen?

Moon stiffened at the sight, eye lights shrunk to pinpricks as their face plate darkened. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no no no no. They’d injured a Glam. It was one thing to damage the Daycare Attendant, P&S didn’t care much about them anyway. But a Glam?? One of the main band???

Inside their headspace, Moon smacked their head with the palm of their hand. Stupid, stupid, stupid Moon. He was going to get decommissioned. Oh Faz, he was going to get Sun decommissioned. Moon’s grip on Monty tightened as they panicked.

“Uh, darlin’?”

What were they going to do? They were head of security, what kind of security guard injures the coworkers they’re supposed to be guarding??

‘Moony, breathe!’ Sun called out. ‘You’re fine, everything’s fine!’ His counterpart whined internally.

“Moon!“

“Hngk!”

Monty’d smacked both clawed hands on either side of Moon’s face, forcing them to focus on him. “Dude, don’t worry. My tail was already messed up before I went to Kid’s Cove. Y’just busted it a little more is all.”

Moon started shaking. Wow Monty, way to go; wordsmith of the year over here. A real smooth operator.

“Tell ya what, let’s make a deal. You help me get to P&S in the next few minutes, and I don’t tell anyone you scared me so hard you helped break my tail a little. ‘Kay?”

Moon nodded, calming down. Sun took a breathed a sigh of relief. His partner tended to overthink to the extreme sometimes.

“Cool. So how’re we doing this? Do I lean on you or- WHOA!”

The Daycare Attendant wasted no time in scooping the other up princess style and calling for their cable. Once it was secured and they made sure Monty was holding on, they bounced a few times before leaping into the air and ‘flying‘ towards P&S.

“This is awesooommeeee!!!” Monty yelled, his mohawk getting mussed by the wind. The two touched down in front of the elevators, Moon figured they might as well just keep carrying the Glamrock all the way since it’d be faster than helping him walk.

"We know you said it was fine, but we’d like to apologize again for accidentally hurting you.” They said, letting him down in front of the P&S entrance.

“It’s fiiiiine.”

“But we-”

A spark went through the bassist’s mind. “Actually,” Monty said, tilting his head to the left and tapping his chin with blunt claws. “There is one thing y'could do that'd make us totally square.”

The jester’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “What is it? We could fly you around again, or, or-. Bandaids!”

Moon started counting on their fingers what they thought they could do. “We have first aid in our chest cavity. We usually kiss booboos better for the little comets but we don’t think that works for robots... Mmmm, only Chica can ingest food so Moondrops and Sundrops wouldn’t work on you. Uh-.”

 “Whoa whoa, cher. Nothing like that.” Did they really just offer to kiss his tail better? Pfff, man these guys were a riot. “I was just wonderin’ if you’d be fine with me keeping your old bell is all.”

“Our old... bell?” The Daycare Attendant’s face plate spun in confusion. “You still have it?” To be honest, they’d thought the Glamrock had thrown it away or lost it. Or maybe it’d gotten snatched by one of the cleaning crew or children. Kids sure did love shiny objects. Heck even their assistant, Nina, loved to hoard little trinkets that fell around the craft area or into the lost and found.

“Yeah, I uh, y’kno.” The bassist scratched the back of his head. It sounded kind of weird now that he was saying it out loud. Stupid Roxy, forgetting how bad he was at lying on the fly. Yep, it was totally all her fault. “It’s shiny an’ round. I like the sound it makes.”

HHHHHhhhhhh stop explaining, you idiot. You’re making it worse! Monty could feel his servers heating up as he rambled. Oh Faz, he couldn’t stop. Shut up, shut up, shut uuuup!!

Moon tugged the cap over their face as Monty kept talking. In the dark lighting, Monty could clearly see the left half of their face plate glowing through the fabric. At least he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward.

‘Say yes, say yes, say yes!’ Sun chanted, flapping his fists in excitement. Their rays were spinning out of control.

“You can keep it.” They said, interrupting both animatronics with a slightly muffled voice. And before the gator could say anything else (please no, let the convo die with some grace), Moon blurted something about finishing their patrol and they were gone.

The only evidence of Moon being there was the sound of jester bells getting farther away and, at one point, the animatronic tripping over a fallen endo in their haste.

BONUS:

chica is finishing up her appointment, freddy is in a recharge station, roxy just got out of her update

roxy: what the fuck kind of train wreck did i just watch with my own 2 eyes

monty, muzzle hidden behind his claws: shut uuuup

roxy: what happened to lying about the bell. oh my god were you flirting with the daycare attendant :D

monty: LEAVE ME ALOOOONEEE ( /)////(\)

roxy: this is amazing, i’m telling chica once she’s done charging

monty: /groans/

side: moon tries to copy ch 1 monty in this in a permission/ example kind of way

like when you’re not sure if your friend is ok with being called babe and then someone calls them that and you’re like 'ah! that nickname is ok for them!’, except with sneaking up on each other

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Fire and Ice Day for @nessianweek Yes, I just wanted an excuse to write more hockey player Cassian. No, I will not be taking criticisms at this time. Follow up to this drabble. Hope you enjoy! :) 

Nesta steps out of the English building, taking in a deep breath of the crisp, winter air. The lecture hall had been stifling, and the way Professor Matthews had droned on and on about Chekhov had her desperate for the class to end. She cuts across the Commons, heading toward the library, when she hears heavy footsteps fall in beside her. She doesn't need to look to know who they belong to. 

"So about that dinner," Cassian starts. 

"I don't actually recall agreeing to it." 

"Well, how else am I supposed to thank you for being there in my time of concussion need?" 

"You don't need to thank me. Maybe I was just hoping to see if a good thwack to your head would finally fix it. Clearly, it didn't." 

"Sadly, all it did was make my two working brain cells become just one," Cassian says, putting on his best solemn tone. 

The comment pulls a surprised laugh out of Nesta, and when she turns her head to look at Cassian, his smile is wide and his eyes are bright. She swears she can almost see pride swimming in those flecks of gold that make up his hazel eyes. 

"So what time should I pick you up?" 

Nesta doesn't respond. She merely rolls her eyes with a scoff and continues toward the library. That is until Cassian uses his long strides to step in front of her, effectively cutting her path off. 

"What do you have to lose?"

"My sanity?" 

"So 6:00 then?" 

Nesta takes a moment to take Cassian in. He still has that cocky grin that never seems to leave splashed across his face. But she doesn't miss the way he fidgets, running a hand through his tangle of dark curls, nor does she miss the nervous pinch around his eyes. She supposes she could go for a good meal, and while Cassian most definitely gets under her skin, he's not the worst company. 

"I have to meet with my group for our psychology project. 7:00?" 

"Deal." 

The smile on Cassian's face pulls even wider, and Nesta's pretty sure the only thing keeping him from actually cheering is the way he clenches his fists at his side. It's endearing, and Nesta bites the inside of her cheek to keep her own smile tampered down. 

"Well, see you then," Nesta says, starting back toward her original destination of the library. 

"Wear something nice, yeah?" Cassian calls after her. 

Nesta flips him off over her shoulder at the comment, and Cassian's booming laughter follows her all the way across the Commons. 

Luckily, meeting with the students in her group project isn't too migraine inducing. They divvy up the work and all agree on who will take which slides. When she makes it back to her dorm, she pulls a black dress out and gets started on her makeup. 

At 7:00 on the dot, there's a knock at her door. She quickly slips on her heels before pulling it open, Cassian waiting on the other side. The way that Cassian's mouth drops open and the awed way he whispers, "holy shit," has a blush creeping in and settling on Nesta's cheeks. 

"You clean up nice," she notes. 

And he does. Cassian has on a button down, the sleeves rolled up slightly, the tanned skin of his forearms and the ink that swirls against it on full display. Both the shirt and the black slacks he's wearing are form fitting, showing off the athletic cut to his body, years of skating having done wonders for honing the muscles. And while Cassian's dark curls are loose against his shoulders, Nesta can tell he's put product in it. 

Nesta waits for Cassian to make some sort of quip back after her comment, maybe for him to even comment on her, but he just continues to stare like he can't believe she's actually real. She tries not to focus on the fact that look has her heart beating double time in her chest, or the fact that warmth settles through her whole body. Instead, Nesta just rolls her eyes and steps fully into the hall, closing her door behind her. The sound seems to jolt Cassian back to reality, who blinks hard before his eyes focus properly on Nesta's own. 

"Wait," he says. "Bring your skates."

"My skates?" Nesta asks confusedly. "I thought we were going to dinner?"

"We are, but bring them."

"Why?"

"Just bring them." 

Nesta sighs, clearly not getting a straight answer out of him. But she heads back inside, stuffing a heavy pair of socks into her skates. She steps into the hall, skates in hand, and raises a pointed eyebrow as if to ask, 'happy?' Cassian's just answers with a wide grin. 

Cassian leads Nesta down to his truck, and she's surprised when he drives them to one of the higher end chophouses downtown. Dinner is good and the conversation flows easily between them. Cassian even asks Nesta about her current book and actually looks genuinely interested as she explains it. Although, his smirk is infuriating as she tries to subtly skip over the more… scandalous parts. 

After dinner, they clamber back into Cassian's truck, and Nesta's brow pinches in confusion as they pull into the rink parking lot. This explains the skate request. When Nesta looks over at Cassian, his eyes are already on her. Under the yellow glow of the parking lot lights, his eyes look extra golden, but Nesta doesn't miss the mischievous glint swimming in them. 

"I'm not exactly dressed for skating," Nesta points out, glancing down at her dress as if to prove her point. 

"Says who?"

"I'm serious." 

Rather than respond, Cassian just reaches back into the backseat of his truck, producing one of the hockey team sweatshirts, which he holds out toward Nesta. Nesta hesitates for only a moment before she's pulling it on over her dress. It's clearly too big on her, but the fabric is soft and the scent of fabric softener and Cassian fills her senses. 

When they get inside, the Friday night public skate is still in full swing, families and awkward high school dates milling about on the ice and in the lobby. In their attire, Nesta is sure that she and Cassian must stick out like sore thumbs. They walk up to the reception desk, and Nesta expects Cassian to ask for two passes for the public skate, but instead he and the rink staffer share a pointed look and then a key is being slid inconspicuously into Cassian's hand. Before Nesta can even start to ask what that means, Cassian is grabbing her hand, pulling her down the hall, past the locker rooms and snack bar. His eyes quickly dart around before he slides the key into the right side of the double doors, tugging Nesta inside and flipping on the lights. 

"The tiny-ass practice rink?" Nesta asks, looking around.

"Bal owes me a favor," Cassian explains, pocketing the key. 

Cassian grabs Nesta's hand again and leads her around to the benches. They each take their time trading their shoes for skates before stepping out onto the ice. 

There's something about the way ice feels under her feet that calms Nesta in a way nothing else can. The cutting sound of her skates against it is like music to her ears. She glides easily to center ice, taking a deep breath and letting the cold welcome her into its embrace. She feels Cassian's presence behind her, warm hands settling on her hips. 

"You know you look better in this sweatshirt than I ever did," he says, voice pitched low. 

"Sounds like a personal problem," Nesta counters, turning around to face Cassian. "It's not my fault even hockey things look better on figure skaters." 

"Big words coming from someone who needs a toe pick to stop."

"That's not what a toe pick is for." 

"How about a race then? To settle things." 

"Fine." 

They both skate over to the goal line, getting into their starting positions. Cassian counts them in with a ‘ready, set, go,’ and then they’re off, sprinting down the ice. Nesta’s hair whips past her face, the cool rink air rushing along her cheeks, as she pushes her legs to go faster and faster still. Cassian crosses the other goal line first, an icy spray flying up as he stops hard before the boards. Nesta stops beside him, crossing her arms as she takes in his wide smirk. 

"You totally cheated."

"What? I did not."

"You have longer legs. It's an unfair advantage."

"Sounds like excuses to me. Just admit it. Hockey players are better."

"Are they? Could a hockey player do this?" 

Nesta pushes off the boards and settles easily into her stride. A swing of her leg and a push of her foot and she's up in the air, pulling her arms in tight as she twists and twists around. Her feet land back on the ice and she glides out of the move gracefully. When her eyes land back on Cassian, his own are wide and awed as he watches her. But then his eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest. 

“Who’s cheating now?” 

“Fine. Something simple then.” 

Nesta jumps and does a single twist, holding her arms out when she lands and raising an eyebrow toward Cassian in challenge. His eyes stay narrowed on her, but he pushes off the boards, settling into a stride toward center ice. 

“How hard can it be,” Cassian mutters. 

Cassian skates a few circles, clearly trying to walk himself through the move, trying to hype himself up. Nesta has to bite the inside of her cheek while she waits. After a few moments, he throws himself into the air, spinning around once. His skates land back on the ice, and for a moment, Nesta is about to be impressed, but then his left foot is slipping out from under him. He falls ass-first onto the ice with a loud ‘oof.’ 

Nesta can’t help the loud laugh that tears its way out of her chest. She tries to press a hand to her mouth to stifle it, but her whole body shakes with it. When she finally calms down and finds Cassian's stare again, his face is marred with an unimpressed frown. 

“I’m so glad my pain brings you joy,” Cassian says sarcastically before holding his arms up toward her. “Aren’t you going to help me up?” 

“No.” 

Nesta realizes she’s made a mistake. A slow smirk slides across Cassian’s face and even from across the rink, there’s no missing the mischievous glint in his eyes. Before Nesta can even blink, Cassian is on his feet and charging toward her across the ice. The rink is small with nowhere to go, so soon Nesta finds herself cornered back against the boards, Cassian’s arms bracketing her in on either side. 

Cassian opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but it gets lost along the way, and instead he just stares. This close up, Nesta can see the greens hidden in his hazel eyes, the way they flicker under the rink lights. Cassian’s eyes drop down to her lips before settling back on her eyes, and Nesta’s heart does a little flip in her chest. 

"Can I kiss you?"

"What if I say no?"

Cassian leans in closer, and Nesta can feel his warm breath ghosting over her lips, is sure that he can feel the way the breath hitches in her throat. 

"Say no, then," Cassian whispers. 

The silence hangs between them for only a second before Cassian closes the distance, pressing his lips to Nesta’s. Nesta practically melts into it, pressing closer as their lips slot and slide against one another. One of Cassian’s hands comes up to bracket her jaw, his other arm wrapping securely around her waist. She can feel the way he sighs against her lips, the deep groan in his chest as the kiss deepens. 

"Hey, why are the lights on back here?" 

They break apart at the sudden voice, Cassian taking Nesta’s hand and tugging her down so they’re hidden behind the boards and out of sight. They can hear the footsteps of the rink staffer walking around, and Nesta turns to glare at Cassian. 

"I swear, if we end up arrested because of you…"

"Don't worry. I'd never let that happen. We're both too pretty for jail."

[georgeandiareinparis111]

My marks (George x reader)

Warnings: insecurity-hating your stretch marks- ngl, this is pretty self degrading-happy ending tho

A/n: oof, okie. I kinda wrote this for me at first. This is an insecurity that I really struggle with and I just needed something to help me. I realized that I’m not alone and that other people feel this way too. I hope this helps you if you need it.

Your sat on the bathroom counter, legs spread and fingers Delicately tracing over the stretch marks that Adorn your inner thighs. You find yourself here a lot, trying to love the artwork that’s been permanently etched into your skin. You’ve been trying for what seems like forever now, you’re starting to think that there is just no love saved up for them and that you’ll continue to cridge whenever you get a glimpse of them in the mirror.

You first noticed them when you were ten, you gained a little weight in your thighs when you started puberty but didn’t think much of it until one summer day when you went to put on your swimsuit. Whilst you were slipping it on, you saw the jagged stripes moving upwards on your thighs, it scared you. Insecurity followed almost eminently, causing you to take your swimsuit off and skip the walk to the lake with your friends.

Everything changed for you that day. You started to notice how other girls’ upper legs were smaller than yours, and how their waist and hips were Curvier. You wanted that, you wanted what the models on the covers of magazines had, all the fake stuff that you failed to realize was, as said, fake.

When they handed you your uniform when you started your first year at Hogwarts, you almost burst into tears at the sight of the neatly folded skirt on the top of your pile. You hated skirts, they always rode up your legs when you sat down, your marks on full display to whoever was sitting next to you. Meeting the twins, George specifically, didn’t make your feelings toward yourself any better. George Weasley was your first real crush, a lot of girls liked him, a lot of girls that had your desired body.

Why would he want someone like me? Why does he even talk to me? Are just some of the thoughts that would go through your head when you saw the redhead walking towards you. You two kicked it off quite well and are now best friends, he even asked you out to the yule ball. One thing led to another and you’ve now been in a happy relationship for almost a year.

When George looks at you, he sees perfect in its Entirety, beautiful, amazing. He sees the complete opposite of what you see, gross, ugly, unworthy of him and his love. He would never understand how you feel. Contrary to what you believe, George knows how you feel about yourself, he’s seen the way you look yourself up and down when you catch your reflection in a mirror, or how you avoid looking at your lower half when you get out of the shower.

He hates it, the fear of making you feel worse about yourself is the only thing keeping him from making it a topic of conversation. He wishes that you could see what he does when you look in the mirror, beauty at its most pure and organic form, Like the flower that you hear him call you so often, his flower.

Nothing is stopping him from walking into your dorm at this exact moment, the same moment that a single tear rolls down your cheek. “Y/n?!” He calls your name, you try to stop crying but you can’t. You let out a broken sob, alerting him from the other room, compelling him to lightly knock on the door.

“Darling?” He slowly opens the door, seeing you makes his heart break into a million pieces, your face in your hands, body shaking with each sob. He makes his way over to where you sit, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug “What’s the matter, my flower?” He whispers into the top of your head “M-my marks, Georgie” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet with his concerned and worry filled eyes. “Marks?” You nod your head, looking back down into your lap. He tried to come up with what you could be talking about, then he looked down at your legs. “Oh”

He kisses the top of your head, rubbing a tear that starts to fall down your face “There beautiful” You scoff, shaking your head “No, no there not” You hop off the counter, going out into your dorm and slipping on a pair of sweatpants, before flopping down on your bed. George follows you out, sitting on the edge of your bed “Yes they are” He says, rubbing up and down your leg.

“No! Fuck George, they’re horrible! I hate them so much” He goes silent “Why? Why do I have these things all over me? Why can’t I just be normal like all the other girls in this fucking school? Why do you even like me?!” He just looks at you, his eyes start to water at the realization that he’s failed to make you feel beautiful like he should.

He takes your hand bringing it up to his lips and kisses every knuckle, before sighing deeply “These marks are like artwork” He says, getting in between your legs “A beautiful piece of work that should be displayed in every museum across the globe” “W-what are you doing?” You ask as he starts taking your sweats off “Trust me” He looks into your eyes, pure love and admiration radiating from them.

You nod your head, lifting your hips so he can easily take your pants off. He starts kissing your calves, moving down your leg to your inner thigh, kissing every individual scar. “I love them, you know, no one’s stretch marks are the same. They make a person’s body Unique to them” He switches legs, giving the same attention to the left one. You run your fingers through his hair, getting a rush of serotonin from all the attention and love that he’s giving you.

“You’re so beautiful, but I like you because of you. Every time I hear your laugh I fall harder, everything about you is so perfect” He moves above you, kissing you gently as if you would break if he touched you too harshly.

“Thank you, Georgie” “You’re welcome, my love, do you feel any better” You think for a second, did it? Did all the pain and discomfort that you feel about yourself just disappear? No, not all of it, it's gonna take time but you know that George will help you get through it.

“A little bit” He smiled, kissing you lightly “Good”

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[agustdakasuga]

You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 3

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

You’re enjoying a nice picnic with Jimin when all of a sudden, you meet his 6 brothers and they all seek shelter in your home. 

“Jimin. Would you like some fruit?” You asked as you packed your bag full of food. Jimin barked, wagging his tail. Honestly, he wasn’t even crazy about food but the fact that he could share something with you excited him.

“Alright, someone loves his fruit.” You snorted and packed bananas, grapes, apples and a small knife inside your bag. You made sure all the food containers were securely closer and you filled up two water bottles with cold water, one for you and one for Jimin. 

“Ready?” You smoothed down the skirt of your sundress. 

“Yes!” Jimin jumped. You laughed and patted his head. Jimin walked slightly ahead of you out of pure excitement. He led you to a spot right by the lake. 

“Here?” You took the blanket out of your bag and laid it down. To weigh it down, you put the food containers out. Jimin also sat his butt down on one corner to help you. 

“I got it bubba.” You winked and placed a container down. Jimin almost smiled in satisfaction and moved closer to you. 

“Thankfully the weather is perfect today.” You hummed. 

Jimin sat beside you, panting as he stared out into the lake. You ate your chicken sandwich while you put out some beef mince mixed with rice for him. You stopped eating when you heard him gobbling out the food and burying his entire face into the container beside you. When you laughed, he looked up at you, blinking in confusion.

“You’re so messy, Jimin.” Reaching out, you removed the rice grains that stuck to his nose. 

He shook his head, snorting while you moved away in laughter. You continued eating your sandwich while he finished his own food and was even licking the bowl clean. 

“Slow down, bub.” You stroked his head. He huffed at the sight of his now empty bowl but started eyeing his sandwich. 

“Hey, hey. No eyeing. This is mine.” You held your sandwich away. 

“No! Jimin! No!” You laughed as he put a paw in your lap to give him some leverage. He stood over you, his large weight and body making you fall back onto your back. You squealed as Jimin leaned down to eat the sandwich out of your hand. 

“No!” You shouted. Jimin moved back to his spot as you watched him eat the rest of your sandwich. You glared at him. 

“Yah! How dare you!” You slapped him repeatedly. Jimin just ate your food until all that was left where the breadcrumbs on the mat. He looked at you and you crossed your arms. 

“I’m not talking to you.” You scoffed, turning away as you ate some fruit. 

*Whimper*

Jimin came behind you and you felt him put a paw against your back. You continued to ignore him but a small smile was on your face. Jimin continued to whine and whimper for your attention. Then you felt him rest his head on your shoulder, his fur against your ear and his damp nose touching your cheek lightly. His whines and whimpers got louder. 

“Excuse me, personal space.” You ducked out from under him. His ears folded down and he pawed you gently. 

“Alright! Alright! Geez. Here.” You broke half of the banana you were eating and held it out. Jimin’s ears perked up as he gently licked it up from your hand, chewing happily. 

“I wish we could stay here forever.” You threw an arm around his neck and leaned against him. 

“Her hugs always feel good.” Jimin closed his eyes.

“You know, I haven’t been here in a while because the last time I came here was with my granddad. The tide was high and he taught me to skip stones. When he passed away, I tried coming again but it felt lonely to just sit here alone.” Tears pooled in your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, (y/n).” Jimin turned to you with soft eyes. He gave a low whine and nudged you with his nose gently. 

“But now, I have you.” You leaned in to kiss his muzzle. He licked your cheek lightly and you smiled, ruffling his fur. You stood up and walked to the edge of the lake. Jimin walked over and stood by your side. 

The wind blew against your form, lightly pushing your hair back. Jimin looked up at you and your beauty. 

“Y-You...” Jimin was stunned. You looked down at Jimin, tilting your head in confusion as he just continued to stare at you. Jimin opened his mouth but couldn’t speak.

“Y-You’re my m- OOF!” Jimin was suddenly tackled by something. You screamed in shock, backing away in fear. 

“J-Jimin!” You screamed in horror as another wild wolf stood over Jimin. This wolf was bigger and a darker brown with black tips on his ears and tail. 

“JIMINIE!” 

“T-Tae?!” The smaller wolf stared up at his best friend and beta wolf. His mind link was working again! Taehyung gave the same grin that he always had. Jimin turned to see your still shocked and scared expression, pushing Taehyung off him. He bumped his muzzle against Taehyung’s and Taehyung jumped up, putting his front paws around Jimin’s neck playfully. 

“Are you okay?” You asked Jimin. Jimin trotted over to you while Taehyung just stared, his head tilting at you. Jimin put his head under your hand so you could pet him. You smiled softly at him. 

“You... know him?” You bent down in front of him and Jimin let out a bark. 

You tried your best to hide your hurt and sadness with a smile. Of course, you were happy for Jimin to find a pack member but then, that meant you were alone again. 

“C-Congratulations... Jimin.” Your voice shook. Jimin blinked in confusion at your sudden change. What was wrong? 

“I... just remembered that I have some work to do.” You headed back to the picnic mat and bent down to pack everything up into your bag. Taehyung and Jimin stared at you. Jimin didn’t like your sudden coldness. You were giving off such sad emotions. 

“It... It was nice having you around, Jimin. Maybe... I’ll see you again soon.” You turned away before you could cry. 

“W-What...?” Jimin’s jaw hung open in shock as he watched your rushed form head back through the forest. He let out a sad whimper. 

“Who is she?” Taehyung asked. 

“Someone who took care of me and loves me. I need to go, Tae.” Jimin started walking in the direction of where you went to go back to your cabin. Taehyung followed behind him. 

“What about the hyungs and Jungkook?!” Taehyung barked. 

“I...I need to make sure that she’s okay.” Jimin ran to the cabin. Taehyung continued to follow him, not wanting to lose his brother again. Jimin went to the cabin and pawed at the door while he whimpered but you didn’t answer. Taehyung sniffed the area, the house was empty, there was no one inside. The two of them walked away. 

“Maybe she’s just walking.” Taehyung comforted. 

“Let’s go find the hyungs and Jungkook first. Where are they?” Jimin asked. Taehyung led the way. 

“We’ve been hiding in a cave. We’re getting a new house built nearby. They’ll be happy to see you again.” Taehyung jumped over a tree root and Jimin followed. 

“I couldn’t hear any of you through the mind link. But luckily I could see your crystals when I went to the lake.” Jimin said. 

“That’s weird but usually, strong emotions do block the mind link.” Taehyung explained as they came before the entranceway of a cave. As the two wolves entered deeper into the cave, Jimin could hear the familiar squabbling. Jimin couldn’t help but smile. 

“Hyungs! Jungkook!” He barked. 

“Jimin?! Is that really you?” All 5 wolves turned and rushed to him. Well, some were limping over. 

“Jin hyung! Hobi hyung! Are you okay?” Jimin panicked. 

“We were hit hard that even our sped up healing is taking a while. How have you been, Jimin? You look good.” Hoseok smiled despite the pain in his leg. Jimin thought about you and your sad expression. 

“I’ve been with a human. She found me the night I ran away and has been taking care of me ever since. She’s really nice, not like other humans! At first, she’s cold and seems like she doesn’t care but she’s really funny, loves to laugh and... vulnerable. I like being around her.” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you. 

“Does she... know?” Namjoon asked. 

“Not yet. She’s fragile so I don’t want to scare her. It’s only been like 4 days.” Jimin shook his head. 

“Why don’t we go see her? Her cabin is near here. She’ll help Hoseok hyung and Jin hyung! This cave is not a good place. Maybe she’ll let us stay there until the house is built.” Jimin suggested. 

“I don’t know...” The pack members looked at each other uneasily. 

“Trust me! She’s not like other humans!” Jimin persuaded. They nodded their heads and followed Jimin to your cabin. He led the way. When they passed by a big, open field, Jimin saw in the middle. 

*bark*

“J-Jimin?” You wiped the tears from your eyes as you looked at Jimin. He barked and ran towards you. Smiling, you opened your arms and let him jump at you. You wrapped your arms around him and laughed as you fell on the ground, letting him stand over you. 

“You’re back.” You smiled. There was another bark and you sat up to see 6 other wolves there, the same wolf as before with them. 

“Is this your pack?” You asked and Jimin barked. He nudged you to stand up and pushed you over to them. You bent down in front of them, holding a slightly shaky hand out. 

“You’re hurt.” You saw the white wolf with a layer of gold on his back limping. 

“Let me treat you?” You offered. Jimin barked and jumped. You walked back to your cabin with Jimin by your side, the 6 others following behind you. 

“Wait here.” You put your bag down and went to the kitchen. The 6 sniffed around the area. Jimin’s scent was definitely prominent in here, he was telling the truth. You offered him shelter. 

“Come. Whoever is injured.” You sat down. You scrolled on your phone to research on how to treat wolves. Hoseok gave Jimin an unsure look, who nodded back at him. He stepped forward and you gave a small smile. Opening the first aid kit, you took the bandages out. You saw a similar cut on his leg as Jimin had on his side. 

“This may hurt.” You warned and purple sprayed the wound. The wolf pulled away but you stroked his back comfortingly. 

“It’ll be okay. I’m sorry.” You hushed. Taking the gauze, you wrapped the bandage around his leg. When you were done, you assumed that was all until the light grey wolf stepped forward. 

“You’re hurt too?” You cooed. 

Jin lifted his front paw. When you touched it, he let out a growl. It was definitely inflamed and warm to the touch. You stood up and went to get an ice pack. The first thing you did was wrap his paw then gently laid the ice pack over it. You held your hands out. 

“Sit here. It’ll help take some pain off.” You cleared up and went to the kitchen to wash your hands. Turning, you saw the 7 wolves staring at you. 

“Huh?” You blinked.

“She’s amusing.” Jungkook scoffed. 

“Told ya~” Jimin sang as he headed over to you. His brothers watch as you bent down to ruffle his fur with a smile as you cut some fruits. You didn’t have much feed 7 wolves. 

“Have this first while I figure out what I can give you all. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to feed 6 more wolves tonight, other than Jimin.” You sighed as you laid the fruit down. They sniffed and took a bite while you sat on the couch, keeping your distance and munching on a banana. Jimin jumped up and came to you, staring at you.

“You have some there! Why do you have to take mine?” You complained. Jimin just stepped closer to you. 

“Fine! Fine! Just take it! Food nabber.” You rolled your eyes and broke a piece off, holding it out to him. Jimin smiled in triumph and gobbled it. You shot him a dirty look as you ate the small leftovers of your fruit. 

“I don’t know if you’re here to stay but I’m glad you’re back, Jimin.” You ruffled his fur. 

Standing up, you cleared the empty plates that you used for the wolves and went to wash your hands. 

“I’ll be in my room. If you guys need me, Jimin knows where to find me.” You smiled and went upstairs to your room. You fell back on your bed, putting a hand against your chest. You were feeling overwhelmed. All of a sudden, there were 7 wolves in your home instead of just 1. 

“It’s alright. Calm down. They’re Jimin’s family and just needed your help and shelter.” You huffed.

-

“Jimin, are you planning to tell her?” Namjoon asked as Jimin sat back down. Jimin sighed, hanging his head low.

“I should but I don’t want to scare her. She’s... already going through so much.” Jimin sighed. He didn’t even get to declare what he wanted to declare at the lake because of Taehyung’s interruption. 

“She’s nice, Jimin. You’re right. She isn’t like the other humans.” Taehyung smiled. 

“I told you.” Jimin nodded in agreement. He left his brothers to go upstairs. Using his nose, he squeezed through and pushed the door open. You were humming to yourself as you arranged your bookshelf, so absorbed that you didn’t even notice Jimin entering. Jimin didn’t bother you, curling up on your fluffy carpet and just watching you. 

“Woah. You scared me there, partner.” You stepped back. 

“Jimin, are you happy to have found your family?” You asked and he lifted his head, wagging his tail. 

“Well, I’m happy you’re happy.” You giggled. You laid down, using his middle as your pillow. You snuggled into his warmth as he looked back at you with so much adoration and affection. 

“Sleep, (y/n). You’ve been through a lot today.” Jimin put his head down. His slow heartbeat was able to lull you to sleep. 

“You’ve really grown attached to this human, huh?” A voice said and Jimin lifted his head, careful of not moving too much to disturb you. 

“Hyung... I don’t know...” Jimin faced the all white wolf. 

“You’ve only been with her for 4 days and you’re so enchanted by her. Why are you so enamoured by her? Do you not remember what humans do to us? Those hunters? They’re humans. They’re all out to get us, Chim.” Yoongi growled lowly. 

“That’s different, hyung. (y/n) wouldn’t hurt us.” Jimin shook his head.

“And how are you so sure?” Yoongi glared.

“Because she cried when I left with Tae to find you. If she was going to hurt me, she would have taken the chance to when she found me injured. She wouldn’t have helped Jin hyung and Hobi hyung.” Jimin argued. 

“You’re hiding something.” Yoongi’s eyes widened in realisation as he moved back slightly.

“What?” 

“You’re hiding something. Taehyung said your mind link was blocked but mind links can never be blocked, especially one that is as strong as ours. It can only be blocked by... strong emotions.” Yoongi’s eyes travelled to you. 

“I don’t know either, hyung.” Jimin lied. 

“Come downstairs. We’re having a meeting.” Yoongi turned and walked downstairs. Your head had rolled off Jimin’s body so thankfully, he could get up without waking you. He stood on your bed and grabbed your blanket, pulling it over your sleeping form to cover you. Turning to give you one last glance, he walked downstairs to meet with his brothers. 

By the time you woke up, the sun had set. You were lying in your room, alone on the floor, with the blanket over you. 

“Jimin?” You called. There was no replying sound. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and tossed your blanket back on your bed as you headed downstairs. There were no sounds. 

“Jimin?” You called again, searching the kitchen, bathroom and living room. You even went outside to find it empty. 

“Jimin...” You whispered and fell onto the dirt. He...left? 

You felt a lump in your throat. Once again, you were alone. Jimin had probably left with his pack, go back to the wild where he belonged. You didn’t own him and he didn’t owe you anything. He didn’t need to stay now that he was reunited with his brothers. 

“A goodbye would have sufficed.” You chuckled bitterly as you wiped your tears. There was a howl, followed by leaves crunching. 

“Jimin?” You turned around, only to be faced with an unfamiliar wolf. He growled at you, bearing his canines as he stepped towards you. His eyes glowed red and you scrambled back. 

“S-Stay back!” You shouted. 

This wolf snapped his jaws at you as you gulped. He leapt forward and almost got your ankle but you reeled your legs back. This was how you were going to die. 

*Howl*

Suddenly, there was a flash and 7 wolves stood in front of you. They flashed their canines, growling and hissing. You knew them, well, one of them. It was Jimin! The bigger, black wolf brother of Jimin barked at the enemy and he ran away. You sighed in relief, bursting into tears as you wrapped your arms around Jimin, crying. 

“I...I thought you left again! I was so scared! I... I... I... thought I was going to... die.” You cried into his neck. Something wet touched your arm. 

“H-Hello. Sorry.” You faced Jimin’s brother, wiping your tears in embarrassment. The dark grey wolf was also bigger than Jimin. He panted, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth as he whined. 

“Thank you. I’m fine.” You chuckled. You held your hand out and Jungkook looked at Jimin, who nodded. 

“Just put your head under your hand. She wants you to do it only if you want to.” Jimin explained. Jungkook ducked down slightly, putting his head under your palm. 

“Your fur is so soft.” You said in awe. 

“Thank you for protecting me. Sorry, you had to see that. As I always tell Jimin, I’m a little crazy and overboard sometimes.” You turned to all 7 of them, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. Standing up, you dusting your clothes and went into the house. The 7 followed. 

“No more beef, bub. But I’ll mix chicken and pork.” You tried to console as Jimin poked his head into the freezer to see what meat you were taking out to cook for their dinner. 

Jimin scowled, giving you the same flat look. You raised your hands in defence as you took out the packs of mince to thaw. 

“Your fault for not warning me about guests.” You shrugged and cooked some rice. Looks like you’ll have to go grocery shopping again soon. 

~~

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[wakatvshi]

Hi! I saw your requests were open, and I absolutely love how you write bertholdt! I was wondering if maybe we could get some nsfw hcs for him as a switch? Anyway, hope you have a lovely day, and thank you so much if you take this one! 🥰

Thank you so much omg. Bertholdt is one of my favorites to write of all time so I’m excited that people like the way I write him. Plus switch Bertholdt? More canon than you think.

SWITCH HEADCANONS FOR BERTHOLDT HOOVER ══▸

Obviously the man is usually a bottom, we know this, he knows this. He’s good at following orders and likes to follow orders. He usually does better when he’s given direction. So he makes literally the perfect bottom/sub. But there are times when he gets oof....

When you’re with Berhtoldt he needs someone to take over in the beginning of your sexual relationship he’s a very nervous person and lbr he’s got like 0 experience because I just don’t think he could ever actually sleep with someone without being connected to them emotionally. It’s just kinda who he is which is totally okay. 

Even if you’ve never had any experience either he needs someone to take charge. Even simple things, for Bertholdt instruction is good! Telling him what you like, telling him what to do, do it. Make him talk, make him tell you what he likes or he never will.

It doesn’t take you long to realize how much he likes it when you tell him what to do, when you give him instruction or when you ‘make’ him do something? He’s excited and his eyes light up when you tell him he did a good job. 

He lives to have you ride him. His cock OR his face if you’re riding him he’s living for it. Especially if you’re giving him praise the whole time, call him a good boy, tell him how good his cock/mouth/tongue are and he’s a mess under you.

A reoccurring theme with Bertholdt is that he can master literally everything he does and he can do it quickly. So as soon as he learns what you like he knows how to do it. He knows how to make you scream without even really trying to, and yet he does try so imagine that one. 

Size kink too, Bertholdt is a big man (i’ll die on 6′6 time skip Bertholdt hill). Tell him his cock is too big, talk about his huge hands and fingers. Literally you’ll have him a mess. 

Tease this man and he loves it, it drives him crazy and it will have him a mess of his own muttering and whimpering. Bertholdt wants you to know he likes what you’re doing too! 

Not too much into pain? He doesn’t really want to be hurt badly but some choking, slapping, biting, scratching? Stuff like that he’s crazy about.

On the other hand though? As much as this man loves being a sub and how good he is at being a bottom? Oh man sometimes he snaps, especially if he’s had a rough day or if he’s been having people walk all over him that day he can top the fuck out of you.

If you thought size kink was bad with Bertholdt when he’s subbing? Dom Bertholdt get’s so filthy with it. He makes sure you know how big he is and okay no matter what size you are? Uh Bertholdt is HUGE.

Asking you if you think you can take his huge cock, pushing inside you telling you how tight you are. Just a string of dirty talk about how big he is and how tight you are around him. He’ll do it with his fingers too, talk about how deep inside you he can reach. 

When your mouth is on his cock when he likes to pull your hair and fuck your throat. He’s surprisingly good at dirty talk but it’s always praise, even if he’s calling you a slut it’s still “Such a good slut. Made for taking my cock. So perfect.” He can be rough but he still makes sure that he’s ‘nice’ and in love with you so he can’t be a ‘mean’ dom. 

Bertholdt knows you love his big hands and loves to use them on you. Hair pulling or light chocking, the choking comes later for him because he does have to get more confident in that action. 

Bertholdt will fuck you hard, holding your legs up, making sure you feel small with him, he likes that he’s bigger than you. He likes having power than he doesn’t feel like he has other times. You give him that control that he needs.

Another thing to know about Bertholdt when he’s domming is that he STILL needs to be told he’s good he still needs the praise even if he’s not asking for it. Make sure he knows that you like what he’s doing. Praise this man when he’s doing literally anything to you. It will make him a better sub and want to listen or drive him to fuck you harder. 

[grogusmum]

Lucy's Treehouse

FRANKIE MORALES X F!READER

WORD COUNT: 1600ish

WARNINGS:

Frankie can lift you, nonexplicit description of injury, language, smoochies, implied sex, fluffy softness, Benny is lewd for a minute

SUMMARY: Frankie surprises you when he brings home the building supplies for Lucy's treehouse. Benny pops over unexpectedly. The boys of Delta Force help with the treehouse, but you are injured while working on it, and coddling is required. After your injury heals, it's your turn to surprise Frankie. (I suck at summaries, I always have... sorry)

I've listed translations for the Spanish used, singular words are below, and whole sentences are in the text of the fic in italic. (Spanish speakers, please do not hesitate to let me know if I am using anything incorrectly)

Dulzura: sweetness

Hermana: sister

Tió: uncle

Sobrina: niece

Cariño: love

Te amo: I love you

The Friday before a long weekend, and Frankie is pulling into the driveway from his shift at the garage. Hearing the truck, you poked your head out the window, and the bed of the truck is filled with pallets.

Your eyes get big, and you rush, barefoot, out of the house.

"You got them!" You shout gleefully, positively skipping down the walk to the truck, "we're starting this weekend??"

Frankie smiles wide. He loves it when you look like this. It's like the clouds parting and everything is bathed in sunshine.

"There's my sunshine!" He says, getting out of the truck. You run around to the driver's side and hop into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

"Oof! Yup, I figured we have a 3 day weekend..." Frankie starts but is distracted by your kisses.

"Eeee!!" You tighten your hug around his neck. With his hands under your bottom, he keeps you wrapped around him, "you'd think it was your treehouse."

You laugh giddily, "babe, Lucy is not even one. It's for her, sure, eventually, but now? It's for us! And. I am. Excited!"

Frankie raises an eyebrow, "excited excited?" You bring your mouth to his ear and whisper, "yep." He closes his eyes like he is marshaling himself. 

"Napping," you say with would be nonchalance. You move to get down, thinking about Frankie's back, but he doesn't allow it.

"Where’s the baby?"

He carries you into the house while you smile wide, "my, my, Mr. Morales! We will have to be quick, Lucy has been asleep for a bit already."

"Quick can be fun," says Frankie, heading up the stairs. "I need to clean up from work."

"Well then, take a left, dulzura."

Frankie closes his eyes and you hear a low growl. Then he turns left, into the bathroom, and sets you on the counter. He quickly turns on the shower to warm up and slips back between your legs. You began unbuttoning his work shirt, his soft lips on your neck and chin. You hum at the feeling, nipping at his now bare shoulder. The bathroom begins to fill with steam, as your kisses deepen.

"We gotta get in the shower. It's getting steamy," you breathe.

"Yeah, it is," Frankie smiles.

After slipping off the counter, the pair of you are a tangle of limbs as you get under the spray.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet dork of a husband."

After your shower, you dress quickly as you hear Lucia stirring. Frankie beats you to her. Lifting her out of the crib, he kisses Lucy's cheek and then blows a raspberry on it - she giggles infectiously.

He trots down the steps and turns into the kitchen.

Seeing Lucy, you say, "Okay, here is our sunshine!" Frankie places a lingering kiss on your forehead and looks deeply into your eyes with his warm brown ones. You close your eyes, Lucy looks on, touching your faces.

"Some combination of the team is coming to help with the treehouse," he informs you.

"Great, I've been to the grocery just this morning, we are stocked and can feed the crew," You placed Lucy in her highchair and clicked her in.

Frankie, does his little love pat to the old radio and turns it on. Suddenly, he sniffs the air, "You made your  Chowder?"

"I did!" You both move about the kitchen getting ready to sit for your 'mom's mom's mom's famous clam chowder' you made while Lucia napped. You smile. It was a rare treat due to the standards you keep for the ingredients.

"Baked the sourdough too."

"I hope you made enough for tomorrow because the guys are gonna be bummed... I mean, if Benny could smell this from his place, he'd be he -"

The kitchen door opens with a bang, and the younger member of the team comes in like a whirlwind, "do I smell your chowder?? And you didn't call!"

"I made enough for tomorrow," you laugh, "But truth be told, I know your jog takes you right by the house... thought I'd test a theory."

Benny laughs, kisses Lucy on the head, gives Frankie a bear hug, and then slides up to you, "how's tricks, doll face?"

"Excellent, grab yourself a bowl," you say, as you hip check him.

Frankie grabs the cup of spoons from the counter, puts it on the table, and then pulls some beers from the fridge. Getting him to try new beers has become easier, but there is always a bit of cajoling every time it happens with one of his friends present, "Okay, babe, beer from Boston?"

"It goes with the chowdah," you emphasize your nonexistent accent.

"So this means you went clamming?" Frankie asks as he hands the opened beer bottles around.

"I did," you say excitedly, "season just began, I got our license, and Lucy has begun learning her Mama's maritime secrets!" You gently pinch her cheek, "and she's a chip off the old block."

Frankie smiles, he jokes with you, that you are a mermaid who chose to stay on land just for him. You would always wink and shush him like it was a secret. He doesn't say this in front of Benny, but you know what he's thinking. So you wink, and his face flushes, loving that you know him so well.

"Okay, love birds, quit with the silent messages of love, er... whatever," Benny says playfully, pointing his spoon back and forth between the two of you.

When he had his first taste of the chowder of the season, he groans, sitting back, his eyes closed.

"Shall we leave you and your bowl alone?" You ask.

"I dunno, maybe. It's fucking amazing, I might have a semi," Benny says. You almost do a spit take from laughing.

Frankie points to Lucy as he tries not to laugh, "the baby, Benjamin!"

"Sorry Lucy-lu," Benny smirks. Frankie gives a patented "reproving dad look," so Benny tries to make more of a show of remorse.

"Thank the gods she is still little," you mutter, chuckling and shaking your head.

You and Frankie wake before Lucy, Saturday morning, to get set up. Frankie takes the cars out of the garage and sets up the table saw, and stacks lumber beside it.

While you shut the chickens in the henhouse, they share the side yard with the oak tree that would be fitted with the treehouse. You can not bear the thought of one of your girls getting underfoot and injured in the mayhem.

As you and Frankie work, Lucy happily plays in the backyard with a neighborhood kid you hired to keep her entertained.

Benny, Will, and Santiago round the corner to the side yard, with boisterous salutations. You turn off the sander you are using on one of the pallets, and Frankie climbs down the ladder to greet them.

"Hey! Thanks for coming, we've got drinks in the cooler," Frankie points to the cooler in the shade, "and obviously kitchens open, help yourself to food."

Will saunters over to the utility table strewn with tools, water bottles, a Bluetooth speaker, and the drawings of the treehouse.

He smiles, "this is, like, every kid's dream!"

"There’s no beer in the cooler," Benny exclaims, digging into the ice hoping to find some buried.

"It's 9:45 a.m. Benjamin," Frankie deadpans.

Everyone is working in earnest, and steadily, the treehouse takes shape. You are prying boards of one side of a pallet so you can fill in the spaces on the other side, making a solid floor. You had been doing this for a good part of the morning and have a rhythm down. You aren't even sure what happened, the crowbar bucks, there is a creak and a popping sound. When you look at your boot, there is a nail through it.

"Shit!"

With all the hammering and power tools going, no one hears you, except Frankie, who looks up like his spidey senses are tingling. He slides down the ladder and is beside you in moments. You are so distracted, and he was so fast. It was like he had just he appeared by magic beside you.

You feel a flush of shame, "I don't even know," is all you can say before clouds seemed to block the sun, and lights start to pop in front of your vision.

Everything stops.

The next thing you know, you are in a lounge chair under a tree in the backyard, boot off, and the guys all around. You feel like you are in a well.

"Where's Lucy?" You say looking around in alarm

"I sent her and Emerson inside to watch some T.V.," Frankie says quietly. "Let's get you to the ER."

The next morning, you sit on the couch, with your foot up and pouting. Frankie puttering around the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry babe," you say sadly.

"Please stop apologizing, Cariño," he plops Lucy on your lap. You smile at her and start making faces to make her laugh.

"The guys are coming back over to help again today and next week you'll be back up and around."

"I wanted this to be something built mostly by you and me," you sigh.

"It will be, we have tons still to do," he sits on the couch, rubbing your knee.

Santiago bursts into the house, "how is the foot, hermana?"

"Tió Santi!" You exclaim, bouncing Lucy. She reaches for him, and he covers his heart with both hands, "Come here, sobrina! I can not refuse you!" Pope pulls her into his arms, then looks down at you for your answer.

"Fine," you sigh, "annoyed, mostly."

Will and Benny poke their heads in. Will looks down at you, with sympathy, "how's it feel?"

You were about to answer when Benny pushed past everyone to pull you into a bear hug, "How ya doin' doll face? Is Frankie taking care of you?" For reasons only Benny knows, he looks at Frankie with suspicion, his chin on your head protectively. You laugh at his dramatics.

Frankie scowls at the implication, "yes." His hands rising to his hips, one then continues up to adjust his hat, before resettling back on his hip. He looks at you, “haven't I?”

You smirk, then look pitifully at Benny, "I haven't had a single popsicle." He gasps, tucking your face back under his chin, so you can't see Frankie's expression but could hear the smile in the huff he makes. 

"You two are ridiculous."

"I know, babe!" You say, pulling away from Benny, with a toothy smile.

Benny is still playing though, he buzzes past the guys to the kitchen, muttering dramatically about popsicles and foot injuries, and "Thank god I am here."

Frankie just laughs and lifts his hands in surrender.

You pull yourself up and grab the ortho boot the ER doctor gave you to stabilize your foot. You put it on quickly and follow everyone to the kitchen, Frankie fusses at you.

"I'm fine," you sooth. "What is the plan for today?"

Benny hands you a popsicle.

"I think we are can finish up the floor, and start the walls," Frankie says kissing your forehead, "the roof and railings tomorrow. You are going to keep your foot elevated."

You sigh, then nod.

Next week arrives, you are back on your feet and making up for lost time. While Frankie is doing a Saturday shift at The Garage and Lucia sleeps, you go to work on the treehouse. You make a rope ladder with sturdy wooden rungs, add nautical rigging, and a ship's wheel to the treehouse.

All the brass rigging and ship equipment are things you've collected over the years. You would have loved to have gotten real sailcloth, but it was enough of a splurge to buy some ripstop fabric. Carefully, you cut it into several pieces that, when constructed, will be a large triangle. You sew the seams just as sails are and install big brass grommets to it.

Pleased (and relieved) with the outcome, you are ready to hoist sail.

You set up the rigging as close to how it would be on a sailboat as you can. So when Lucy is big enough, she can raise and lower it on her own. You test it a couple of times, then lower it so you can surprise Frankie.

You jump out of your skin when someone shouts, "HEY!"

You look down. It is Santiago coming around the house. "Pope! You scared the shit out of me!"

You descend the ladder and give him a tight hug.

"Frankie send you to check on me?"

"Yup," he says, kissing your forehead.

"I'm fine, all healed and ready to go," you shrug.

You both turn your heads to the baby monitor sitting on the patio table, Lucy lets out a wail.

"That's my cue!"

"Let Tio Santi get her," he gives you a squeeze.

"She's not great for anyone except Frankie and I right after waking..."

With a dismissive wave, Tió Santi heads into the house, "it's me, come on!"

You cross the yard and sit in one of the Adirondack chairs, pick up your water, and take a sip, waiting. You listen to the monitor

"Lucy, sobrina! It's your Tió!" Lucy cries harder. You grimace and chuckle.

"Hey, baby, don't cry. Mama is just outside, let's go see her."

To be fair to Tió Santi, her face is still shining with tears but not actively crying when he gets her out to you. As soon as she sees you, she pats him like he's done a good job.

Frankie calls late in the afternoon. He has to stay and finish up some inventory orders. When he gets home, tired and grumpy, he finds out Lucy is spending the night with Auntie.

"Oh, no did I forget a special day?" He looks at you, pained.

"No, no, love, I just- I have a surprise for you." His knitted brows smooth, you lead him out the kitchen door, to the patio, and then to the side yard. He looks up and sees the wheel, the ladder, the brass telescope, his mouth open. You climb the ladder and hoist the sail.  

"Babe!" He breathes.

The sun starts to go down, wherever there is a shadow, the solar lights start to shine, and you strung some on the treehouse.

"Come on up, Sailor," you say cheekily.

He clamors through the opening, you step aside, pulling a curtain that serves as the door with you so he can look in the little house. There is the camp air mattress and two sleeping bags zipped together, more fairy lights tacked to the ceiling, and your speaker playing softly.

He laughs and quickly climbs up. He stops halfway through the opening, mouth open, there are fairy lights and champagne, with dinner for two on a blanket.

"We just need to name her," you say softly.

He pulls you to him and covers your mouth with his. "You-" he starts, but decides to kiss you again, "how-", nope, more kisses, "you," his hand comes up to the back of your head, into your hair, keeping your mouth to his. As if you are the one trying to talk. You smile, shoulders shaking a little as you chuckle, kissing all the while. And then his kisses, deepen, and you start getting jelly legs, "te amo, Francisco, te amo."

He groans.

He backs you into the little house, your heels hit the mattress.

"You're gonna be the death of me, babe" he whispers, his voice low and rough.

"What about dinner," you ask with mock innocence.

You sink down, slowly, your eyes on his, the whole way down. On hand behind you for balance, and one dragging down his torso. You hitch your fingers onto his belt buckle and pull him down.

You both bob a little on the air mattress. You giggle. Frankie on one elbow, to keep some of his weight off you.

"I don't mind eating it cold," he mumbles behind your ear, "do you?"

"Uh-uh," you manage, as his free hand roams under your shirt.

You enjoy your cold dinner under the stars. You then drift off to sleep, tucked under Frankie's chin, his arm wrapped protectively around you in your treetop hideaway, S.V. Avanzar.  Go forward

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[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 133

Whew. I finally get a chance two queue chapters and add to my buffer! Yayyy me! Kind of long author’s note, feel free to skip to the readmore.

Seriously, though, I managed to only work 5ish hours of OT this week instead of the 25/wk I’ve been clocking the last several weeks. It’s been a ride, for sure. Thank you for bearing with me through this frankly-insane time.

@baelpenrose and I have had more chances to write together in real-time, which considering both our schedules and living 3 timezones apart has been a delightful miracle and I will never take it for granted ever again.

@anotherusrname and @the-raven-fae have been very encouraging of my efforts to work less, which - it turns out - has been a huge concern for oh, my entire family... Sorry I worried you all. :(  I’m trying to do better! Swear I have vacations coming up!

@charlylimph-blog has just been... such a support. She literally texts me every night at 10pm my time to tell me to take my most important medications. Sainted Eldritch Fae cannot be appreciated enough, and somehow I have two.

Final shout outs go to @snickerfritz, @just-a-pastel-bunny, and @eldritchmoths for love-bombing my inbox recently. Seeing anyone speed-run through this story lets me know that I’m not wasting my time.

Don’t forget to check out the podcast!!  AhhhhH! I want to scream in delight each time a new episode is released!

Focus, I told myself, breath coming in short pants. It was easier said than done, with sweat dripping into my eyes while I constantly tried to pay attention to where I was safe to move to without putting myself in the line of fire. Seeing the incoming hit, I ducked and pivoted to my left - 

“Oof,” I grunted as I took a blow to the ribs.  I managed not to be winded or fall, but I was pretty sure something just broke.

A voice taunted me. “You have got to get better at keeping your guard up.”

“I am,” I panted. “My ribs are a lot tougher than my face.” Refusing to be distracted, I jumped back from the next hit and started circling wide.

“And I hit harder than your sister.”

Yeah, well broken ribs are for bitches, I thought to myself. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had a broken rib before. I was fine. Out of reflex more than forethought, I pivoted my leg and bent my knee to absorb the shock of the next hit - this one to the thigh. Grabbing the offending leg, I held tight around the calf with one arm before shoving upwards on the heel with the other, dropping him onto his back.

Unfortunately, the kick to the chin I got as a result also landed me on my back.

Like an exceedingly annoying ninja, Arthur sprang to his feet before holding out a hand to help me up off the floor. “You should have expected that.”

I scowled and rubbed my jaw. “Why am I sparring with you again?”

“Because Tyche’s busy and I’m the only other person willing to actually hit you hard enough to teach you anything.”

Rolling my neck, I tried to relieve some of the tension that was setting in. “It’s not like aliens are going to know Terran hand-to-hand combat,” I pointed out as I took my stance for the next round.  This time, his movement was a lot more fluid, which told me he was going for grappling instead of striking.

The kick I almost took to the face told me that his stance was also a lie.

There wasn’t any time for trash-talking, this time around. I could barely find time to breathe as he aggressively attacked, although I barely managed to avoid him actually touching me.  I wasn’t an idiot - if he got a hold of me, I would be waking up from a forced nap with a sore throat.  However, after what felt like an eternity and was probably only about five minutes, the odds of keeping it up were dwindling.  My heart was pounding in my ears, my lungs were searing with the effort of trying to keep up with it, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I had enough stamina to outlast him.  The man ran a 5k a day as a warm up.  Even more humiliating, I had spent the entire time running and dodging without even a chance to mount a counter to any of it.

Finally, I was spent.  Every time I tried to raise my hands, they shook so badly that there was no chance of landing a hit, even if I had the opportunity.  My legs were trembling, my knees burned, and the broken rib felt like someone was twisting a hot blade into my side.  Feeling defeated, I dropped my hands and squared my feet up.  The blow to the solar plexus was unsurprising, as was the chokehold he put me in as soon as I doubled over.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time this had happened while sparring with him - or even with Tyche.

I was so frustrated. No matter how much I sparred with either of them, I felt like I hadn’t gained any ground.  The whole point to training so hard was to prove that I actually could defend myself. Councilor or not, the thought that I was going to be shoved in the back of the Archives in the event of an attack was insulting.  Not only that, it was even more insulting than the time I had round-the-clock guards. No one else had to put up with this, why did I?

“Tap out, Sophia,” he warned me.  He wasn’t squeezing yet, but he had his arm locked tightly enough that I couldn’t get my head out.  When I silently refused, he sighed and applied pressure, pissing me off even more.

I’m not helpless, I growled at myself. The anger at myself and the frustration with the situation flooded my mind, and I started pulling against the hold with my legs.

“You’re going to break your neck,” he grunted as he leaned the opposite direction.  I may not have had his stamina, but I could also leg-press nearly five-hundred pounds. He could let go, or lean back, no other options.

Spots were floating in front of my eyes when I felt his posture change, and as soon as I felt it, both my arms swung up.  Assuming I was going to hit his face, he leaned back even further…

Right into the path of my cupped hands, which hit his ears hard enough to bruise both my hands.

“Ow, FUCK!” he shouted, the pain of his ruptured ear drums distracting him just enough that I was able to pull my head free.

As soon as I stood, he reached up to one of his ears, only to pull his hand away and see blood. “Son of a - “ he stopped when he realized what happened. “Huh. That… that is a pretty neat trick.”

Oh, just you wait, I thought to myself.

Sure enough, as soon as he tried to shift his weight for another assault, he stumbled. Trying to compensate, he made it even worse and ended up falling flat on his back.  Dropping his head to the mat in defeat, he splayed his limbs out to try to gain some sense of equilibrium. “Oh that is cool,” he muttered, obviously for my benefit since he couldn’t exactly hear himself.

I managed to get him to his feet and drag him to the corridor as the medical transport arrived - there was no way I was going to try to walk him to a medbay.  Once his eardrums were restored - along with his internal balance - Arthur stood and stared me down. “That was a dirty trick, Sophia.”  Without warning, I was suddenly pulled into a crushing hug. “I am so proud of you.  Do that, a lot of it.”

“Can’t breathe,” I gasped.

He released me, stepping back. “Right. The rib.”

I tried to wave him off. “It’s just a broken rib. I’ll be fine.”

“Medbay.” He gestured around the room. “Stop being stubborn.”

“You’re overreacting - “

“If you trip and fall, which you will, you can puncture a lung.”

“Hasn’t happened yet.”

“It’s been broken all of ten minutes. Medbay. Now.”

I glared at him. “If you think this is the first broken rib I’ve had, you’re insane. It’s not even the fiftieth.”

“Stop reminding me that I can’t go back to Earth and kill someone who is hopefully dead anyway. You made me go to the medbay for some broken teeth after the fight with Jokul. Also, with your luck it’s a miracle you haven’t killed yourself by breathing, and I am not going to be the one who’s next up on Tyche’s shit list. Go. Medbay. Now.”

I opened my mouth to argue again, but was cut off by swearing and Arthur literally just picking me up and dropping me in the closest berth.  With exactly zero shame, he pinned me down by my shoulders and hips while one of Noah’s avatars held me down from the other side and scanned, then healed, my broken rib - both of them, it turns out. Finally, they both let go of me.  “Can I leave now?” I asked petulantly.

“Only if you tell me the eardrum trick so I can figure out how to use it on other species.”

Sliding off the berth and to my feet, I ran a hand through my hair. “Easy. You just cup your hands so there aren’t any cracks between your fingers, like this.” I demonstrated. “And then try to clap your hands through someone’s head, right over the ears. Force of the air ruptures the ear drums, and the trauma reaction kills their spatial sense and balance.” When he tilted his head at the simplicity of it, I shrugged. “Women’s self-defense classes.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “Speaking of women and self-defense, we have got to get you more in the habit of striking and blocking with your legs.  Pretty sure you’d kick like a horse if you tried.”

“If I kick you, I’ll break something.”

“Your legs are a lot tougher than you think - “

“I meant something on you,” I clarified, staring at the ground.

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the savage grin in his voice at what he said next. “Oh, we have got to try this.” When my head snapped up, sure enough, he was smiling. “If you can land a kick on me, I won’t even be mad if you break something. But that’s not what I meant.”

“You want me to test it on someone else?” That wasn’t exactly a better option.

He rolled his eyes. “Maverick literally does calibrations for a living. Pretty sure he’s got something that measures impact force.  Then we do the math from there.”

“I feel like I’m on an episode of MythBusters,” I grumbled as we headed out of the Medbay and back towards my office.

“I know!” he agreed enthusiastically.

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attack on titan!au, mark lee x reader

word count: 3.4k words

warnings: head injury, physical fighting (for training purposes), descriptions of death, mention of knives and cult

note: will be working through this series slowly! hope u all like this xx

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The first time you laid eyes on Mark Lee was in that iconic dusty courtyard. Bearing in mind he was being ripped into by Commander Shadis.

‘And what about you, Lee?’

A twelve year old Mark Lee’s eyes shone with tears of fear. He was clearly somewhat sheltered from the horrors of this world; hailing from the town of Jinae, southern Wall Maria alongside fellow cadet Marco Bott. The two of them were the image of innocence, although they barely knew each other, both round-faced and freckly.

Mark had cowered beneath Shadis’ gaze, likely having never been spoken to in such a way, especially not by his loving family. You felt drawn to him. What was he doing here?

That night he barely said much, nibbling on stale bread. You could tell he did not want to eat, but food was scarce, so he kind of had to. He listened intently to the words of Eren Yaeger who spoke about his experiences with the Colossal Titan on that infamous day two years ago.

Days faded into weeks. You passed your own balance test with flying colours, as did Mark, who’s face would become screwed up whenever his feet left the ground.

While you formed a casual alliance with Sasha, promising to go easy on each other during combat training, Mark swapped anecdotes with Marco and sharpened his wooden knife with Reiner.

One day Commander Shadis had demanded you pair up with Mikasa (likely because he was sick of you and Sasha throwing fake punches) and you were so distracted by Mark that she easily flipped you over, an ‘oof’ escaping your mouth as you hit the ground. When your back makes contact with the sand, your head snaps back, hitting the ground hard.

‘Wait, I didn’t mean that,’ Mikasa mumbles, seemingly unsure as to what to do.

Everything goes pitch black for a split second. When your eyes do open, your head is spinning, black spots dotting the sky above you like stars. You hear Commander Shadis yelling for the first-aid specialist cadets.

Admittedly in that moment you had absolutely no clue who was part of that squad. At this point in your training years, you were especially focused on yourself, working on your own skills and specialities. But when Mark Lee comes barrelling across the training yard your heart nearly leaps out of your chest.

‘Are you alright?’ He asks you as soon as he kneels down beside you, ‘can you see?’

Mark sounds far more concerned and more urgent than you feel, which you find somewhat charming, but your head is still spinning.

‘Mark, remember the procedures,’ Thomas Wagner seems to be somewhat supervising him.

‘Oh, uh,’ Mark holds up three fingers and waves them around as if to confuse you a little, ‘how many fingers am I holding up?’

He’s peering over you, almost like a pet trying to get your attention. You feel your chest swell at how cute he looks.

You blink, trying to decide whether or not you should play up your injury for his attention or get up so you can continue training.

‘Three,’ you mutter, deciding that returning to combat training was worth more than gaining the sympathy of a cute boy.

Mark and Thomas exchange a look.

‘Do you think you can sit up?’ Mark asks, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

‘I don’t know,’ you mumbled, ‘I’ll try…’

You prepare yourself to have to lift yourself off the dirty ground, but you jump about a mile in the air when he holds the back of your head in his hand, slowly supporting your head as you sat up.

‘I’m sorry, Y/N,’ Mikasa apologises quietly.

‘It’s okay,’ you croak, ‘it’s my fault.’

‘Come on Y/N, we’ll have to take you back to your dorm room to lay down,’ Thomas has a sharp tone of authority, so you don’t even try to argue.

‘Dude, she can’t even stand,’ Mark points out.

‘How about you carry her then,’ Thomas huffs, turning on his heel to deal with some other cadet’s grazed arm.

‘I-I-Is that okay?’ Mark stutters, hand still on the small of your back as he held you up.

You nod groggily, ‘it’s okay.’

And so he scoops you up in his arms, and you automatically cling onto his neck. Mark is incredibly gentle, hand under your leg splayed out as to not touch your thigh.

You’re sleepy at this point, so the walk back to your dorm house is slow.

Mark tilts you to the side to twist the doorknob, the door loudly creaking open.

‘Which bunk is yours?’

‘Right beside the window,’ you mumble, ‘bottom bunk.’

He walks you over slowly, almost as though you were a baby in his arms, before gently lowering you down into your bed.

‘Are you comfortable?’

You nod, shifting around under the duvet to try and get comfortable.

‘Good. I’ll send one of the girls in occasionally to check on you,’ he says, ‘I hope you feel better soon.’

And then he shuffles out, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible.

‘How’s your head?’

‘Huh?’

The cafeteria is relatively empty, it being late than the normal scheduled eating time. You had finished up with your cleaning duties a bit later than usual, hence why you were eating bread at nearly 10pm.

You had been interrupted by a certain Jinae resident.

‘Your head… have you been feeling better? I’ve been worried.’

‘You have?’ Your heart nearly skips a beat at the thought of him worrying about you, hoping that you’re alright, ‘I’m just fine Mark, all thanks to you.’

You don’t miss the way a pink blush creeps up his neck, and he avoids your gaze.

‘It’s what I’m trained to do,’ he brushes it off, ‘what kind of medic would I be if I couldn’t help?’

‘You’re incredibly selfless.’

‘Not really,’ Mark shrugs, ‘it’s the right thing to do.’

’Still selfless.’

He looks up at you then, trying to read your emotions.

‘I just mean that, in this world, people are selfish. People always care more about saving themselves than saving others. So you’re different, in that way.’

‘You think people care more about themselves than others?’

‘I-I saw a lot of things during the fall of Maria.. When my town was under attack, the titans had destroyed some of the houses, and there were people inside, who couldn’t get out. And they were shouting- screaming for someone to help them move the wood or the rubble but nobody listened. I told my dad to help them, obviously I couldn’t myself because I was only nine, but he didn’t. He told me that we had to leave ourselves, that we were responsible for ourselves. Now I know that those people died. They died because my father refused to help, because I was too weak. That’s most of the reason why I’m here, to help people if that were to happen again.’

‘I think your dad just cared about his family.’

‘In the refugee camps, I saw people steal food from other families, have knife fights over money and blankets. We were all in the same position, displaced and traumatised. I don’t know why people were so unwilling to help each other.’

‘Where are your family now?’ Mark asks innocently enough, but you feel your heart sink a bit.

‘My dad was sent out on the recapture mission, you know, when they tried to retake Wall Maria. He died.’

‘Oh I’m-‘ Mark looks at you with wide eyes, as if he had no idea how to react.

‘I don’t really feel any way about it,’ you admit, interrupting him, ‘he was comfortable letting those people trapped in the houses die terrified. I’m sure he had enough time to prepare himself for death before he left, and as he rode his horse out of Trost. I knew he was going to die when he said goodbye to me, and I was quite numb to it then too. My mother left me and my siblings alone in that camp and went to work in the interior to actually make money. I imagine she’s a prostitute or something. I don’t know. I don’t hear from her.’

‘Does she know you’re here?’

‘Maybe. My siblings may have told her. Anyway. Enough about me, what about you?’

‘My older brother is in the Military Police,’ Mark explains, ’the grand jewel of our family… I think my parents want me to follow in his footsteps. But I have no idea what I want to do yet.’

‘Do you think you’ll get in the top ten?’

‘Probably not. I’m not as fit or strong as Reiner, or even Annie. And I don’t have Armin’s brains or intellect. I’m kind of just in the middle.’

‘You have Eren’s will,’ you point out, ‘you care about helping people.’

‘You’re really comparing me to Eren?’ Mark chuckles.

‘I’m not saying you’re arrogant, just that you have the passion.’

‘I know. I just don’t think I have the passion for being a member of the Military Police. I don’t think they really help people as much as I want to.’

‘They’re very culty,’ you grimace, ‘so weird.’

Mark chuckles, ‘you’re not wrong. Every time I see my brother he’s walking around the interior with a huge gun, probably bullying some random kids.’

‘Do you know what regiment you want to go into?’ You ask.

‘I’m still weighing my options,’ he shrugs, ‘the Garrison always seemed like the easy route, just patrolling the streets and sitting around all day. But now they’re basically partners with the Survey Corps. If the walls get broken, they have to fight alongside each other. Either way, I’m fighting titans. It’s mainly just a decision of how often I want to.’

’Wall Rose hasn’t fallen,’ you point out, ‘it’s been nearly three years.’

‘As time goes on, it gets more likely,’ he remarks darkly, eyes fixed on the table, ‘by the sounds of it, this colossal titan seems intelligent. Who knows when it will decide to strike next. Our lecturer said that titan behaviour is incredibly unpredictable.’

‘Don’t you think we’ll be prepared enough to fight by then?’

‘It’s the Royal Government that comes up with the evacuation and fighting strategies. They care more about the preservation of the interior than those in the outer walls. They probably half-arsed the whole plan. As for our training, remember what Commander Shadis said on our first day. Most of us will just be titan feed in the end.’

‘You’re strong though, Mark,’ you state gently, as if he were sobbing and you were trying to console him.

‘You think so?’

‘I know you are. I watch you fight for future every single day.’

Mark stays silent, mulling over your words.

‘You really inspire me to try harder myself. And you’ll be an incredible soldier.’

When Mark continues to be silent, your eyes dart around the room. You catch the gaze of Sasha, who is stuffing her face with the tiny amount of leftovers.

She wiggles her eyebrows at you teasingly, before getting up and walking out of the cafeteria.

‘Nice one Y/N!’ Mark yells as you land a kick on Sasha’s shin, prompting her to fall to the floor clutching her leg.

‘Ow, Y/N!’ She shrieks, ‘I thought you said you would go easy on me!’

‘No titan will go easy on you, Braus,’ you hear Annie comment flatly.

Sasha huffs while Mark comes up behind you, gently turning you around by your elbow and giving you a high ten.

‘You’ve gotten so much better recently,’ Mark compliments, ‘I’m so proud of you!’

’Thanks Mark,’ you grin, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat by his words.

‘Yeah, nice going,’ Sasha grumbles, wiping down her now dusty thighs and shins, before turning on her heel and walking off to find Connie.

‘I still feel as though my fighting skills are a bit lacking to be honest,’ he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

‘Really? Who have you been practicing with?’

‘…Armin.’

‘Ah.’

‘Not to say that he’s weak or anything- he’s definitely not. There’s just a certain level you can get to where you just can’t improve anymore.’

No, I know what you mean,’ you try to empathise.

‘Maybe we can practice together? I-I mean, your usual partner is kind of… limping away, and I just think that you’re really great at this kind of stuff-‘

‘Mark,’ you giggle, reaching out and touching his shoulder, ‘it’s okay. We can fight. But just know, I’ll win.’

You take a few steps back as he laughs nervously. You drop your smile for a much more intimidating glare, raising your arms up.

‘Ready, Lee?’

Mark nods, awkwardly holding his own arms up to mirror your own.

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before either one of you strikes. You lunge forwards at him, swinging your right arm around his neck, to trap him in a headlock. He splutters in your ear, flailing his own limbs around in an attempt to wriggle out of your grip, but fails to do so when you throw out your leg and clip the side of his ankle with your foot, sending both of you to the ground.

He lands first, back impacting against the ground with a thud and a grunt from Mark.

You had imagined that he would let you go as he tumbled to the ground, but he doesn’t, clinging onto your arms and bringing you down with him.

A split second later, you’re also making contact with something, but not the ground. Your abdomens clash together, causing you to make an automatic ‘oof’ sound.

It takes you a while to adjust to the situation. You’re face to face, legs tangled together. There’s orange dust in Mark’s hair, sweat glistening on his forehead, eyes squinting while trying to get used to the sun, cheeks and nose red with the heat, lips-

There’s a few moments of silence, the two of you studying each others faces.

‘Ar-are you ok?’ You stammer, and for a few seconds he does not respond, still just staring at you.

‘Oh! I’ll get off,’ you shake your head, unraveling your twisted legs and clambering off of him, much to Mark’s silent disappointment.

‘Uh, you did good!’ You murmur, ‘just, um, try not to be caught off guard, next time.’

When you turn to walk away, you don’t fail to notice the way Krista and Mina are sitting on the steps of the watchtower, whispering frantically to each other.

You don’t see Mark for a few days after that. Training becomes infinitely more rigorous, since you were split into four groups and sent to different parts of the forest for field training.

You had spent several days trekking through the rain and snow with your backpack on, and afterwards spending a few days recuperating.

Mark was in a different group than you, hence why you did not see him. It feels weird that he’s not there, like there’s a part of you missing, but overall you somewhat enjoy your few days away.

It also gives you the perfect opportunity to completely forget about your weird moment during your fight, and focus on building relationships with other cadets.

‘You don’t think Marco is cute?’ Mina exclaims with wide eyes.

‘No, I mean he’s ok-‘

‘Just okay?’ Hannah Diamant replies, absolutely stunned at your indifference.

‘She only says so because she has her eyes on Lee,’ Sasha teases, sticking her tongue out when you turn to glare at her.

‘Do not!’ You argue.

‘Do too!’ Sasha is in fits of giggles, ‘and he clearly likes you too.’

‘I doubt it,’ you mumble, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed.

’Nah, he definitely likes you,’ Mina chimes in.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde had been paying a bit of extra attention to your conversation.

Hence why you were here now, violently stabbing at your dinner with a fork, glaring holes into Krista Lenz’s back while she whispered to Mark Lee.

‘I thought she was going out with that Ymir girl?’ You don’t have a clue who’s speaking to you. Your brain is swimming with anger, so fuzzy you can hardly think straight.

When Krista goes to whisper in Mark’s ear again, she places a hand on his shoulder, after which you’re plotting ways in which you could cut her fingers off.

’I wouldn’t worry,’ Sasha shrugs, ‘we know, and I mean we all know he’s in love with you.’

‘Even if you’re right, which you are not, I’m not her.’

‘Don’t be so worried you idiot,’ Mina half snaps half chuckles, ‘you’re gorgeous. And a total catch, obviously. Mark Lee would be dumb to not want you.’

Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

‘What the actual fuck,’ you mutter, sitting straight up in your bottom bunk bed, coming centimetres from smacking your head.

You whip your head in the direction of the source of the noise.

And there he stands, Mark Lee, in the purple night at your window.

‘What the hell?’ You mouth.

He beckons, asking you to come outside.

You give him an incredulous look, trying to be as quiet as physically possible while getting out of bed and putting on your jacket and boots.

‘What sort of time do you call this?’ You exclaim, exasperated.

‘The best time to go to the lake.’

You can’t help but notice the smirk on his face as he turns on his heel, walking down the gravel path.

You quickly look around for possible bystanders, before following him.

His lantern lights the way as you walk down the hill in a comfortable silence, arms swinging at every bump and skip in your step.

The lake is glittering at this time of night, especially because of how high and bright the moon is in the sky.

‘I like to sit and have picnics in the moon rather than the sun. The food doesn’t melt and I don’t get sunburned.’

‘We’re having a picnic?’ You practically squeak, eyes widening to basically the same size as the moon above.

‘Well, uh, no, we are in a food shortage,’ Mark stammers, ‘but I did swipe some bread from Armin. Well I mean, he gave it to me, said he would take one for the team or whatever…’

’Thank you Mark,’ you interrupt him, grinning uncontrollably, ‘this is really sweet.’

‘But if it’s any constellation, I would’ve loved to have made you a picnic. When they take back the wall I promise I’ll make up a nice spread of food.’

‘Where’s all this come from, Mark?’ You wonder aloud.

‘I’ve just had a realisation recently,’ he admits, gulping.

‘What is it?’

‘I really like you, Y/N,’ he confesses, taking both of your hands in his and rubbing them with his thumbs, ‘and I know that you probably don’t feel the same, and that we definitely have much bigger things to focus on, but-‘

You cut him off by practically launching yourself at him, kissing him.

For a moment he is stiff as a board underneath you with his surprise, before relaxing and reciprocating your kiss.

For a while you sit there, under the watchful eye of the moon, eventually peeling away from each other when you become breathless.

‘I like you too, Mark. Being with you takes me away from this horrible reality. And I don’t know what the future will be like, but I know that I want you in it.’

‘I feel exactly the same way,’ he whispers, still holding your hands.

‘We have to pick our regiments really soon. I think that I might join the survey corps,’ you say, staring out into the lake.

‘I’ll go wherever you go,’ Mark murmurs, rubbing your cheek with his hand, which you lean into.

You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, your head resting on his shoulder, Mark occasionally turning his head to kiss your hair.

‘What made you decide to tell me this now?’ You ask.

‘Well, let’s just say I got some encouragement from Krista and Sasha.’

’I should’ve known,’ you chuckle, ‘I’ll get them back later.’

Mark laughs, perking up slightly as though he had remembered something.

‘Ready to crack open the bread, baby?’

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...............all of them.....?

It took me an hr to do this....🥲💀

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Teacupsss

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Uhhh cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Probably quiet and smart lol I did my school work and was friendly with everyone so I was a favorite and heard all the nice things 🙈

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I kinda like bottles more but like the glass ones with the caps that could slice your fingers-

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I’m for all but sports lol

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

Shows cause I’m the type to watch an hr long episode vs hr long movie idk why but I’m rarely in mood for them

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Drop the beat (ie songs that are upbeat and I like most)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Hmm...I guess lanyard?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles or twizzlers

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I had lots I had to read in school but only ever finished a handful lol my favorite I think was maybe Macbeth? I would say Odyssey but I don’t think we read the full thing cause I remember being disappointed about something like that...

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Sitting with my legs bent up in seat with me in some way

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Converse and some nice but cheap sneakers from Walmart

18. ideal weather?

Not too hot, not too cold, mild like before/after a rain (most the time), idc if it’s raining or sunny but as long as temp is comfortable I’m fine

19. sleeping position?

On my side most often

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Phone and notebook

21. obsession from childhood?

Oh gosh uhhh I guess my like of dolls maybe? Or obsession with anything ✨unexplained✨ like ghosts, aliens, cryptids, etc

22. role model?

Kim Namjoon lol just kidding (sorta)

23. strange habits?

Ok I know I have some and my friends would be more than happy to point them all out but hm let me think...idk if these count as habits but I’ll never place a mirror facing a bed (this is more superstitious I guess than habit,,,) I can’t stand my food touching, if I have a tray like in cafeteria I have a certain spot for everything and uh my mind just went blank-

24. favorite crystal?

Moonstone, lapis lazuli, and I feel obligated to say garnet cause it’s my birthstone

25. first song you remember hearing?

Circle of Life maybe who knows xD

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Walk or clean,,I’m more active and about with warm/nice weather

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

...stay inside where it’s warm

28. five songs to describe you?

Not this again😭 uhhh idk you tell me ajdbd

29. best way to bond with you?

Indulge me when I go off about things I like or learn 😔✊ I know I’ll talk your ear off and I’m sorry but know I don’t often talk about these things with people so once I start it’s hard to stop,,and it makes me really happy when people do listen to me about these things and send me related items every so often or even look into it themselves to learn more 🥺

30. places that you find sacred?

For some reason this feels like a trick question...um cemeteries and anything with ages of history I guess

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Oof do I really have a true outfit?? I have shoes for this which are just black platform sneakers I call stomping shoes

32. top five favorite vines?

I never,,,watched these,,,

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“Yes”...?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

State Farm and McDonald’s, always

35. average time you fall asleep?

10-11...usually...

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Uhhh that one with the ginger dude (I think it was someone’s yearbook photo??) I don’t remember much else about the meme but it was on ifunny, or whatever the app was, a lot

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Easy, tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

...neither

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Dude these questions really testing my brain power here- for senior prank someone put cereal in some bathroom sinks I think

41. last person you texted?

My mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I’m gonna say jacket since I wear those often

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie or cardigan

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Usually whatever shirt I’m wearing that day and some pj/lounge pants 🤷

47. favorite type of cheese?

Mozzarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

I-what kind of question is this? How does one even answer this?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

What comes around goes around lol (yes I’m a heavy believer of karma)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Lol who knows, probably something dumb me and my siblings were doing or something we watched cause there’s been plenty times of that xD

51. current stresses?

Homework vs free time e-e

52. favorite font?

I like the gothic looking ones but it’s usually not practical to use so idk

53. what is the current state of your hands?

My hands...? They’re fine ??

54. what did you learn from your first job?

How to care for babies and little kids, how to put on a diaper lol

56. favorite tradition?

I can’t remember a particular one off hand but I’m trying to start few new ones like decorating cookies for Halloween uwu

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Uhhhhh like personally or...? Cause we’ve overcome homelessness before, um finishing assignments idk😭 oh maybe bullying?? That’s all I can think of since I still struggle with a lot,,

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Alright let’s do thisss: creativity (mostly in writing sense), I can bake/cook, I have amazing organization skills and many work places have used that lol (bonus is I don’t mind, I actually really enjoy it, very peaceful), surprisingly good balance all things considered, I’m a quick learner

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“I’m too tired for this.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Good question good question🤔 I don’t think I’d last in any of them/have a terrible side character role so 💀

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“Life’s too short to hold grudges.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

Dude this is gonna get embarrassing I can feel it🤠

Itaru, Iori, Sogo, Belle, Simeon (obey me), Nozaki (he’s clueless about romance irl and doesn’t know when someone has a crush on him yet can write romance well enough and yeah it’s me lol), and uhh Swindler/Ordinary Person in Akudama Drive (still can’t believe no one really has names in that anime but the way she gets wrapped in everything felt like something that’d happen to me lol)

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Like nightclub...? I’m skipping this ajdbd

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Probably the Barbie site, me and my sister played all the dress up games almost daily istg

65. any permanent scars?

Appendectomy scars and then looks like I have one on a toe but it’s possible it still might heal...

66. favorite flower(s)?

Nightshade, foxglove, baby’s breath, bellflowers, roses

67. good luck charms?

I don’t think I have any...

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Lemon

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Let me think...I read something once about flowers having ears(?) but like not ear ears just something about having a part that picks up sound waves

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Lolll animal print I think

72. worst subject?

Physics...the worst science

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

6...?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I don’t remember, it probably happened when i was 6. I do remember losing one of my front teeth during my birthday one year and I was happy since the tooth had been loose for some time xD

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Chips I guess or just like fried in skillet

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

A succulent probably

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither ew

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

They are both about equally terrible

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies

82. pc or console?

I am on pc side now

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts I guess

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology, it’s too fun and chaotic lol

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Hm...cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

Uh,,,I don’t have many fears but I guess one would be falling from a great height? So I would get scared of crossing a bridge and it collapsing or riding a plane and it falling easily

88. your greatest wish?

World peace🥲

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom maybe...?

90. luckiest mistake?

I honestly don’t remember but something I do remember is I out semicolon instead of period and turned out to be correct grammar lol

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight or fairy lights, I don’t require much either way and prefer more natural lighting

93. nicknames?

Lassie, twinkle toes, Ash, poody butt (by 3 yr old I sometimes watch and play with lol he means it affectionately; I call him monkey butt and it’s catching on slowly instead)

94. favorite season?

Starting to be fall just a little more but I like transition times most

95. favorite app on your phone?

Let’s go with twitter

96. desktop background?

It is a moriarty and gang pic

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

2: mine and my moms

98. favorite historical era?

Ooo tough one but I’ll say renaissance as some of the coolest things came from that time

[beelsnack]

Hiya! I saw ur post about u being stressed at work so please take ur time with this request! There's no rush! Ur wellbeing is more important 💖 But when you get the time how about some headcanons for an MC who is very cute and naive but got teased for being so at RAD so they try to dress "cool" and pretend to be all badass but their tough persona just makes the demon brothers uwu even more cuz they think it's adorable how hard they're trying

Ah, thank you for being patient, Nonnie! I hope this was worth the wait!

I realized a bit too late that I may have misinterpreted your request a little, but I hope it turned out alright anyway. ^^

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Lucifer: “Careful, my dear, your face may get stuck like that.”

When the human turned around to greet him, they had their normal cheerful grin on their face. However, Lucifer watched as their expression turned surprised, then frustrated before they managed to school it back into the hilariously deep frown they had been forcing all day.

“Would you mind telling me why you’re making that ridiculous face?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They fell into step beside him. Even though they had pretty much figured out the layout of RAD, Lucifer insisted on walking with them to the Student Council Chambers. At first, it was just to make sure they didn’t accidentally end up in the torture chambers in the lower levels, but now he genuinely enjoyed the few moments they had alone together. Hearing them chatter on about their day lifted his mood exponentially.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” Lucifer inclined his head. “Force that scowl for much longer and you might pull a facial muscle.”

They wavered for a second before sighing. “Did it really look that bad?”

“It was quite an unnatural look for you.” he replied, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Would you mind telling me just what you were trying to do?”

“...Some demons in my class told me I smiled too much.” they admitted. “So I was trying to...not?”

Lucifer paused, regarding them with a raised eyebrow. “What in the Three Realms does ‘smiling too much’ mean?”

“I’m...not sure honestly,” they shrugged.

“My dear,” he stopped in front of them, placing his hands on their shoulders. “I don’t particularly care what those other demons think or want, but I will not have you depriving me of your beautiful smile.”

Mammon: That was his jacket.

It was way too big on them, making them look even smaller than they already did. It was also very clearly not part of the RAD uniform - not that any of the brothers wore their uniforms correctly, but the human was usually pretty up to code with theirs.

He caught up to them in a few steps and grabbed onto the collar of their - his - jacket. “Hey, human! Just what do you think you’re doing?”

They squeaked in surprise, and for a moment Mammon was caught off guard by how unbearably adorable it was. When they turned around, they were grinning sheepishly at him.

“H-hi Mammon.”

Oof. Honestly, he did not anticipate how seeing them wearing his clothes was going to affect him. The sleeves came down to their knuckles, and they had curled their fingers around the cuffs almost instinctively, It was too cute, he felt like his heart was trying to smash through his ribcage.

“You - you got a whole lotta nerve, stealing from the Great Mammon.” he released their collar, they both continued walking, although he had completely forgotten that his class was in the complete opposite direction.

“You left it in my room, though.”

“Doesn’t explain why you’re wearin’ it!”

“I’m sorry.” they sighed, beginning to shrug the jacket off of their shoulders. “Some demons were picking on me, so I thought they would leave me alone if I dressed a bit tougher. It didn’t work anyway, so I’ll give it back now.”

They were just about to yank their arms out of the sleeves when Mammon shook his head.

“Keep it, if it makes you feel better.” he definitely wasn’t blushing, nope, not even a little bit. “I’ve got others, so just accept the Great Mammon’s generosity.”

Leviathan: “Please tell me you didn’t pay a stupid amount of cash for those.”

The human frowned up at Levi, putting a hand over their new headphones almost protectively. “I paid a perfectly reasonable amount!”

“I wouldn’t pay anything for those,” he frowned. “The manufacturers would have to pay me, actually.”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” they huffed. “I just bought them so people would stop talking about me when they think I’m listening.”

Levi tilted his head. “Huh?”

The human sighed, playing idly with the cord of the headphones. “Some demons in my Curses class like to freak me out by saying how yummy I look when they catch my eye. I kind of hoped that they would stop if they weren’t getting a rise out of me.”

A white-hot surge of protectiveness crashed over him as the human curled in on themself. He might have been a giant otaku, but he would be damned if he let anything happen to his best friend. Well, more damned than he already was, anyway.

“You should have just said something,” he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I have an old pair you can have. They still work fine, but they released a limited-edition Ruri-chan version and obviously I have to rep my waifu so I’ve been using those - “

Satan: “Can I ask you something?”

The two of them were on their way to the RAD’s library. Satan honestly didn’t need to study, but the human definitely did, and using an academic excuse meant that Lucifer was more likely to leave the two of them alone.

“Of course,” Satan held the door open for them. Without even bothering to look, he began walking over to the table that had basically become their territory. Even if there were other demons there, they would probably scamper off.

“How do you get people to be afraid of you?”

Satan paused, raising an eyebrow in an expression that definitely did not make him look strikingly like Lucifer. “Me specifically?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, being the Avatar of Wrath gives me a leg up.”

The human scowled. “Damn it.”

“Why would you want people to be afraid of you?” Satan asked as they sat down. Up until this point, the human’s modus operandi was being so sweet that nobody ever wanted to hurt them, so the threatening angle was a complete 180.

“Some demons in class were making comments about me being dessert.” they mumbled, taking out their textbooks before slinging their bag over the back of the chair. “I honestly couldn’t tell if they were talking about my personality or my flesh, so…”

“Okay, first of all,” Satan leaned forward on his elbows. “We kill them.”

“Satan, no.”

Asmodeus: “Oh, darling, what have you done to yourself?”

They really needed to get a “Do Not Disturb” sign or something. Not that it would stop anything, but still.

Asmo at least had the decency to shut the door behind him, but that was as far as it went. He was openly staring at them, doing his best impression of the Scream painting.

“The makeup tutorial made this look so much easier.” they sighed, leaning back in their chair.

“They always do,” Asmo came over behind them, placing his hands on their shoulders as he leaned down to look at their laptop screen. “Never trust the ones on Sinterest.”

Their final product looked nothing like the model on the screen. The wings of their eyeliner were crooked, and one eye was longer than the other. The contouring made them look like a clown, and somehow they had gotten black eyeshadow on their nose.

“That’s quite the change of pace for you, darling.” Asmo commented, “It’s a look, but why the sudden switch?”

The human remained silent, their bottom lip quivering in a way that made Asmo want to gathering them up in a blanket. Eventually, they sighed again.

“All the succubi look so cool, and I always look...” they paused. “Human.”

“Darling, I don’t know how to break this to you - “

“I know, I know.” they grumbled. “I just wanted to look badass for once!”

The puppy-dog pout they had going on wasn’t doing anything for that particular look, but Asmo decided to keep that comment to himself. Instead, he spun them around, hands still on their shoulders. “Now, now, don’t make that face. Let’s see if we can’t fix this up a little, hm?”

Beelzebub: “What are you doing?”

He hadn’t meant to scare them, but they jumped like he had jumped from the ceiling. The yelp they let out made him feel guilty. Maybe Mammon was right when he said that Beel was disturbingly sneaky for someone his size.

Usually the gym was empty when he came for his morning workout, so seeing the human seated on the workout bench was a definite surprise. Not a bad one though.

“Beel!” the set the weight down. “Um…g-good morning…?”

“Morning,” he replied, making his way over to where they were situated. “You’re not usually one to workout, much less this early in the morning.”

“I, uh…” they stammered. “I wanted to get a little stronger, is all.”

“Not that I’m going to stop you,” he set his gym bag down next to the weight rack. “But why?”

They grumbled under their breath, but eventually sighed. “Some demons at RAD told me I looked chewy.”

“I mean, you kind of do.”

“Hey!”

“All humans look chewy, though.” he shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing. But you want to build up some muscle, right?”

They pouted, and Beel really wanted to reach out and pat them on the head. Instead, he sat next to them on the bench and handed them the weight they had been using.

“Okay, so you want to hold it like this…”

Belphegor: “You had a funny dream last night.”

They had learned from experience that telling Belphie to stop invading their privacy by watching their dreams did exactly fuck all, so they just huffed in annoyance as he flopped against their shoulder. “It wasn’t funny.”

“Amusing, then.”

“For you, maybe.”

They felt him smirk against their shoulder. “You really think a leather jacket and sunglasses will make demons think you’re tough?”

“More than skipping around with flowers in my hair would.”

“I think you would look cute with flowers in your hair. Let’s take some black roses from Diavolo’s garden.”

“Aren’t those poisonous?”

Belphie shifted, nuzzling into their neck as the professor walked in. “It’ll help with the tough image.”

“For about 4 hours until I start foaming at the mouth.” they folded their arms, jostling Belphie from their shoulder.

The demon laughed, pillowing his head in his arms as he leaned forward onto the desk. “I like how you are now. If someone starts giving you trouble, I’ll kill them for you.”

“No cannibalism, please.”

“That’s more Beel’s territory.”

[chockfullofsecrets]

Critical Role: Making People Happy

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: Jester fidgets with her sleeves for a minute, then with her tail and then -

Then, she has an idea. A wonderful, brilliant idea that’s going to cure her boredom and also hopefully make Caleb a lot less grumpy.

Beau and Caleb are fighting, again, and Jester's determined to solve at least half of this problem.

Wordcount: 3093

A/N: Went a little overboard with the lead-up here, whoops - one day i’m going to learn how to write actual tk fic lol

Fill for this anon prompt - hopefully I’ll only have to apologize for how late these are a couple more times, but anon i’m so sorry

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Jester’s new friends aren’t like anyone she’s ever met before.

Some of them are super strong - like her! - and some of them can do magic even though they don’t know the Traveler - and some of them, she thinks, eyeing Fjord where he crouches over the beginnings of a fire, are very, very handsome -

More importantly, at the moment - her new friends are also really fucking grumpy.

The Lavish Chateau has had its fair share of visitors that snap like Beau or sulk like Caleb - but there’s always been a door or a wall in the way, Jester on the other side peeking through at the mess. The two of them have been arguing over some bits of Empire history for hours on the road, through Fjord gritting his teeth and Nott chugging from her flask and Molly wrapping himself in his coat to block them all out and get some sleep.

Jester had sat and sketched them - the way Caleb’s eyes went razor sharp among the dirt and hair on his face, the hooked snarl of Beau’s smile. There was a little space left at the bottom of the page, reserved for when they finally stopped and made up, but as the afternoon wore on she had given up on filling it.

Adventuring is plenty of fun, and she’s real good at it, but - sometimes she misses home. The simplicity, if not the loneliness.

They make camp in silence. Caleb stalks off the minute his bedroll is laid out, shoulders up around his ears.

“Yeah, you better run,” Beau lobs after him. There’s a soft oof as someone - presumably Fjord - elbows her.

“All right,” Molly interjects, finally, and waits for all of them to turn and stare at him sitting cross-legged on the grassy earth. He smiles beatifically under their attention. “While we wait for that mess to simmer down… dinner?”

Beau is sullenly silent. “Dinner,” Fjord agrees around her.

Molly holds an arm out to her. “Preferences, dear?” Taking the invitation wholeheartedly, Jester is on the ground and scrambling to cuddle up to his side with a speed that surprises even her. Molly just laughs and squeezes her around the shoulders.

She headbutts him playfully in the chest, minding her horns. “We should have something delicious, and really warm and nice, and maybe it can be sweet too-”

“The sweetest thing we have right now is carrots,” Fjord says flatly, but he’s - finally! - smiling too, and even Beau’s fists unclench a little when Jester groans dramatically and slumps completely into Molly. “Beau, would you care to help me slice some of them up with your incredible monk skills?”

Beau grumbles something under her breath. “I use my fists, man, I’m not a ninja.”

“You punch carrots into pieces? That’s insane.”

The visual and Fjord’s nonplussed tone have all of them laughing, even Beau, and the two of them get up to wrestle some food out of the cart. She nuzzles contentedly into Molly. “You’re really good at that,” she tells him. “Making people happy.”

Molly shrugs like he hasn’t just salvaged their chances of staying together as a group. “It’s good to get everything resolved before dinnertime. The things I’ve seen angry people do with hot food…”

“Really?,” she gasps, faux-scandalized, and then squeaks as Molly’s hand makes its way down to her tummy and starts tickling right at the soft spot under her ribs. “Hehey! Tell - heehee - tell me!”

She tries to tickle him back, reaching between them to pinch his side, but he just jumps a little and searches out her belly button to make her laugh even harder. “Maybe later. Come on, let’s not laze around - we’ll see if we can’t find some more firewood, hm?”

She bounces happily on her toes, swinging Molly’s arm around her like a shawl and then twirling it away as they both get up. “I’ll get you back, you know!”

Molly’s cheeks go dark purple, like they always do when she threatens him. It just makes her more intent on following through. “ I look forward to it,” is all he says, eyes flashing devilishly, and shoos her in one direction before sauntering off in the other. “Don’t go too far.”

“I won’t,” she calls over her shoulder, and immediately makes for the rise that Caleb disappeared over.

He’s so squishy, after all - if anyone shouldn’t be wandering off, it’s him.

She passes one tree, then another, leaves crunching under her boots. It’s clear after a few seconds that she doesn’t know any of the things that would help her figure out which direction Caleb is in, so she scoops her holy symbol up in one hand and flicks it with her thumb. “Oh, Traveler! Help me out here, okay?”

She’s asked for his help a million times before, for pranks and spells and just wanting company, and he has yet to disappoint - a gust of wind shuffles through her skirts and blows her bangs right into her eyes.

Well. No one would call the Traveler nice, but neither is she.

She spits out a hunk of hair, grinning, and skips along after it. Sure enough, there’s a flash of red hair that soon resolves itself into their stray wizard.

Caleb’s knees are tucked up under his chin, his back painfully straight against a tree. His eyes are closed - and it’s dangerous to sit in the middle of the woods with your eyes closed, isn’t it, especially when you’re a stinky wizard that probably attracts lots of bugs?

Caleb’s not dumb. But this? Very dumb. She’s going to wake him up and tell him so, and take him back to camp for dinner, and everything will be better tomorrow.

She reaches for his shoulder, but just as she’s about to grab him -

“Jester?”

“Nott!” She stumbles back, grabbing her face in shock as a particularly greenish patch of shadow transforms into a cloak with little pointed ears. “Where did you even come from?!”

“Oh, you know. Rogue stuff.” Nott shrugs, scampering up to meet her like she hasn’t just appeared from nowhere. “Caleb’s scouting right now, so I’m making sure nothing sneaks up on him.”

She knows that Caleb can’t hear them, but they’re in a dark forest and everyone else is being quiet so she kneels down and whispers to Nott anyways. “What, with Frumpkin? Why can’t he do that in camp? Not that you’re doing a bad job or anything, but we would totally look out for him too, you know.”

“He knows, it’s just-” Nott glances over at Caleb. “It’s been a long day.”

She sits there, both of them watching Caleb’s eyelids twitch. “Can I stay here with you, then? Just in case.”

“Sure, pull up some floor,” Nott encourages, and sidles over to tuck herself under Caleb’s arm. He makes an acknowledging noise and pulls her in, letting her rearrange herself against the folds of his coat, and Jester tries very very hard not to think of the way she used to cuddle with her mama as she settles on Caleb’s other side. It doesn’t quite work - the careful inches that she leaves between them, not wanting to spook him with her sudden appearance, feel like every single league from here to Nicodranas.

And. Well. It’s boring.

Jester fidgets with her sleeves for a minute, then with her tail and then -

Then, she has an idea. A wonderful, brilliant idea that’s going to cure her boredom and also hopefully make Caleb a lot less grumpy.

She holds out a single finger, wiggles it around a bit and smirks to herself, and then gently, gently reaches around behind Caleb’s knees to poke at his tummy.

He really is thin, and her finger sinks further into the ratty fabric of his shirt than she expects. But eventually her fingertip finds the soft curve of his belly and she skitters it around a bit, trying to find something sensitive.

Nothing happens.

She pouts, pulling her hand back, but after a moment of consideration she dives right back in, searching for his belly button - surely even he’s ticklish there. It takes a couple seconds of patting around - not a single muscle here, no wonder he goes down so easily in fights - but she finally finds the little dip of flesh and wriggles her finger inside.

Caleb does flinch at that, snorting a little and reaching hastily to bat her away. “Nott the Brave,” he huffs, the corner of his mouth twitching up, “what is going on out there? Are you all right?”

There’s a little fwip as Nott tugs wire through her fingers. “All clear here, Caleb! I’ll take care of it.”

The second Caleb hums in acknowledgement, Nott whips out from under Caleb’s arm to glare at her. “What are you doing? I thought you were here to help him-”

“We don’t even need to scout!” Jester protests. She rubs guiltily at the back of her hand. “And if he comes back to camp, then maybe he and Beau can talk and-”

Nott cuts her off, teeth flashing. “Caleb didn’t do anything wrong! If she says one more thing to him, I will shoot her-”

“Nott!” she interrupts, horrified. “Geez, calm down, we don’t have to shoot anyone!”

Nott quiets suddenly in her odd way, retreating slightly into Caleb’s shadow. “Well… all right.”

“Then shouldn’t we bring him back?”

Nott wraps a strand of hair around her finger, yellow eyes flicking from her to Caleb. “It makes him feel better to be in Frumpkin sometimes,” she says. “To be someone else for a bit.” Her eyes close. “I definitely wouldn’t want to be in this body, if I could choose.”

“Oh,” Jester says. She spins through a couple half-formed sentences and then thinks fuck it and reaches out to squeeze Nott’s hand instead. “That’s really sad, Nott.”

Nott sniffs and squeezes her hand back. “No, no, it’s alright… Caleb and I are going to figure it out. He’s very smart.”

Jester nods with considerably more certainty than she feels, pulling on a smile. “Well, I think that maybe he would feel even better if he just talked to Beau. I know these things! Sometimes I would be upset with Mama, and if I couldn’t talk to her about it I would have to go just stay in my room and it was all I could think about until I saw her again.”

Nott blinks. “Your mom just left you alone in your room?”

Wrong turn, wrong turn - “Oh, well, we had to, you know?”

“Sure, sure.” Nott’s eyes are still fixed squarely on Jester. “I wouldn’t know, I don’t have kids or anything.”

She kind of wants to chase that particular thread, but before she can say anything Nott sighs and looks back to Caleb. “You know what? Bring him back. He should have finished lapping around the camp by now anyway.”

Now that’s the turn she wants to take. “Really?” she asks, and doesn’t wait for a response before scooting around to sit in front of Caleb and stretch her fingers teasingly - really, it’s a shame that Caleb can’t see her right now or he would definitely be squirming. “Hm hm hm, okay, let’s see - hey, Nott, do you know where Caleb’s ticklish?”

They both consider Caleb’s skinny frame, the distinct lack of laugh lines. Nott scrambles around next to Jester and cocks her head thoughtfully. “His ribs, maybe? When we were on the road together, we couldn’t always light a fire and Caleb would let me sleep under his coat with him.” She smiles. “He wouldn’t complain when I moved around, but I think it tickled him a little.”

It sounds very cute, in her mind - so cute that she reaches for Nott and tickles her belly through all those layers instead. “Aw, did you squirm a lot? How come?”

Nott squawks and somehow rolls away to Jester’s other side between one blink and the next. “Hey! Focus!”

Jester pouts. “You never tickled him, though? How could you not? He’s so grumpy and sad all the time.”

“Oh, well…” Nott grimaces. “We were both pretty grumpy and sad, because we were very poor and on the run from the law. Honestly, I’ve never thought about it.”

“Oh,” Jester says. Maybe she shouldn’t have told them about the horse dresses.

Nott shrugs. “That’s why it’s good that we have you around, I guess. You make us all happier.”

That - the recognition, the simple way Nott says it, as fact - lights something bright and warm in her chest. “You really think so?”

“Yes! I mean…” She gestures to Caleb. “It’s not like anyone else came out here to look for us.”

“I will always come look for you, Nott.”

“Thanks Jessie, but we’re kind of worried about him right now-”

“Right, right.” She turns back to Caleb and wraps her hands gently around his ribs, right under his book holster. “Oh, Cay-leb…”

She wiggles a finger into his left side, then his right, delighted as he starts to squirm between her hands. “Coochie coochie coo,” she teases softly, even knowing that he can’t hear her yet. “Come on, wake up!”

Caleb reaches up and shoves her hands away, but that’s hardly a deterrent - and the little yelp of shock as her fingers get right back to tickling is very good. For the first time since she’s known him, laughter threatens under Caleb’s low tone. “Nott, was-”

And then, almost pleading - “Nott, that. It. It ti - tick -”

Oh. Oh, he can barely even say it. Jester beams.

Behind her, Nott sounds alarmed. “Jessie, you look evil right now.”

She stops tickling briefly and turns around. “Nott!” she whisper-screams. “He’s so ticklish!”

“You’re enjoying this, huh?”

She scoffs. “Yes, of course! All tieflings do.” It’s true, for all of two tieflings that Jester knows - her mama and Molly love tickling, and so does she. And so will the rest of their group, if she and Molly have anything to say about it.

She turns back to Caleb, squeezing back and forth between his ribs to make him wriggle again, and this time Caleb comes fully back to himself with a gasp. His eyes blink open, scanning frantically. She sees him register Nott, off to the side, then jump a little as he finds her right in front of him. His cheeks redden. “Ah - Jester -”

“Caleb,” she purrs, and twitches the tips of her fingers just a little. “Hey, did you know that your ribs are really, really ticklish?”

His arms shrink back against his sides, pressing her hands even further into his ribs where she’s still latched on. “They - I - I’m not-”

“Oh? You’re not ticklish?” Jester worms her fingers into the grooves of his ribs. “How come you’re so smiley then, huh, Caleb? What’s so funny?”

One of Caleb’s hands reaches up to pat shakily at the corner of his mouth, feeling out the wobbly grin there. He shoves it hastily over the lower half of his face. “I’m not!”

“No, I’m Nott,” Nott says, sounding terribly amused. “Come on, Caleb, I don’t think you’re fooling her.”

Jester doesn’t give him a chance to try again. “No, no, maybe he’s right!” She buries a hand under his arm, fingertips curling cruelly against the tender skin there, and reaches around his knees to find his belly button again with the other. “Maybe’s he’s not ticklish at all, not even a little, not even if I tickle right here-”

Caleb’s entire body jerks, eyes flaring wide as she digs in. “Mmph - heh-”

He’s much more ticklish when he’s paying attention, it seems. She can feel him trying to suck in his tummy, desperate to keep her away, and his face disappears into his knees as he brings his hands down in a futile attempt to protect his armpit. He can’t stop himself from laughing, though - he breaks almost instantly, whining through peals of frantic laughter as she reverts to nibbling little pinches along his ribs. “Ha - ha - ahaha!”

He kicks out, heels drumming against the ground as he spasms. “Uh oh,” Jester teases, digging her thumbs into his exposed tummy and rubbing in little circles, “that definitely looks like it tickles. Were you lying to us, Cay-leb?”

Caleb shakes his head, trying to hide against his shoulder now, and she can see red all the way to the tips of his ears. “Nn - hngh - plehehease, bitte,” he chokes out through an adorably enormous grin. “Why - I don’t-”

“Why am I tickling you?” she finishes, gleefully noting how he flinches at the word. “We-ll, at first you just looked so sad and lonely out here that Nott and I thought we should cheer you up. But now that I know you were lying about how very, very ticklish you are…” She digs back into his ribs, giggling as he breaks down into laughter all over again. “Well, now I think I’m just gonna tickle you until you admit it.”

“No,” Caleb pleads breathlessly. He doesn’t seem to be making any moves to get away from her, though, just flops onto the ground and shoves his face into an elbow. She could tease him about that too, she thinks, and maybe he would get even redder.

“Or,” she says instead, tickling along the curve of his ribs to his back, “I could tell Beau how ticklish you are and she could make you admit it.”

He does try to get away, then, rolling onto his belly and trying to wriggle out from under her. “No, no,” he begs between snickers, “don’t tell her, gods-”

“I think it would help you two fight less,” she tells him, curling her fingers under him to tickle his tummy again. It’s cute, the way he rocks from side to side trying to protect all of his ticklish spots at once. “But maybe, if you make up another way, then I won’t have to! And then no one else would have to know how cute and tickly you are, Caleb-”

“Fine,” he says frantically, “yes, yes, just stohop-”

She’s a little reluctant, especially when he starts to catch his breath and she just knows that he could take more tickling, but technically this solves the problem.

And technically, he still hasn’t admitted anything. There could be a lot of tickling in his future.

He’s back to normal now, holding Nott’s sleeve and whispering something sternly to her, but she tucks the memory of his infectious grin away for later.

This, it seems, is a pretty decent way to make him happy.