#so here's a little snippet that was supposed to be cute not emotional??

[sanowflower]

(Okay, this started out as an incorrect quote but it just got out of my hand... haha.)

It had been the grocery-shopping day, a day that Eddie dreaded, only made slightly better by the presence of his boyfriend. Thankfully, with Buck's suspicious expertise, they were done quickly, now walking back home. Eddie smiles at that, home, something warm crawls over his chest at the thought, it is no doubt Buck thinks of his house as home, a safe space.

They had decided to walk instead of taking their car, the supermarket wasn't that far and they enjoyed strolling down the road, shoulders bumping into each other, Buck excitedly pulling him to new or unique stores by his hand, or Eddie grabbing Buck's waist, trying to steer him away before he gets too caught up and forget their tasks.

It wasn't until they were near Eddie's place that Buck realized his boyfriend had sneakily taken all of the grocery bags from his hands, again. It's ridiculous, Buck can lift so much more, Eddie knows that.

"Eddie, seriously, what use is my 6'2 and 200 pounds body if not fo-"

As if he knew the exact words that would come out of Buck's mouth, he stopped walking, and interrupted Buck. Which he did very rarely.

"For me to love and cherish every part of you. It's not for being used and bruised, amor, your body is made to be worshipped by me."

Buck listened to him say these words and bites back... something building up in his throat. He knew Eddie genuinely cared for him in a way nobody did, but to hear him say it verbally, with such absolution. It was hard not to get emotional. All of his life, he was made to believe he was nothing more than a body, to be used, to protect, spare parts, that all he could ever offer was his body, something strong that made everyone except him feel safe.

Eddie, having some idea about the issues that surrounded his body, smiled softly at Buck. He then shifted all the bags in one hand and grabbed Buck's wrist, pulling it upwards as he dropped a soft kiss on his skin.

"I know you can carry it all, but you don't need to, you don't have to, let me carry it for you sometimes."

Buck was already melting into a pile of goop at his boyfriend's beautiful words, but being attacked twice was a bit too much. He knew the man wasn't only talking about these bags. He blinked the tears away, letting Eddie entangle their fingers as they started to walk again. He felt grateful, and seen, not only did Eddie want to help carry his burdens, he knew Buck could handle it, that he was capable enough...

To be helped and not be made to feel useless, Buck didn't think he has experienced it in a way he was right in this moment.

"I don't look it in front of your beautiful body but I am pretty strong, baby, I can take you in a fight before you try to reiterate." Eddie added the last part, seeing that his blond darling was calming down, and only to make him laugh, remembering their conversation that had led to a damn good time of their life.

Buck laughed brightly, eyes crinkling beautifully as his body collided lightly against Eddie's, then he grabbed Eddie's neck with a gentle touch, letting their lips touch softly for a few seconds before he pulled away, not wanting to get carried away, as they always do.

"Well, you are pretty and strong, I'd be a fool to argue with that"

"Which you do, at times, but you'd be my fool regardless"

"Oh my god, Eddie, stop." Buck wasn't used to this kind of bashfulness, no one loved him as tenderly as Eddie Diaz.

"Never, mi corazón"

[writing-until-i-drop]

OK. I figured it out. 😅 I also don't play by the rules. So...I have a couple...ish. To be fair, two tiles from both 911 and TGM seemed like they could go together...so...🤣 That being said, they can be super condensed one line snippets. Ooor you can pick one from here and go with that. Lol.

Eddie Diaz prided himself on his self control and Listen. Eddie didn’t mean to set the kitchen on fire this time ... like...wtf Eddie...

A Beginner's Guide to Lycanthropy ...because I need to know why the 911 world is needing this book

NCIS TGM | Bradley and NCIS! TGM Seresin ... for obvious reasons. 😁

Okay, we're going to do this ask in parts because you're an over achiever lol let's start with Eddie Diaz

Eddie Diaz prided himself on his self control

Eddie Diaz prided himself on his self control. Being able to bottle up all of his emotions, his ability to keep his parental trauma shoved deep down in his chest where even he could pretend it didn’t exist, and, of course, being able to hide his magic from the people around him. a/n: that's it, that's all I have for that one but you can bet that Eddie was going to be emotionally constipated for at least 10-20k words

Eddie didn’t mean to set the kitchen on fire this time

Listen. Eddie didn’t mean to set the kitchen on fire this time. Well, he never really meant to but this time had been a complete accident. How was he supposed to keep his magic under control when Buck looked like that? Having a hot best friend was something that Eddie could handle, being in love with his best friend was something that Eddie could handle. What Eddie couldn’t handle was his hot best friend standing in front of the fridge, shirtless, sweat dripping down his muscular back. How the hell was he supposed to notice the spark in his chest before it was too late?

“Holy shit, Eds,” Buck choked on his water, grabbing the fire extinguisher Bobby kept on hand when it was Eddie’s turn to cook. “You don’t even have it up that high, shit.” Eddie, as if he wasn’t a trained firefighter, stood in front of the flaming stove and watched Buck extinguish the flames, focusing on the way his biceps tensed as he did it. “Did you burn yourself?” Pull it together, Eddie.

“I’m fine,” Eddie stammered as Buck grabbed both of his hands, twisting his arms to see if there were any burns. “I don’t know why Bobby still makes me cook.” 

“Especially without supervision,” Buck flashed one of his aren’t I cute smiles, swiping away something from Eddie’s cheek with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “Well, at least the sauce was good.” 

“Was?” Eddie spun around, finding that the sauce he had been so proud of had split. “Damn it.” 

“It’s okay, Eds, I think Chim bought canned sauce just in case.” Eddie pouted but could admit to himself that that was fair, even if it was a little rude that Chimney would assume Eddie would screw up dinner. It was hard to feel annoyed at his friend when Buck reached out and ruffled his hair.

It was always like this with Buck, it had been since day one. Well, more like day two. When Eddie had first joined the 118, Buck had lashed out like a puppy afraid that his shadow was trying to steal his spot in the sun, puffing out his chest and nipping at Eddie, who had purposefully riled up the younger man. The failed attempt at establishing dominance had been cute but nothing had been as endearing as the first time Eddie had brought up his son and Buck had lit up like a Christmas tree. 

[ringsreforged]

Season 2, Episode 6 - Nat's Rambles

Okay – SO – Paulina is still on holiday, and I’m obviously DYING OVER HERE (Natalie, in case you hadn’t guessed) so TUMBLR. I HAVE RETURNED.

Truly though, I don’t think I’ve done this since S4 of The 100 which probably aired 100 years ago at this point…what has this show done to me…

ANYWAY. My immediate thoughts on Season 2, Episode 6: WHERE IS HE???????

Paulina Voice: All opinions herein have nothing to do with me, so only judge Natalie for them.

Important Note: I have only watched once, in a haze of stress and emotion, so I reserve the right to delete all of this later if I change my mind on any of it.

Arondir – Hello! Nice to see you! Glad you’re joining us for the battle!

I did like the detail of confirming that not all the orcs are on board with Adar’s war, but I was mostly laughing that ‘running through the trees’ is how the show has reminded us a character exists for two weeks in a row.

Rhun – I think this was the first episode where I was like GO AWAY, RHUN, NOT NOW. Though, I want to stress that I am super excited to see the conclusion of this, probably in episode 8. The Dark Wizard, the Gaudrim, the fate of the Stoors (honestly, I’m assuming they’re all going to be massacred tbh…which…the optics…but we’ll worry about that later…). In today’s episode, it just felt a bit like ‘hey, these characters still exist.’

I did love the little snippet of Tom and the Stranger, though I felt like it could have just been included in their previous scenes. He is 1000% Gandalf, and I stand by my opinion that this isn’t supposed to be a twist or a surprise. It’s just the narrative telling the story. Destiny or friend is super intriguing to me. It’s very Luke and Yoda from Empire, but I do wonder if his destiny IS to choose his friend…and in so doing, THAT is how he finds his staff…

Nori talking with the Gund was very sweet, and her willingness to give herself up to protect everyone was super in character. Poppy and Merimac were cute (I pray to all the gods that THIS was the kiss Morfydd teased but I doubt it very much…), and Poppy wanting to fight for the Stranger made me pretty emotional. However, I have some bad news…

Guys…I think I’m adding Poppy to DEATH WATCH. And I HATE IT. BUT I CAN’T UNTHINK IT.

Moving on…

Numenor – This continues to be the choppiest of storylines this season, but I do think the broad elements are super on point. And, actually, where we end up makes the Eagle sequence make more sense in retrospect. Pharazon didn’t have things locked down, Miriel is very much still a player on the board, and Mr. Eyebrows is THE BIGGEST HYPOCRIT.

Then again, if you told me I’d see Halbrand in the Palantir I’d probably touch it too…

Ahem. Loved that detail by the way! Part of the reason I felt like Halbrand would be his Numenor form was the small scene he shared with Pharazon back in S1, while Galadriel was taking out the guards. A connection was formed then – perhaps his eyes even bored a hole – and if Halbrand rocks up as an enemy of the elves, that’ll only make him more appealing.

Everything with Miriel and Elendil was absolutely stunning. He was willing to give his life for her, she was willing to give hers for his. WHAT ABOUT MY HEART. Honestly, from the way Owen and Cynthia talked about this season, I felt like they weren’t going to get anything at all romance coded. But I’m just starting to think people in TV only see active kissing as romance, because HELLO?? THAT’S THE SCRIPT????? THAT IS ABSOLUTELY ROMANCE????

I’m very excited to watch the sequence with the sea worm again, and to really let it wash over me (heh), because I was starting to get time anxious at that point in the episode (my brain starts panicking ‘don’t end, don’t end.’ Honestly, my brain SUCKS). But it was incredible, the implications were wonderful, Elendil’s relief was beautiful, and so was Pharazon’s rage. Also, the whole sequence was UTTERLY STUNNING, WOW.

Note for the show overall, or maybe just for myself, though – PLEASE stop spoiling so much of the season through promotional material. My biggest gripe with this episode is that I felt like I’d already seen/put together 90% of it.

Anyway, I’ve left Earien until last because this was a MUCH better episode for her (though, not letting her have any reaction to Valandil’s death was CRIMINAL). To the point that I’m now reforging (heh) my thoughts on last week – who directed her to have such bratty energy last week? Weird.

Anyway, we saw much more of her conflict and fluidity in this episode. She isn’t Faithful, she believes the new order is the way to go, but she’s also struggling massively with it. Her desperate hug with her father broke my heart, I had instant tears in my eyes, but then I also cheered when she brought Miriel in! What a great surprise that was! I’m REALLY interested to see where she goes from here…I’m assuming in the finale? I was sure she was locked onto a super dark path, but she witnessed Miriel survive the Valar’s judgement…will that sway her back around?

I’m going to finish this section with something that’s maybe a bit controversial…Elendil sucks as Earien’s father!!! Now, I’m willing to put this on pacing/editing issues, because I don’t think the show really wants us to feel this way. But good god, man. HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOUR DAUGHTER. I really enjoyed their cell scene, but sweet lord baby jesus, these two needed a deep conversation in episode 3. Watching him turn to go when Miriel walked in, and just forget Earien was even there hurt me man…even though I enjoy the Miriel aspect VERY much…

Like, I know you’re mad at her, but you’re all she’s got left…and your pride might mean she watches you die…can you be a little kinder to her???

Dwarves being dwarves, AKA perfect – Flawless. No notes.

The initial sequence with the Durin’s and Annatar was PERFECT. Annatar being rejected (that Balrog glimpse was SO EVIL), and Baby Durin’s flicker of hope. But then the reveal that Daddy Durin is deep in the shit because he’s really just being greedy. My gooooodnesssssss. The show has done SUCH A GOOD JOB setting this up, because we know Daddy Durin isn’t this way! We feel Baby Durin’s pain!

Then Daddy Durin has his IT’S MINE moment with the ring and swats his son away. Anguish. And the anguish only anguished harder when we cut to Durin and Disa. Disa talking about her love for her father-in-law, and her own father, and then DURIN’S TEARS. UGH. UGH. UGH. I was weeping, honestly.

I feel like Durin being suss of the rings this early on is a pretty big change (don’t quote me on this) but I’m for it. Watching Disa turn back Narvi and the others (poor Narvi) was beautiful and then that I LOVE YOU. UGH. UGH. UGH. PERFECT, I SAY.

I doubt Disa has anymore bats to summon, though, so IDK how the heck they stop what’s coming next. Is Durin going to get drawn away by his desire to help Elrond, leaving Disa alone and vulnerable?

I REFUSE TO PUT DISA ON DEATH WATCH, SHOW. I REFUSE. DON’T YOU DARE.

Adar and Galadriel – I wish we’d gotten more, especially because they released a clip yesterday that I obviously couldn’t resist watching, but what we got was JUICY.

I felt that Adar knew Halbrand was Sauron back in the premiere, or at least suspected it. Getting that confirmation paints their scene with the talk of the wine, the tears, and the kneeling in such a different light. TASTY.

I’ve seen people question this, because why did Adar not try and kill him there and then? To my mind, that’s pretty straightforward. He killed him once and it didn’t stick. And last time he had the element of surprise. He knows that Sauron is powerful enough to get out of his chains/to not get caught by orcs, which means he’s here for a reason. If Adar tries to kill him, best case scenario Sauron is off the board for another few centuries, but he’ll likely take down some orcs with him on the way out. And for what? For him to just come back again?

I think Adar decided to play the long game. I think talk of Eregion and Galadriel let him know that something more was going on, and he was biding his time to act.

So, Sauron promised Adar children. Honestly, the Adar/Sauron/Galadriel dynamic that played across this episode was the stuff of my dreams. Adar is holding his own relationship with the fella up against hers, and there’s so much subtext for both dynamics. Was there romance between both? Was it solely manipulation for both? Is Adar what Galadriel might become if she succumbs?

Galadriel definitely wasn’t being entirely truthful with Adar when she mentioned that Sauron promised an army, because that was more what she thought she could get out of Halbrand. And yes, sure, Sauron might have nudged her that way. But Sauron’s true offer came later on the raft, after the army had been delivered. Adar even acknowledges that she’s not being truthful, that she needs to let go of her pride. I feel like we’ll see that play out over the last two episodes for sure…

The line that really stuck with me from a Hal&Gal perspective was Galadriel finishing Adar’s line about the world with Sauron being full of colour, and without him it’s a dull grey. It fits with how Galadriel has come across to me this season. Since Elrond shut her out, she hadn’t had anybody to open up to, and she’s certainly not being fully honest with herself yet. That dull grey speaks to how she’s mostly been…quite contained? The only moments where she’s truly come alive were with Nenya, and when she was fighting.

Later in the episode, she DOES put aside her pride. She calls Adar Uruk!!! She opens up and sees the possibility of an alliance. And I think this goes back to Sauron too. She’s had a taste of darkness and the temptation of it, she knows she’s not secure from succumbing, and so her perspective of Adar – who was once an elf – has massively shifted. However, when he asks if he and his children will be able to return to their home…we all know the answer to that.

I actually never stopped to consider that Adar would be the one manipulating/tricking Galadriel, which is silly in retrospect. Because this much better explains how she ends up in a cage facing the elves (sorry guys, I don’t think she’s bait for Sauron…she’s facing the wrong way…). I’m looking forward to watching this bit again, as I feel it was a bit rushed on first watch. I would have liked to see these two chat for a good two scenes more, honestly.

Adar is falling into the trap, which is pretty devastating, and Galadriel is the one seeing through it. Honestly, I really don’t know how things roll out in the finale. I flip from it making no sense for it to be a S1 rehash, to being sure she’ll defiantly resist, to being sure the show is setting her up to not be able to. I JUST DON’T KNOW. I wish I’d never seen those stupid leak spoilers…the promo makes me think they are real, but then we MUST be missing full context.

Adar is still on DEATH WATCH but like…a little bit less than before, honestly? Mostly because I don’t see how we have time to get ALL the confrontations into the last two episodes. When Adar goes out – and he will – he deserves the biggest death.

Random aside: I am pondering sharing something of a Haladriel ramble/rant but I’m also like…IDK if I want the hassle, so we’ll see.

Celebrimbor and Annatar

Oh, Brimby. My heart aches. The sequence with him forgetting Mirdania’s name was so heartbreaking and watching Annatar isolate him so completely was chilling. First, by taking away the other smiths, then with the illusion.

I actually don’t think I have a lot to say on this section, because it’s been rumbling along all season and we’re just about to reach the climax. Sauron is Sauron’ing his hardest in this episode.

I am now quite convinced that Mirdania is not Celebrian (I already didn’t really believe it, but it’s firmer now) and I do think she’ll die. I think she’ll either be killed by Sauron himself, or she’ll be caught in the crossfire of the siege, and as she dies she’ll make eye contact with him and he’ll just coldly leave her. I feel like there has to be some sort of climax to the whole…you look like Galadriel thing, but I’m not really sure what that could be?? I don’t think there’s going to be a lot of time next episode, so maybe that really was a one and done so the viewer understood he’s thinking about her…

Celebrimbor trying to snap on Annatar, and that flash of true rage in Annatar’s face…oh god, next week is going to be soul destroying. I honestly can’t wait and dread it at the same time. Celebrimbor has fought so hard but then comes the illusion, then comes the lure – more talk of the Valar, of his work, of Feanor and the Silmarils. CELEBRIMBOR. GET OUT, PLEASE. GET OUT.

Sauron was then absolutely buzzing at the end there, as war came, and I wonder if there are more twists to come or if things play out fairly straightforward from here. We know the elves will charge the orcs. Does that happen straight away? Is there any communication? Because it’s complicated, isn’t it? On one hand, let Adar and the orcs try to take our Sauron…but then, you know innocents are being killed. You have to save them, surely?

And that’s that, I think? PHEW.

I must say, it’s harder to get through this season being in fandom because I KNOW SO MUCH MORE and I WANT SO MUCH MORE and people STRESS ME OUT. But, at the same time, it feels nice to love something this hard again?

Let’s get episode 7 and [redacted] out of the way fast, though, yeah?

[millermenapologist]

Hey, I don't really send things hut you mentioned your fic and I had to read the last chapter (it was good to do so, because I was a bit tipsy the day I was reading and now I paid more attention to things, anyway...), so I wanted to talk about it❤️❤️ first, you write so perfectly it's actually insanely ridiculous how talented you are. I mean, everybody can qrite fics, sure.. but you darling? If you said to me you are a renowned author who hides behind a blog on tumblr, I would believe it. The way you describe things, describe feelings and just fucking describes everything is just **chef kiss**

I love how joel is treating ellie now that things calmed down, even when he doesn't communicate with words, he does it with actions and physical touch a lot: hugging her from behind when she goes to sleep with him, the way he asks if she wants him to do her hair even when she doesn't need help, the way she just casually sits on his lap and he holds her like his baby (and when they long talk during these moments even tho he's so tired from work), the way he can't even think of her as a sexual creature with anyone because she's so cute to him (that scene cracked me up🤣), the way he puts her to sleep with bunny so she can hold it, the way he deals with her rage storms like he's a fucking pro (or when he he disciplined her about good manners, but soon after he asked her if he got too hard with the scolding lmao), the way he's willing to buy her braces and afford anything she wants like birth control (I wonder how would joel react if ellie sees a toy she wanted to have as a kid but never had it, I bet he would buy without thinking. And of course his soft old ass would get all emotional watching her unpack at home). It's like she was always meant to be there with them, it's crazy. He should be grateful every day that Sarah had good taste and brought Ellie into their lives.

Also, Idk if it's because I'm young or if it's because I'm slow, but where exatcly Danica wanted to go with that talk about david? You know, that scene where she's talking to joel while he holds ellie and ellie is pretending to sleep. She implied something that left everyone speechless and then boom, next scene. I'm thinking about possibilities of what she meant, but Idk if I got them right. Could you explain.

I saw the recent posts of yours and I saw the snippet you posted. How is miss ellie gonna deal when he finds out sarah is cannibal?👀👀 Maaaan it's gonna be tense?? Oh what if this part of the plot has to do with sarah lying about her route back to home hm. Also, was david cannibal this fic? I don't remember well.

Omg, anon, thank you so much ♥（ﾉ´∀`） you're making me blushhh

I am trying to become a serious and published writer, but all that comes out are either little fantasy Renaissance fantasies or contemporary novels that would need to be pushed by an actual publishing house to have some kind of audience. Either that, or I get the Pedro Pascal girlies really on board ｡ﾟヽ(ﾟ´Д｀)ﾉﾟ｡ I am, more than technically, a published author tho. Just not with fiction 😭

They're both canonically touch-starved but they're both also emotionally constipated as all hell, so I try to fix it by making them as touchy as possible in every possible solution 😭😭 They need to hug their issues out sometimes, man...

So, I can already tell you that, because of how Ellie was raised (one toy, no certainty about her home, sharing her room and all her possessions), she has never coveted any kind of toys, but in the very final chapter (the epilogue) she will receive something she has always wanted and already mentioned here and there a couple of times, even if not in direct conversation with anybody.

I didn't go more into depth into that scene because they were supposed to discuss it during the pre-trial preparation, but then thought the scene over another time and figured it'd fit better in chapter 5, so... no worries, it will be explained in a very direct way (also because Ellie hasn't connected the dots on it yet either).

Oh, that's another fic! And hopefully, it's gonna be just a oneshot (Shoot for the Stars was also supposed to be one looool). So, no: Sarah didn't chew her way through David and she 100% killed him by stabbing him with the knife Ellie gifted her for her birthday.

Shoot for the Stars is very much set in like... normal reality, while that other fic, To Be Consumed, takes plenty from the concept of "magical realism."

So... as for that fic, do you really expect Ellie to not be a cannibal too? (｀∀´)Ψ

[firstdegreefangirl]

July 2023 Reading Wrap-Up

Total books read: 6 

Total pages read: 2,048 

Days read: 24/31 

Average star rating: 4.46/5 

Challenge Prompts Filled: 8 in July; 74 total. Popsugar: 1(24)/40.   Romanceopoly: 4 (22)/36. CRAD: 1(7)/12. BTBL: 2(21)/52 

Mini-reviews under the cut!

Christmas Angels by Nancy Naigle  ⭐⭐⭐(½)  What a way to kick off Christmas in July reading! I wanted something that would read with Hallmark movie vibes, and this was PERFECT. Big city exec moves to a small town and takes over the family inn? Where she hires a handsome construction man to help get it ready for open? Sign me UP. It was funny, it was light hearted, merry and bright, and gave me warm fuzzy emotions in just the right places. I loved the motif with the angels coming up with a sort of spiritual reverence, but still finding a logical, yet meaningful closure at the end. Very cute, very sweet, made me want to give up my corporate hospitality job and go buy a tiny mountain lodge of my own.  

Prompts filled: BTBL – Cozy read or cover; Romanceopoly – Winter/cover is blue, black or silver; or winter holiday book 

The Christmas Wedding Guest by Susan Mallery  ⭐⭐⭐⭐(½)  I meant to get to this one back at the holidays, and I’m SO glad I finally made the time now. As usual, Susan Mallery hits it out of the park, this time with an added boost of holiday spirit! It’s a double romance – rockstar/small town girl and teacher/parent, two EXCELLENT tropes. I think it’s supposed to kick off her new series, and I can’t wait to see what else comes of the worldbuilding. There are a few characters I’m already eyeing for hopeful plots in the next stories. And yes, again, there’s a hotel at the holidays involved. What can I say? I have a type. 

Prompts filled: BTBL – All the romance; Romanceopoly – Autumn/red or green cover; or has trees and leaves on the cover; or has a cozy vibe 

Home for Christmas by Camille Isley ⭐⭐⭐ ⭐ ⭐  No hotel this time, but still lots of holiday travel! This was laugh out loud funny, sweet, romantic, grumpy, sunshine-y and everything in between. I blew through it in like three days and have already downloaded two other books by the same author. We love a writer romance, and a not-quite-only-one-bed, but definitely not enough beds forced proximity setup. This one was different than I usually read too, because not ONLY was there a romance budding, but family dynamics fitting together right out of the gate. It’s a predictable plot, but as we know, sometimes that’s exactly what I want. Give me a prank war with a guaranteed happy ending and lots of Christmas merriment, and I am a happy camper.  

Prompts filled: Popsugar – A book that was self-published 

A Very Merry Bromance by Lissa Kay Adams  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Listen. I knew I would like this one. Anyone who’s listened to me talk about my taste in books probably knew I would like this one. And I LOVED it. Bromance Book Club is possibly the best series I’ve read in a long time, and this one is right in line with the rest of them. It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s … I mean, the romance goes without saying, but it’s romantic. And this one is Christmassy too, which just makes things better. It’s so fun reading not only the Bromance stories, but the little snippets of the stories the guy are reading throughout the book, but as usual my one regret is that those books don’t exist in full. I’d read the CRAP out of them. As it is, I’ve been thinking about Colton and Gretchen even DAYS after I finished the book. 15/10 recommended to anyone who’s looking for something bright and fun and festive, with just enough emotion to bring tears to your eyes, and always, ALWAYS a big gesture before the happy ending. 

Prompts filled: None, I just really wanted to read it! 

Christmas at the Island Hotel by Jenny Colgan  ⭐⭐⭐ (¾)  A last minute pick, designed to fit the CRAD prompt for the month. I own many Christmas books, but as it turns out, all of them are set here in the US. Ended up with this one as an eBook from the library, following some very specific search parameters. It was … alright, and I enjoyed almost every minute of reading it, but it’s not something I think I’d choose to read again. Generally I’m more romance, less women’s fiction, but this book was definitely more women’s fiction than romance. And sure, it’s good to read outside my comfort zone – and this was a good story, without a doubt – but I found myself frustrated a couple of times when it felt like the author was dancing around the romantic elements. The relationships are there, a couple of them are hinted at, but I would have liked to see them fleshed out a little further. That said, Isla and Konstantin are definitely one of the cutest relationship arcs I’ve read in a hot minute. I just wish the other pairings had gotten a little bit of that depth too.  

Prompts filled: Romanceopoly – Post Office/set in a different country to where you live; CRAD July – set in a different country or world [to June] 

The Christmas Wager by Holly Cassidy  ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐  Alright, full disclosure: I technically finished this at like 1 a.m. on 1 August. But I hadn’t gone to bed yet, and the day isn’t over until I go to sleep, and I would have been done earlier if half a dozen things had gone differently over the weekend. And it was good enough for me to stay up past midnight, running on like three hours of sleep. Of all the books I read this month, it’s definitely top two (and that’s up with some tough competition). I loved the fun, silly competitions, and the heartwarming family dynamics. This book would make an EXCELLENT movie; I could picture so many of the scenes playing out clearly inside my head. It read just like a romance novel should, from start to end, and I’m already eager to find more of the author’s work to read in the future! 

Prompts filled: Romanceopoly – Library/free choice 

[lollytea]

I just know Hunter would quote star trek to be romantic and impress Willow, mostly because she doesn't know it very well and he can be cringe without fail, but Gus would bust his ass nearly every time. Like, I can totally see him quoting that one moment from Wrath of Khan of "You're my superior officer and you're also my friend, I have been and shall always be yours" because he just marathoned the og series until Gus is like "dude, for real? What mr. Scoops said to admiral (former captain) Kim in Rage of Gengis?" and exposes his ass right in front of Willow. I. Just. Know. It.

I mean, Willow thinks it's cute, but most of the time Gus is there so it turns funny.

Omg I promise I didn't mean to ignore this ask. It kinda got lost under others and I forgot about it for a bit but I was reminded it existed today cuz THIS IDEA IS SO SILLY AND I LOVE IT A LOT

YES Hunter would absolutely feel more comfortable flirting with Willow if he just had a SCRIPT!! And he does not trust himself to come up with shit on his own. At least not yet. So initially, Hunter memorizes lines from Cosmic Frontier that he thinks are the definition of romance. (Literally putting himself through TORTURE by meticulously combing through the O'Bailey/Keiko scenes which are known to give him a terrible case of giggling/kicking his legs disease which takes him hours to recover from.)

It's not a seamless plan in the longterm cuz its basically just regurgitating quotes that aren't his and if Willow happens to flirt back he's at a loss on how to answer. However the first time he recited one of his favourite romantic monologues on her, she was literally too stunned to flirt back. He even made her blush!! Willow!! Hunter did that!!! It went AWESOME!!! SO AWESOME!!!

Well it started out awesome and he would have been riding that giddy high for the rest of his life if Gus hadn't immediately butted in like "Hey man, you seriously just flirt with Willow using dialogue from Book 4 of Cosmic Frontier? Is that really a thing I just witnessed with my own two eyes??"

LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! HE'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE OUT HERE!!!

Anyway that's the only time he manages to actually take Willow completely off guard with it. She definitely malfunctioned a little because she didn't expect that to come out of Hunter. And he really did have her going there for a second. She seriously thought he came up with it himself. She was having a complete crisis wondering how the FUCK she was supposed to function from this point on if this was the shit he was apparently capable of. Honestly, thank Titan it WAS from a book.

But yeah Willow is actually really charmed by it. She's SUCH a loser about the eccentric stuff Hunter does. Cuz in her mind, she doesn't see it as him not bothering to come up with romantic lines on his own because he doesn't want to put the effort it. She knows Hunter and she understands how his brain works. She understands that books are something that help him better understand the world and his own emotions and give him guidance on how to approach things. So the fact that he's taking snippets from the books that he loves and using them as a tool to better express how he feels about her is a sentiment that Willow finds super sweet.

She's probably skimmed through Hunter's Cosmic Frontier books a few times and wound up melting because of everything he had highlighted. He uses different colours for different things. Sentences upon sentences in neon green about protection and loyalty and love and devotion and Willow knows immediately that they made him think of her.

Anyway Hunter is also pretty creative with his terminology. (I mean this IS the boy who came up with "Emerald Entrails" on the spot, with a really clever meaning behind it.) But the things that come out of his mouth are also pretty odd.

So eventually he gets comfortable enough with speaking to Willow from the heart. He still uses the occasional book quote obviously. But as soon as the words leave him mouth, Willow knows if this is a sci fi passage that made him blush or a Hunter original. She honestly loves both 💚💛

[seijorhi]

Pretty Young Thing

A yandere Erasermic commission for an anon, I hope you like it bby!!

Aizawa Shouta x reader x Hizashi Yamada

TW non-con, breeding kink, pregnancy, surrogacy, pregnant sex, smut, age-gap, nsfw

“Don’t you think she’s a little young, ‘Zashi?”

“It’s up to you both how involved you are during the first stages and the overall pregnancy. Normally we suggest an initial meeting with the potential surrogate for all three of you to get a feel for one another and decide if you want to proceed with the arrangement, but should you wish, we can–”

“No,” he interrupts, sparing Hizashi a fleeting glance. “We want to meet her.”

Beneath the desk, his husband squeezes his hand. 

Hizashi quirks an eyebrow, pausing midway through fixing his hair in the mirror. “Whaddya mean, babe? She’s in her twenties ain’t she?”

He’s not wrong, but that’s not the issue. They picked you, they both picked you, but there’s this lingering unease that he can’t seem to shake. It’s not so much your age specifically, he knows that you’re only a few years younger than the majority of the other women whose profiles they’d seen – you’re old enough to understand what you’re getting yourself into and agree to it, at any rate – it’s just that he doesn’t quite understand why somebody your age would want to do this.

And there’s something different about you, it’s just a feeling of course – he hasn’t yet had a chance to confirm his suspicions, but he wants to meet you and decide for himself.

“We do have a number of potential surrogates with promising Quirks if you’re considering pursuing that option for your child,” the Doctor told them, smiling as they flipped through page after page of profiles.

Hisako, 35, Quirk: Sun-flare

Nozumi, 26, Quirk: Mimic

Koharu, 28, Quirk: Seismic Wave

Chiyoko, 33, Quirk: Golden Whip

Yuzuki, 32, Quirk: Silencer

There’s dozens of them – which is more than he expected. 

Aizawa knew coming in that this wasn’t normally the process, that this agency catered specifically to Heroes – was recommended by the Hero commission – but it still feels strange, just browsing through pages upon pages of potential candidates to carry their baby. 

Was he supposed to be feeling some kind of emotion looking at these profiles? The women were all healthy, each of them attractive, in their own ways (nothing but the very best, the Doctor had reassured them with a smile). This woman, whoever they picked, she’d be carrying their baby, yes, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t going to be a part of their lives beyond that, so what did it matter if she was nice or liked to cook or play tennis?

There were stats, of course. Their education and IQ’s and little snippets of history, but they were all impressive, otherwise they wouldn’t have been included. Were they supposed to choose based on their Quirk? One that might compliment his or Zashi’s? Quirks were troublesome things to begin with, and–

“Wait-wait, Shou, hold up,” Hizashi’s voice cut through his musings, long fingers wrapping around his wrist midway through turning the page. “Go back one.”

He does as he’s told, flicking the page back.

Y/N, 23, Quirk: N/A.

A lone eyebrow lifts. Quirkless, huh? A blank slate.

But that’s not what caught Hizashi’s eye.

“She’s kinda cute, don’tcha think, baby?”

It feels weirdly like a first date, nervous jitters and all – though he’d like to believe he’s better at suppressing that now then back when he was a teenager. Aizawa hasn’t bothered to shave, but his hair’s tied back in a loose bun and he’s pulled out a suit for the occasion – he’s even wearing a tie for fuck’s sake. Beside him, Hizashi’s ditched his usual leather jacket and ripped jeans for, well, nicer jeans and a button up floral shirt.

And then there’s you. Standing in the doorway of the cafe glancing around like a little lost lamb, he recognises you instantly from the picture on your profile, but the moment your eyes meet his he’s struck with the realisation that the picture didn’t truly do you justice.

Because you do look young (at least compared to their thirty odd years) and it might just be the hesitant smile adorning your face as you start to make your way over, or the charming little summer dress falling to your mid-thigh, swishing hypnotically with every step, but Shouta feels something catch in his chest the more he stares. You really are… what was the word ‘Zashi had used? Cute?

Yeah. You were cute. 

The agency had offered to host this little meetup at their clinic, and while he hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, Hizashi’d been insistent. He’d wanted this to feel ‘natural’. 

‘I don’t really wanna meet our potential baby mama for the first time in some boring, sterile office, d’you?”

He’d only bitten back a sigh at the time, shaking his head. It wouldn’t have been worth upsetting him by reminding him that the girl was technically a glorified incubator. He had every intention of being involved in this process, but this initial meeting was to establish two things. Firstly, that after meeting them, you still felt comfortable with carrying their baby, and secondly, he wanted to make absolutely certain that you weren’t trying to get anything out of this.

Oh, he knew you were getting paid, handsomely, he’s sure, but the thought that you, or any of the women the agency had fobbed their way might not all be in this for altruistic reasons had crossed his mind. 

You were just so young.

But he was more than happy to determine those two things in a ten minute meeting at the agency. 

Hizashi was not, and so here they are. 

Ten minutes in, and he finds himself glad of his husband’s insistence. Hands wrapped around your mug of coffee (you should enjoy it while you can) you chatter away with Hizashi, beaming and blushing, tripping over your own words in your nervousness. 

You’re about as dangerous as a kitten, and he allows himself to relax enough in his seat to enjoy watching the blonde charm you. 

“So why don’t ya tell us a little about yourself, songbird?”

“There’s really not all that much to tell,” you say with a sheepish laugh, but they listen as you talk anyway. It’s nothing the profile hadn’t already told them, nothing spectacular that would make you stand out in the crowd. 

And yet, an hour and a half later, you’re trying in vain to distract him and Hizashi both so that you can slip your card in with the bill to pay for lunch, and Shouta finds himself oddly amused.

There were other candidates – ones with impressive Quirks, smarter than you, more accomplished than you, older than you–

“Ya sure you don’t want a lift, sweetheart? It’s no trouble.”

You smile again, demure little thing, and shake your head. “Oh no, really it’s okay. It’s not far and… I like the walk. Thank you, though.”

– but none nearly so endearing, he thinks. 

And when they watch you disappear into the crowd, one final wave thrown over your shoulder, Hizashi’s fingers lace with his once more.

“So she’s our baby mama, huh?

He’s silent for a moment. “I suppose so.”

—

The agency recommended, at least in the initial stages before the implantation procedure took place, that any communication between the three of you should go through them. 

Hizashi had your number programmed into his phone before you’d even left the cafe, and he’s been texting you every day since – to the point where it wasn’t unusual for Shouta to come downstairs and find Mic chuckling to himself, fingers dancing across the keyboard on his phone as he replies to whatever message you’ve sent. 

Shouta, for his part, tends to message only to check in.

How are you feeling? Any side effects from the meds?

Your response comes a little slower than usual, and it’s almost an hour before finally he receives it.

Sorry they’re cracking down on us using our phones at work :( 

Everything’s good so far! The doc said i should be on track for our appointment next week!

… is it weird that I’m a little excited haha?

His brow furrows at that. You hadn’t mentioned a job – at least not to him, he’d have to ask Hizashi later whether you'd said anything to him. 

Why on earth were you still working? He’d seen the contracts, he knew exactly how much you were getting paid for this little venture, wasn’t that enough to support you?

He makes a brief mental note to make sure that whatever job you were working at, you stopped long before the baby was due. You might just be a surrogate, but he’d be damned if his baby was put in jeopardy because you were needlessly exerting yourself. 

Nevertheless, his expression softens somewhat as he reads the second part of your message. You were excited, hm? 

Well, that made three of you.

Both he and Hizashi’d been willing to come along to the clinic with you – he’d even submitted a formal leave request to take the day off from UA, but the Doctor had assured him that it wasn’t necessary.

“The procedure is quick and relatively painless. She’ll be home within a few hours, and so long as she remains off her feet and doesn’t undertake any strenuous activity, she will be perfectly fine.”

It hadn’t sat particularly well with Hizashi who’d spent the afternoon huffing and complaining about the clinic trying to kick them both out of the process. That much, he expected – he understood it to an extent; the agency catered specifically to Heroes, most of their clientele probably had busy schedules (which was true in their case as well). There wasn’t a need for them to be present at such a minor procedure, even if it did hopefully mark the beginnings of your pregnancy. 

What he hadn’t expected was the twinge of discontent he felt settle in his own stomach. The Doc might’ve preferred they stay out of this, but at the end of the day he really didn’t give a shit what she or the agency wanted.

So he messaged you.

Do you want us there with you?

He watches those three little dots bounce for almost a solid minute before finally your reply comes through.

No, it’s okay, you don’t have to come. The Doc said it wouldn’t take long and I don’t wanna be a burden for you guys

It’s not really an answer to his question, and he briefly wonders if Hizashi might be right about the agency interfering, but he’s not going to fight you on it. 

At least, that’s his plan until Principal Nezu pulls him aside at the end of a staff meeting and tells him that he’s found somebody to cover his classes tomorrow if he still wants the day off. 

“Ya gotta go, babe. One of us should be there for our ‘lil mama.”

He asks you what time your appointment is and there’s a surprisingly pleasant fluttering in his stomach when you walk through the clinic doors and catch sight of him sitting in the waiting room.

It’s a momentary surprise – you almost do a double take, but a smile lights your face and you ignore the receptionist in favour of racing towards him. 

“Shouta, I thought you weren’t coming!” Your arms wrap around his middle, squeezing tightly.

He finds himself returning your hug – albeit somewhat stiffly – but he’s glad he made the decision to come. The Doctor wasn’t wrong, you’re only in with her for just under twenty minutes, and when you come out there’s a tremble in your legs, but you seem otherwise fine.

It goes without saying that he’s driving you home, though you try once again to beg him off.

Kitten, when are you gonna learn that so long as you’re carrying his and ‘Zashi’s child, they’re going to go out of their way to make things easier for you – whether you want them to or not.

Yet your quiet discomfort on the drive home doesn’t slip past his attention. Maybe it’s because he’s become accustomed to your nervous rambling, but there’s something odd about the way you’re sitting so quietly, fingers twisting in your lap as you stare out the window. He knows that if Hizashi was here, he’d be chatting your ear off, but he’s never been one to fill silence with unnecessary small talk.

Though he can’t exactly help the way his own mind drifts. Are you in pain? The Doc didn’t say anything about there being any pain, only that you should rest over the next few days, so it shouldn’t be that. Perhaps you’re just lost in your thoughts – it’s strange for them having a surrogate, he can only imagine what’s going through your own head now that it’s actually begun. He hopes that you aren’t having second thoughts, almost opens his mouth to ask before thinking better of it.

You’re entitled to your thoughts and feelings, whatever they may be, and if you wanted to talk to him about them, you would. 

It’s not until the scenery outside starts to change and the fancy sky-scrapers give way to dingy apartment blocks and dilapidated buildings, crammed in together too tightly that he realises that it’s not discomfort that’s written across your face, but embarrassment.

This was your neighbourhood?

Shouta recognises it, and really he should have picked up on it earlier when you’d given him the address – he’s spent more than a few nights patrolling the area. It’s a hotspot, not for the high-class, dangerous villains plastered across the news every night, but thieves and murderers. Petty thugs who prey on the weak, those addicted, with nowhere else to go… you live here?

Surely with the money you’re getting from the agency, and your job on top of that, you can afford a better neighbourhood.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, watches as you all but shrink into your seat, and when you speak, your voice is little more than a whisper.

“You can just drop me off at the corner here.”

He pulls the car to a stop by the curb, and for a moment neither of you speak. He doesn’t know what to say, and judging from the way you’re nibbling on your bottom lip and glancing up at him, you don’t either. 

“I–”

“Thank you,” you cut him off with a tight smile. “For coming today, and for… this. I-I really do appreciate it.” 

The words aren’t quite sincere, but he only nods – noting the miniscule sigh that escapes your lips at the action. “Of course. Anytime you need us, just call, okay.” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “Do as the Doc said, rest.”

You all but scamper from the car after saying another goodbye, though Shouta waits until you’ve disappeared into the crumbling apartment block before driving off.

Maybe the inside is nicer, but he sincerely doubts it.

—

“You should’ve seen it, ‘Zashi.” The two of them are curled up on the love-seat, half empty containers of takeout littering the coffee table in front of them. “I just can’t figure out why she’d be living somewhere like that.” 

The blonde frowns. He’d been messaging you throughout the afternoon, so he knew that the appointment had gone fine. It wasn’t that he expected to come home and find the erasure Hero jumping for joy, but the subtle discontent on Shouta’s face had been enough to make him pause. 

“You’re worried about our ‘lil songbird?” he asks, pushing away just enough so that he could turn to study his face. 

The short nod says plenty. Of course he is – even if you weren’t potentially carrying his child, you’re young, beautiful and far too innocent for your own good. In places like that, you were easy pickings, and you don’t even have a Quirk to protect yourself. His job requires him to assess his students’ strengths, their failings and weaknesses and their progress. He doesn’t need to see you in action to know that you wouldn’t be able to hold your own in a fight. 

It bothers him. 

“She’s not safe there.”

Hizashi hums, but instead of settling back against his husband’s side, he straightens up further. “Well, why don’t we go take a look-see, huh handsome? Make sure our sweet thing’s pad’s all safe ‘n sound, put your mind at ease. Whaddya say?”

As he stares into those imploring green eyes, Shouta knows that he should say no. 

Concerned or not, there’s still a line, privacy that should be respected. He’s tired and this is the only night that they both have off this week. Your place is almost twenty minutes from theirs, and it’s already late – almost midnight. The list goes on, there are a thousand reasons that he should say no.

“Fine. Just for tonight.”

—

Two weeks later, the two Heroes receive a call from the agency; the blood test came back positive – you’re pregnant. 

In the blink of an eye, at least to Shouta, this becomes startlingly real. You’re pregnant. They’re going to have a baby. Boy, girl, it doesn’t matter… You’re pregnant, and as his husband ends the call and yanks him by his collar into a fierce kiss, he realises how important this is.

How important you are, just by the virtue of carrying their baby.

They invite you over for dinner to celebrate, and while he’s never been one to flaunt the comfortable lifestyle he and Hizashi have, he does find it strangely pleasing to watch you wonder wide eyed through their apartment. He’d be the first to admit it’s big – bigger than they’d ever probably need, though with the baby on the way maybe they’ll finally be able to make use of all that extra space.

Mic grabs you by the hand, eagerly dragging you towards the nursery he’s already begun setting up. “Once I heard the good news, I just couldn’t wait to get started! Our little rockstar’s gonna have the sweetest crib, don’tcha think? Ain’t it amazing?” 

He’s already started painting and there’s a wooden cot halfway assembled and the beginnings of a musical mobile pushed off to the side waiting for him to return to it. It’s hardly close to being finished, but you just grin, gazing at the mural he’s started on the walls. “It’s amazing,” you say.

“I knew ya’d like it!” he beams.

Shouta hangs back as Hizashi guides you through the rest of the apartment, chattering excitedly away. He likes seeing his husband happy, and somehow you manage to bring it out of him without even trying. It’s still early days but Shouta has to admit that already you’re more to him and Hizashi than he expected, or even anticipated. You fit well with them, seamlessly, as if you’d always been a part of their lives.

After dinner, they drive you home despite your protests, and Hizashi insists they walk you up to your apartment. You’re no doubt under the impression that they’re doing it to be gentlemanly, missing the shared looks between the two men as they pass the out of order elevator and tread down hallways with stained carpet and peeling wallpaper, ignoring the leering yellow eyes of your neighbour, peeking out from the crack in the doorway as they bid you goodnight, ‘Zashi squeezing you extra tight.

There’s an uncharacteristic hardness in his husband’s eyes as they both slip back into the car, “No way in hell are we lettin’ her stay here.”

On that at least, there’s no arguments from him.

—

Hizashi, unsurprisingly, is the one to bring it up.

The three of you are grabbing a bite to eat after your first ultrasound. This time, both of them had been insistent on being there, and he’s glad they were. Seeing that grainy image of their baby, hearing it’s heartbeat – strong and steady – had filled him with an emotion he’d never felt before.

It was happiness and excitement and wonder and awe all mixed up and wrapped into a gut punch that stole his breath away, and while Hizashi had burst into a loud fit of tears, burying his face in Shouta’s neck while reaching for your hand, he’d managed to keep his own at bay.

Mostly. 

Regardless, you have little choice but to indulge them when they drag you out to one of the blonde’s favourite restaurants – on the proviso that they had you home in time to get ready for work.

“Songbird, there’s something the two of us have been meanin’ to ask ya.”

You perk up a little, hastily swallowing down your mouthful of food so you can reply, “Oh?”

He wonders if you notice the way your hand already instinctively drifts to your stomach, your barely there baby bump. 

“Why’re ya livin’ in a place like that, sweetheart?” You freeze, the corners of your smile slipping, but Hizashi continues, “Ain’t the money from the agency enough? We know you’re working that other job as well… we just…”

Shouta can physically feel you tensing like a bunny caught in a trap, and he doesn’t know what possesses him to reach out, sliding a hand across the table as you pale, but you take it regardless. 

“Talk to us. Please,” he begs. “We just want to understand what’s going on. You have to realise that it’s not exactly a safe neighbourhood, and it’s not just you we have to worry about anymore.” Dark eyes flicker pointedly towards your stomach. 

It’s a dirty tactic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the truth. Did you realise how much danger you were truly in? Not just from the common street thugs – though frankly he thinks it’s nothing short of a miracle that you’d managed to get this far unscathed – but any number of villains with a grudge against either one of them, or Heroes in general. If they found out a pretty, quirkless thing like you was carrying their baby, how long do you think it would take before they tracked you down and kicked through your door?

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, and you swallow shakily. “I-it’s…” you break off, taking a deep, steadying breath, “It’s all I can afford right now.”

“But, hun, what about–”

“I know,” you say. “The money for the surrogacy isn’t for me. It’s money I owe.”

Neither Hero speaks a word as you talk, telling them about your uncle, the man who raised you, how his business went under a few years back and you both lost almost everything.

Shouta isn’t surprised to find out that your uncle turned to loan sharks when the banks turned him away and threatened to take your house. Alarmed at the man’s blatant stupidity, yes, but not surprised. Your eyes start to water when you tell them about how he died a few months back – a hit and run –  and the visit you were paid only a week later, informing you that your uncle’s debts were now yours, and payment had better come through quick. 

Your hand’s trembling in his by the time you finish. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t have any options, I didn’t know how else to get the money, and they said that i-if I didn’t pay up, they-they’d–” a sob catches you unawares, and once again it’s Hizashi who’s out of his seat and at your side in a heartbeat, sliding into the booth beside you, pulling you into a one armed embrace. 

It’s his eyes that you meet, and Shouta understands. He doesn’t need you to explain what threats were made. You were scared, terrified probably, and you had every right to be. 

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you sniffle. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Really, he should be furious. Disappointed at the very least. 

“Move in with us,” he says instead, ignoring your sudden, startled intake of breath. “At least until the baby comes.”

He should be, but this works better.

—

It takes a little longer than he’d like to convince you, but the two of them wear you down and a few weeks later Shouta finds himself carting boxes of your things up into the spare room in their apartment.

Despite the fact that you’re pregnant with their baby, you’re terrified of being a burden to the two Heroes, but it’s because of the baby that you eventually relent.

They want to be close, involved. They want to know that you’re safe – and their apartment’s state of the art security system will make sure of that when they’re not home with you. They want to make sure that you’re not exerting yourself, that you’re eating the right things and not running yourself ragged at a job you don’t need, stressing yourself out needlessly and putting the baby at risk.

All of that’s true. 

It’s just not the entire reason. 

At first, he convinces himself that it’s for Hizashi, as well as his own peace of mind, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s the full truth of it. Because of course he wants to keep a close eye on the pregnancy – he knows that this can’t be easy on you. You have no family left, and if you have any friends then they’ve done an excellent job of keeping you at arm's length. 

You have nobody but them, and it does bring him some modicum of peace to know that you’re just down the hall if anything goes wrong. 

Hizashi adores having you there with them, having somebody else to cook for, somebody to come home to at the end of a long day. More than a few times, they’ve both returned from a night of patrolling to find you curled up on the couch, fast asleep with a blanket over your legs and a book slipping from your fingers, having tried, and failed, to wait up from them.

You tune into Mic’s radio show on the nights you can’t sleep, and on the odd mornings that you wake up before either of them, they come downstairs to find bacon sizzling away in the pan, a pot of coffee already brewing. There’s something oddly charming about the way you pout while you pour it for them, knowing you can’t have any yourself.

“You’re a special kind of masochist, ya know?” Hizashi teases, sidling up beside you to grab a cup.

You sigh dejectedly. “I must be,” you reply as he plants a kiss on your cheek and squeezes your side affectionately, but it’s impossible to miss the sparkle in your eyes. You’re happy here, with them. 

Shouta warns you from pushing yourself too much, but even he can notice the apartment’s tidier when they arrive home than when they left, the freshly baked goods sitting on the countertop that weren’t there yesterday.

“I just… I know I can’t pay you back for all of this, I just wanna make myself useful,” you tell him one night when he asks about it. “I still feel like I’m taking advantage of the both of you, staying here…”

“You’re carrying our baby, that’s enough,” he reminds you, his calm, steady voice brooking no disagreement. And yet, as dark eyes study your face, he can tell that it’s not enough for you, so he sighs, and in a quiet voice adds, “We like having you here.”

He likes having you there. Sitting at the dining room table, helping him grade papers, lounging around on their rare days off together – helping Mic set up the nursery, volunteering to go shopping with them for baby stuff. He’s lost count of how many pregnancy books you’ve bought, pouring over them with a fine tooth comb late at night – often falling asleep in the process, leaving him and Hizashi to carry you off to bed with a barely there kiss to your forehead.

You fit between them in a way he hadn’t quite expected. Not a burden, not an interloper, but as if there was always a place carved out for you with them, and it’s only now that they realise that there was something missing to begin with. 

It doesn’t quite click until he finds his thoughts drifting towards you at work, his fingers drumming along the top of his desk so he can stop himself from reaching for his phone. He’s not usually so distracted teaching, and as the hours drag he finds himself glancing towards the clock on the wall, counting down the hours, minutes, until the day is done and they can return home to you.

Shouta can’t pretend for much longer that there isn’t something oddly satisfying watching your belly grow and your breasts swell as your pregnancy goes on. You’re glowing, and soft and beautiful, and he could kid himself and say that it’s just the normal effects of pregnancy, but there’s some part of him that’s strangely proud when your shirt rides up and he catches a glimpse of your baby bump – knowing it’s his child you’re carrying. His and ‘Zashi’s and yours.

And oh, he wishes that it was only pride that burns through his veins at the sight of you, barefoot and pregnant, pottering around the apartment. Hizashi’s the one to hold back your hair and rub your back soothingly when your morning sickness hits, but it’s Shouta who takes care of you when you start complaining about aching muscles and joints.

He tells himself that it’s purely about comfort, namely yours, ignoring the way you flush and stutter when he drags you up the stairs and pushes you gently towards the bed, telling you to lie down on your side. 

It’s just a massage, yet the moment his fingers run along your soft skin and a breathy moan slips from parted lips, the very last vestiges of the facade he’d built up in his head crumble into dust. 

You’re perfection. Bared and beautiful beneath him, making the prettiest noises for him as he works away at your muscles, expertly releasing all of your tension. He’s glad that your eyes are shut and you’re lost to the bliss, you don’t notice the way his breath hitches and becomes rough and heavy, the way his cock twitches in his sweats, blood flowing south as you arc into his touch. 

Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you?

“You’re amazing,” you moan, and though you can’t see that either, Shouta smirks. “Please never stop.”

It’s a good thing he has restraint, because it’s taking absolutely all of his to stop himself from taking more. 

He wants all of you. 

Wants to tease and taste.

Take.

Wants to hear those pretty fucking moans take the shape of his name… Hizashi’s name.

And maybe he might have felt guilty for those perverse thoughts, for the way he wants to tear the rest of your clothes off and fuck you nice and proper, breed you–

If his husband hadn't been standing by the door, watching the two of you for the last ten minutes. Shouta doesn’t need to look to know that it’s not anger or jealousy burning in his gaze.

He knows that his husband’s far from disgusted, knows it from the way Hizashi grabs his wrist on his way back down the hallway, pulling him instead to their bedroom and shoving him back onto the mattress with a wicked grin.

There’s something positively feral in the blonde’s expression as he hovers over him, forcing Shouta back down with a hand splayed across his chest, the other reaching down to his sweats to free his aching, needy cock.

“You’ve been holding out on me, baby,” he sings.

—

They have time.

Your due date is still months away, and you’re comfortable, here with them. 

There’s no reason for you to consider leaving until the baby’s born, and Shouta is adamant about keeping it that way. Hizashi can huff and puff and moan all he likes, he knows that they have to take this thing with you slowly. He won’t risk spooking you and losing any chance they have.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t empathise with the blonde, what with all the affectionate hugs and touches you thoughtlessly bestow, the way you’ll plonk yourself down on the couch between them so they can feel when the baby’s kicking.

Hizashi’s gotten to the stage where he’ll drop to his knees to shower your stomach in kisses when he gets home of an evening before sweeping you up into a hug of your own, his face a mask of perfect innocence when he catches sight of his husband’s less than impressed expression over your shoulder. 

Having you here with them, this little temporary faux family dynamic the three of you have found yourselves in is easy, domestic and nice. It should be enough, but it’s not.

“It’ll be weird, going home after this,” you hum absentmindedly one night.

Preoccupied with the noodles you’re toying with in your bowl, you miss the sharp look shared between both men.

“Whaddya mean, sweetheart?”

If you notice the odd stiffness to the words, you pay it no mind, simply shrugging. “I mean once the baby’s born. I dunno, I think I’ve become too comfortable here freeloading off of the two of you…” you glance up, smiling a little. “Going back to work and finding a place on my own again, starting fresh, it’ll be different, that’s all. Not bad different,” you hasten to clarify at the blonde’s nearly stricken face, “just… different.”

“Well it’s not like we’re gonna be forcing ya out, hun! You’re always welcome to jam with us for as long as you want.”

You shake your head with a rueful little laugh, “We both know I can’t do that. You’ll have the baby to worry about and the last thing I want is to feel like some awkward interloper, always getting in the way – especially after everything you guys have done for me.”

Hizashi’s fingers dig into the meat of his thigh, tightening with every word out of your mouth.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m not saying I’m never going to come around to hang out or anything, but once this baby comes I’m gonna have to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.” Your eyes meet his, wide and hopeful, and Shouta’s reminded once again of just how young you really are. “I can go anywhere, do anything. It’s kind of exciting, don't you think?”

It was a mistake, to think that you’d come around to them on your own. 

You were young and naive, still living out a rose tinted fantasy where the world was your oyster and all you needed to do was reach out and take it. And maybe he’s partially to blame for that, taking your problems and getting rid of them, making you feel safe and comfortable, not realising that that security didn’t extend outside of these four walls, outside of their protection.

They need you, but kitten did you ever stop to think that you need them, too? 

Shouta had made the mistake of forgetting how this all came to be – you hadn’t wanted a family, you were just trying to save your own skin. You still think that you can make it on your own, without them. 

He supposes he shouldn’t blame you for your misplaced idealism, it’s only natural after all. Some people just don’t know what’s best for them.

They need to be shown.

—

You don’t stir as your bedroom door swings open. 

Not as Hizashi pulls back your sheets, groaning softly at the sight of your swollen breasts and precious baby bump, stretching against the confines of your silk pajamas. “Ain’t she a fuckin’ dream, Shou?”

Not as the blonde busies himself in carefully sliding your sleep shorts down your legs, or even as Aizawa gathers up your wrists, pressing a kiss to each one, and binds them to the headboard with his capture weapon.

“Gentle, ‘Zashi,” he murmurs when the blonde crawls up on the bed beside you. “Nothing too rough.”

You wake as long fingers caress your cheek, tilting your face towards him so he can kiss you properly.

Shouta hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but bathed under the soft glow of moonlight from your window, he watches your eyes flutter open, the momentary confusion that flashes across your face followed by realisation, horror, as you try to jerk back and cry out–

Only Hizashi doesn’t give you the opportunity, winding his hand through your tresses and anchoring you against him, forcing your lips open so that he can deepen the kiss and groaning appreciatively when a terrified whimper escapes you. 

You still haven’t noticed Shouta kneeling on the bed between your legs, too preoccupied by Hizashi’s tongue sliding against yours. “Relax, kitten,” he says, laying his palm on your thigh, letting his thumb glide over the smooth skin.

“Let us take care of our cute ‘lil baby mama, yeah songbird?” Hizashi adds, breaking away from the kiss with a lovesick grin.

Tonight is solely about you. Your pleasure, whether they have to tease it from you willingly or not.

Your tears are kissed away, your broken little pleas swallowed under ‘Zashi’s greedy lips as Shouta shuffles down the bed, nudging your thighs further apart so he can lie between them.

The keening cry that leaves you at the first stroke of his tongue against your warm sex is a thing of beauty.

Blood rushes to his cock as you writhe, and he tightens his grip as much as he dares to keep you locked in place as he delves in again. There’s little finesse to the way that Shouta eats your pussy – it’s a simple study of reactions; the way you gasp and shudder when the tip of his tongue circles your clit, the way your pussy clench and quiver around the muscle when he eases it inside of you, massaging your spongy walls.

Never one to be left out, Hizashi decides that there’s a better use of his attention than just your lips. With your arms bound, he’s not able to take your top off entirely so he settles with yanking it down, freeing your breasts.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty. Look atcha!”

Your tits must be tender and aching, because the moment Hizashi’s mouth envelops one of your nipples, sucking at the pert nub, a fresh sob bursts from your lungs and you’re trying desperately to wriggle away.

Hizashi just frowns, breaking away for a second to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear, “Ah shit, sorry babe! I’ll be gentle, promise.”

Shouta’s far too preoccupied by the intoxicating taste of your sweet cunt to notice whether he actually does or not, but he trusts him not to push you too far. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

Your baby bump is cute and all, but Shouta wishes that it wasn’t blocking his view of your face – he wants to watch every little expression as he slides two thick fingers into your dripping cunt and your hips buck up to meet him. It’s a twisted kind of pride he feels, pride fused with filthy, maddening pleasure as he pulls a string of choked moans from you with just a few shallow thrusts of his fingers.

His jaw’s slicked with your juices, your cunt sucking his fingers deeper when he turns his attention back to your poor, neglected clit. He can tell that you’re close, not just from the needy whimpers and the way your muscles are tensing beneath him, but the desperate canting of your hips, rocking up against his face even as you beg for relief.

“Shouta, Shouta, please– oh god, please stop, p-please!”

He longs to wrap a fist around his throbbing cock, desperate to help relieve the burning ache deep in his gut as you cum for the first time on his tongue. Or better yet, maybe have Hizashi wrap that perfect mouth of his around his cock and suck him off–

But now’s not the time for him to be greedy. 

Rough fingertips prod at your walls, searching for that hidden little spot that’s gonna make you go wild–

You almost convulse when he finds it, and Shouta can’t help but smirk against your cunt as you tighten and quiver around his digits. With Hizashi playing with your tits, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, Shouta’s lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive pearl as he suckles on it and long, thick fingers driving you to madness with each and every stroke, it’s too much for your poor, pregnant, oversensitive body to handle.

You cum with a strangled shriek, and Shouta almost moans at the flood of juices that gush from your trembling cunt onto his waiting tongue. 

“How’s she taste, baby?” Hizashi asks, green eyes blown wide, his own erection straining against his leather pants. 

Shouta doesn’t waste a beat, pushing himself up with one arm and grabbing his husband’s wrist with the other, yanking him into a fierce kiss – letting him taste your honeyed juices on his tongue.

Fingers tangle in dark locks, tugging him closer, and ‘Zashi lets out a low, throaty groan. It’s rough and eager, a slow burning frenzy that makes the blood in his veins sing with excitement. With their lips still locked, the blonde hastily yanks at the zipper on his pants, freeing the painfully hard member with a tight hiss. 

But when he finally does break for air, it’s not Shouta that he addresses, but you, lying spent, crying and breathless between them, beautiful in your fucked out state.

“You can’t expect to put on a show like that and not get me all worked up, sweet thing,” he coos, taking his flushed, throbbing cock in hand and giving it a few slow, cursory pumps. “I’m gonna fuck ya so good, baby – have you singin’ like a little birdie for me,” his eyes meet Shouta’s, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “Nothin’ but the best for our cute ‘lil wife. Whaddya say, songbird? Lemme make you feel all nice and special, yeah?”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #15 - The Morning After]

"When Taehyung claims his price after the bet he won. 

Alternatively: Taehyung fucks you from behind as Jungkook watches.”

Pairing: tattooed & pierced!Jungkook x f.Reader x tattooed & pierced!Taehyung

Genre: heavy Smut, sum Fluff too

Warnings: fluffy morning deep talk in the beginning, casual nudity, dom!Taehyung, sub!Jungkook, switch!Reader, threesome, fxm & mxm action, protected sex, oral sex (f.receiving), face riding, sum thigh riding too, lotsa horny fumbling and kissing, self edging, use of a vibrator, sex in doggy style, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), some overstimulation, lotsa finger sucking too omfg, Taehyung has a major crying kink, also he has a thing for hearing Jungkook beg hngng, btw Jungkook is tied to chair and watches them fuck, so cuckolding and bondage kink as well, and as always he is a big masochist, use of a buttplug, use of lube, mxm anal sex and omg they are being rough, idk dude this story did things to me, fluffy aftercare and really cute conversations afterwards

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: This was not supposed to be such a long story, but it happened and I won’t complain sjsjsjs. Also if you guys haven’t figured it out yet, this the continuation of this snippet 🤪💜

Sunlight kisses your features, the smell of sex hangs in the air. You purr, opening your eyes slowly. That's one of your favourite smells, it means that last night was filled with feel good emotions and intimacy. 

Jungkook is sleeping soundly beside you, cheek squished against the pillow and lips parted. He is so pretty. The bruises, which Taehyung left on his neck the previous morning, have darkened over night. So have the marks on his wrists, which the ropes left behind.

You reach out and tug a strand of hair behind his ear. He looks happy, even when he is sleeping. He looks so incredibly happy and you feel the same. Last night was different, but god damn, it left you on a high of endorphins. 

"Good morning", a deep voice startles you slightly. 

"Oh christ", you gasp, looking up and coming face to face with a shirtless Taehyung, "you startled me."

Taehyung grins a lopsided smile, "why?" he chuckles, "didn't expect me here?" 

"Yeah a little. I didn’t hear you come back last night, so I figured you didn't sleep here."

"I didn't. But I felt lonely in my room after waking up, so I decided to join you and watch you guys for a bit." 

You snort. 

"You watched us sleep?" 

"Yeah, I did", he says confidently, nodding his head, "you make really funny faces when you sleep." 

You gasp, "what was the reason for that attack?"

Taehyung smirks lazily, cocking his right eyebrow up.

"Sorry, it's not a bad kind of funny though." 

"That doesn’t make it better", you mumble, pouting. 

Taehyung reaches over Jungkook to pat your cheek softly. His fingers smell like shower gel.

"Mhm, you smell nice. Did you take a shower?" you ask, chasing his hand with your nose. 

"I did yeah. Last night made me all sweaty, so I took a shower this morning." 

"I see", you say, cuddling back into the pillow. You study Jungkook's features. He is still sleeping soundly, not even your talking could wake him. Understandable, last night took a toll on him, no wonder he is exhausted.

"I can't stop thinking about last night", you confess, outlining Jungkook's lips softly.

Taehyung, who had watched the dust dance in the sunlight before, turns his head to you. 

"Yeah? You seemed mesmerised by what we did. You aren’t normally that rough, are you?" 

Your cheeks heat up, you have no idea why. That fact shouldn't embarrass you that much. 

"Not really, no. I feel kinda bad though, I feel like I robbed Kook of something he enjoys." 

"Nah don’t say it like that. He could have said something too if he wanted you to be rough with him, besides", he smirks, "that's what I'm for, I'm always happy to show you guys new kinks of yours."

"Goddamn Tae", you sit up on the bed, "what happened to you? Just a year ago you were a blabbering, shy mess with a far too sensitive cock and now look at you."

Taehyung lets his eyes travel over Jungkook's sleeping form before he looks into your eyes.

"I practiced with the best. Also, I don’t feel scared anymore showing my true self to you guys. Which wasn’t always easy, especially with Kook."

"Yeah, but he's changed so much", you smile fondly, combing your fingers through his hair, "you've changed so much too", you look at Taehyung. 

"Yeah", he scoffs, "thank fuck I did."

"Yeah…" your smile grows, "I never told you before, but I'm really happy that you decided to give Kook a second chance." 

Taehyung sneaks a glance at Jungkook, placing his hand on his arm and rubbing little circles on it. 

"Me too. I like how our situation evolved", he says, smiling fondly. 

"Same", you giggle, "I didn’t think it would escalate like that, but I don’t regret it", you lock eyes with Taehyung, "you make him happy. And you make me happy too." 

Taehyung's face lights up in giddiness, his eyes lowering as a shy grin curls at his lips. 

"You guys make me happy too", he whispers, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. 

You look away, giggling quietly. It is peculiar. You are sharing a bed with a half-dressed Taehyung and a completely naked Jungkook whilst wearing nothing more than your lingerie and it doesn’t feel weird. 

"This just became so sappy", you say. 

"I guess so, yeah", Taehyung agrees with a chuckle. 

"No it was cute", Jungkook's raspy morning voice joins the silence. 

"Kookie?" you look down at him. 

He is rolling onto his back, hissing slightly at the pressure to his ass. 

"Mhhm fuck my ass feels ruined", he groans, closing his eyes and sighing afterwards. 

"I flogged it pretty hard last night. Do you need some ointment?" Taehyung asks, but Jungkook shakes his head. 

"It's not that bad", he mumbles, "I'm so thirsty though."

"Here drink this", Taehyung says, reaching over to the bedside table to get a bottle of water, "I placed it there for you in case you woke up thirsty, but you slept like a stone." 

Jungkook accepts it, gulping it down hungrily. He doesn’t even breathe in between, eyes closed in bliss and throat working tirelessly with swallowing. 

"You were thirsty, goddamn", Taehyung murmurs. 

Jungkook grunts and swallows one last time. He crumbles up the bottle, throwing it on the floor. He will clean it up later.  

"Yeah, I was", he falls back against the headboard, "that water felt nice", he sighs.

You reach out and clean the droplets of water from his chin instinctively. And in return he leans into your touch instinctively. His eyes flit to you, racing over your features worriedly. 

"I heard what you said to Tae. Don’t feel bad sweetheart, I didn’t know either how into pain I actually am." 

"Oh, that…" you lower your eyes, "...I see." 

"Mhm", he pokes your nose softly, "so don’t feel guilty, we can try it out someday." 

Your eyes meet his', a smile washes over your face. 

"Yes, we can." 

"Yay", he singsongs and smirks, turning his head to the front again. He yawns, stretching his arms above his head. 

"Aaaah my muscles are killing me", he whines, arms slacking against him. 

"Awww baby you okay?" you ask, reaching out to massage his arm gently. 

"Mhhm yeah, just overworked my muscles a little", he answers you, letting his head fall against the headboard and closing his eyes. 

"It's cause you wouldn’t stop pulling at the ropes", Taehyung says, taking Jungkook's wrist to sooth the bruises, "if you would have stood still, you wouldn’t be so exhausted today."

"Yeah sure", Jungkook scoffs, "next time I'll tie you to the bed and then torture you for hours. Let's see if you can stand still then."

"I mean, in my defence. You could have begged sooner", Taehyung says. 

They look at each other, both grinning. 

"And lose? Nah not happening", Jungkook says, closing his eyes again. 

"You lost either way", Taehyung says, eyes flitting to you. He smirks lazily, eyes racing over your chest unapologetically. It makes you rub your legs together involuntarily.

"Mhhm true. Totally worth it, I feel like my balls have never been that empty before", Jungkook says and lets his head roll to you. He peels his eyes open slowly and smiles tiredly. 

"Baby gimme kiss", he says, making kissy faces.

You fulfill his wish in an instant, kissing his lips softly. He hums in content, tired fingers dancing up and down your thigh. 

You decide to litter his face with kisses afterwards, eliciting happy sighs from him. 

"Imma fall asleep if you keep doing that", he lulls. 

"Sorry, you’re just so cute in the morning. I can’t resist kissing your stupid face." 

Jungkook grins at you, eyes sparkling. You squish his cheeks, making his lips stick out. 

"My stoopid googie boogie woogie shoogie, you’re so cute I wanna eat you whole", you coo, pressing a big smooch to his lips. 

Jungkook giggles, nose scrunching up.

"You're an idiot", he murmurs, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Giggles leave the both of you and then you cuddle into his chest and squeeze his middle softly. Jungkook however whines. 

"Noo don’t cuddle me, I feel so yucky", he whines and wiggles, "I'm all sweaty and god knows how many bodily fluids are on my skin." 

You snort, raising your head with a chuckle. 

"Babe, you think your sweaty body can disgust me?"

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "I feel yucky though, let me just take a shower real quick." 

"What? Babe you've barely woken up. Come on give yourself some time", you say in a chuckle, watching as Jungkook crawls out of bed rather clumsily. 

"No! I feel disgusting! Listen, I'm a virgo let me have that", he says, already disappearing into the bathroom. 

"He is a virgo?" Taehyung asks, eyebrows cocked up in confusion. 

"Don't ask me. He has this weird astrology phase cause a customer wanted an accurate tattoo of her planet placements."

"Oookay?" 

"Yeah he did some research and now he's obsessed with blaming everything on his star sign", you roll your eyes, "I don't get it either, but at least he started organising every cupboard, dresser and closet in our home. So I ain't gonna complain."

"Is that a virgo thing?" 

"According to him it is." 

Taehyung snorts, shaking his head. 

"Okay then", he chuckles, "I guess he could have weirder obsessions though." 

You chuckle, "yeah I guess I was lucky."

"Yeah", he agrees and then silence rises between the two of you. 

You can hear the water running and Jungkook singing. It's that song he had been listening to obsessively every morning whilst brushing his teeth. Outside someone is mowing the lawn and somewhere far away a dog is barking. You sneak a glance at Taehyung. He is watching the sunlight, clearly noticing your eyes on him as he shifts the moment they are on his face. So you quickly avert your gaze before he could catch you. But too late. He noticed. 

"Do you think it's weird what we're doing?" he asks. 

"What? Uhm…" you sneak a glance at him, "no, not really. Maybe just a little strange cause we never do that."

"Sit next to each other half naked?"

"Yeah that too", you chuckle. 

"So? What else is there?"

You study his features, gnawing on your lower lip. 

"It's just that…." one look at the bathroom, "...we're so comfortable with it. Like with everything. I fuck you, you fuck Kook and Kook fucks me. We're so casual about that."

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"No it doesn’t, it's just so weird when you think back at how you guys almost killed each other cause of me three years ago. And now you're making out and fucking each other."

"Do you want us to stop?"

"What? No, of course not. As long as it's not behind my back, go ahead and go crazy. I think it's great that you're both so casually bisexual." 

He chuckles lazily, smirking slightly. 

"Well I think it's great that you are so casually accepting of your boyfriend's sexuality."

"I would be a bitch if I wasn’t", you say and scoff, "my best friend's gay, Yoongi's bi, Namjoon is demi af and Hoseok is still wilding with whoever is consenting. I would be the biggest bitch to suddenly have a problem with my boyfriend being bi." 

"True that, but also you forgot me, your actual best friend. I'm bi too." 

"Yeah…" you cock your right eyebrow up in distaste, "are you and Jimin still having that childish fight about who is my actual best friend?"

"Yeah", he says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Yeah sorry honey, but you’ll lose. As much as I love you, Jimin's always gonna be my bestest friend." 

"Tzt", he pouts, "you're ice cold." 

"But you're my best friend if that counts", you assure him, nudging his arm. 

"It does not", he murmurs, pulling his arm away. 

"You asked for it", you say with a laugh. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. The water turns off. The dog barks again, louder than before. It must be closer.  

Your eyes land on the chair by the end of your bed. Weird. It wasn’t there last night. 

"What's our dining chair doing here?" 

"Huh?" Taehyung looks at it, "oh that. I put it there of course." 

"Why?" 

He shrugs his shoulders and grins. The door to the bathroom opens before you could get your answer and a wet haired Jungkook steps into the room. With the towel tightly wrapped around his hips he struts to the bed, tattoos looking mouthwatering in the morning sun. 

"You're staring", he says, chuckling. 

"And you're posing", you throw back, watching how he flexes his abs. 

"I'm not, that's just how I stand", he says, tilting your head up with a finger under your chin. He leans down, letting his minty breath fan over your face teasingly. 

"I felt you gulp", he rasps. 

"And what if I did?" 

"I'd have to kiss you then."

"Damn that's a hell of a punishment." 

"Hey", he pouts, "not cool." 

You chuckle, hooking your finger in his towel to pull him closer. It makes him gulp. 

"Don't make me take that kiss from you", you warn, playing with the hem of his towel. 

"Fuck baby", he says and growls playfully, leaning down to finally kiss you. 

You moan, hooking your arms behind his neck and wasting not even a second before you have him pulled on top of you. It is a miracle really that the towel stays on, barely covering his thighs and ass at this point. 

He is so heavy on your body, knee lodged between your thighs and fingers tangled in your hair. 

If he keeps grinding his knee like that, you'll cum just like this. And Jungkook knows that, swallowing your sighs hungrily. 

"You guys done?" 

Oh yeah. Taehyung. You totally forgot about him. 

The kiss breaks. Jungkook turns his head, eyes lowered in annoyance.

"You can gladly leave if you wanna be a party pooper", he spits. 

Taehyung grins mischievously, scooting closer. 

"Nah I'll stay, I still have my price to claim", he says, eyes flitting to you. 

Jungkook looks at you too. 

"Oh yeah…" Jungkook grinds his teeth, "...that." 

"If that's okay with you guys though", Taehyung adds, “if you would rather make-out, I can make breakfast in the meantime.” 

You and Jungkook lock eyes. You normally know what Jungkook is thinking, but at this moment you can’t decipher what his expression means. 

"What do you think, Kookie?"

"What do you think baby? After all, you're the price."

"Okay gross, my vagina literally closed up", you cringe and fake gag. 

Jungkook chuckles, cheeks heating up. 

"Sorry, I didn’t wanna objectify you." 

"Nah, I know you didn’t", you assure him, "I mean, I'd be down for it. Would you be down too?" 

Jungkook looks at your face one last time, averting his gaze to Taehyung afterwards. 

"I wanna watch." 

Taehyung smirks. 

"Of course you do, that's why I prepared this for you", he says, pointing at the chair by the end of the bed. 

So that’s what it's for. 

Jungkook rolls off of you, hands keeping the towel from unravelling.

"Are those ropes?" 

"Yep", Taehyung leans down, grabbing a bundle of Jungkook's hair and pulling gently, "you lost a bet, a little discomfort on your end is part of my price. It's to make sure that you don’t touch yourself", he rasps against the shell of his ear. 

Jungkook writhes on the mattress, the towel around his crotch dents slightly.

"You're a goddamn freaking sadistic dick", Jungkook gasps, bruised chest heaving up and down. 

"Thank you, what a compliment", Taehyung says with a dark smirk. 

"Are you gonna edge me again?" Jungkook asks, voice croaky. 

"Depends on how well you behave", Taehyung says, pulling at Jungkook's hair so his head would tilt back more. It elicits a breathy moan from Jungkook. 

"I'll behave", he chokes out, blown out eyes glued to Taehyung's. 

Taehyung laughs in disbelief, "so no back talk like yesterday?" 

"I've lost, my pride's already broken. Why should I talk back and suffer more?" 

"Maybe because you like to suffer?" Taehyung challenges with a cock of his left eyebrow. 

Jungkook licks over his lips, eyes flitting to Taehyung's tattooed chest. 

"Whatever", he mumbles, shifting on the mattress. 

Taehyung snorts and chuckles, letting go of Jungkook's hair. He looks at you, snorting again when he sees how excited their conversation got you. 

"What?" you ask, panting slightly. 

"You got excited again", Taehyung grins darkly. 

"Yeah well….it's hot", you confess. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue. 

"You're mean", he mumbles. 

"Why? Cause watching you get turned on is so mean?" you chuckle. 

"No", Jungkook sits up, "cause you're just as sadistic as Tae. I am being tortured here."

You scoff and chuckle. 

"We can stop if you don’t want to", Taehyung says.

"No!" Jungkook blurts out in an instant. His cheeks heat up, "urgh whatever."

You and Taehyung exchange an amused look.

“I have one condition however”, you say and reach out to caress Jungkook's cheek, “if we are doing this I want to get wet on Kook's tongue.”

“Daaaamn baby”, Jungkook groans, “fuck this just made my cock twitch.”

Taehyung leans back on the bed, placing his hands behind his head to rest on them. Like this his chest tattoo stretches most deliciously, honeyed skin glowing in the golden light of the rising sun. He lets his half-lidded eyes travel over your form lazily.

“Go ahead then, pretend I'm not even here", he says, settling back and closing his eyes. 

You and Jungkook look at each other. 

"Wanna have you on top again." 

"Of course you do", he smirks cockily and takes back his previous spot, dark eyes racing over your features. 

"Hey there sexy", he rasps.

"Hey there handsome", you retort, outlining his pecs. 

"How you wanna have me?", he asks.

"I don't know", you shrug your shoulders, "are there options?" you coo, dragging your nails over the ridges of his abs.

It elicits goosebumps on his skin, making him press his knee closer so he could grind it against your middle slowly. 

"You want options? Fine." 

Jungkook claims your lips before anything else, nibbling on your lower lip ever so often. It leaves you breathless really, lips tingling once he finally pulls back.

"We have option one. With my face buried in your pussy and your legs thrown over my shoulders. I could finger you so well in this position." 

He begins kissing your neck, lips feeling like heaven on your skin. His knee is grinding against your pussy just that little harder, stealing your breath away.

"Or maybe you want me kneeling on the floor with you spread out on bed"  he rasps against your ear, "I could pull you onto my mouth and fuck your pussy with my tongue. Just imagine how deep my tongue could go." 

Jungkook kisses you again, ravelling in your moans as if they were his sweetest treat. Just as you had wanted to press him closer and lick into his mouth, he pulls back. 

"Or maybe you wanna stand up and tower over me. Just imagine baby", he moves closer, lips tickling your ear and knee pleasuring your core, "me on my knees for you, panting. You could force me onto your pussy by my hair, twist it real nice until it stings and motivates me to go faster."

"Baby…" you sigh, reaching for his hair on instinct.

You can imagine all of this so well. The countless kinky adventures with him make sure that you can picture every second of the scenarios. 

"Or how about you are on all fours and I eat your pussy from behind?" he offers, palming your clothed breast, "I could eat your ass too while I play with your clit with my fingers. I know how much you like that", he rasps, pinching your nipple in demonstration. 

You gasp, back arching off the mattress. 

"Is that a yes?"

"N-no." 

"No?" he sounds surprised but not offended, "well then…." 

He trails off, kissing your neck to pay himself some time. Not that you realise that his kisses are nothing but a distraction. They are breathtakingly good. His hand has disappeared in your bra, soft palm rubbing circles on the flesh. His lips leave little sucks on the spots most sensitive, sending shivers down your body. And his knee. Good lord, his knee. The grinding isn’t much. Just pressure and lots of warmth. But it's enough to make breathing just that little bit more difficult. It feels so goddamn amazing.

"How about you ride my face then?" 

Your stomach clenches. 

"I could pull you closer and you could use my entire face to get off. Mhm? Does that sound fun?" 

"Yeah…" 

"Yeah? Oh baby, that's hot", he says and growls playfully as he drags his teeth up your neck. 

"Kook", you whine, arching into him needily. 

"You want it now?" he teases, pinching your nipple.

"Yes, for fucks sake" 

He chuckles, retreating his hand. 

"Alright then", he says, rolling off of you. 

You and him change places quickly and as you do, you rid yourself of your panties, discarding them somewhere on the floor. You sit down on Jungkook's stomach afterwards, soaking his skin with your excitement. Your nails are scratching over his pecs, adding streaks of red to the purple spots Taehyung left behind. 

Speaking of the latter, he is eyeing you with uttermost interest, big hand having disappeared inside his boxers to give himself lazy strokes. The knowledge that he is touching himself to the image of you and Jungkook spurs you on, it is just the spark of excitement you needed. 

You make your way up Jungkook's body, using his torso to get off. His silken skin is covered in your juices, poor boy definitely took the shower for nothing. His chest is heaving up and down quickly, his tattooed hands massaging your hips deeply. 

"Can you feel how wet you already made me Kook?" you taunt, grinding your clit up and down his sternum. Electricity courses through your veins, his body is your favourite feeling. 

"Yeah, you're so wet, baby that's so hot", he answers you, craning his neck to watch what you are doing. 

"Wanna taste it?" 

"Yeah", he croaks, licking his lips. 

You move closer, raising your hips to hover above him. As if on instinct, Jungkook opens his mouth and lifts his head up. His tongue sticks out, awaiting your taste eagerly. You however want your fun, forcing him back into the pillow with a firm hand on his forehead. It elicits a deep groan from him. 

"Not so fast. Where are your manners?" 

Jungkook licks over his lips and swallows heavily. His fingers are digging into your ass desperately. 

"Can I please have your pussy?" he asks with big puppy eyes.

"Mhhhm, I don’t know", you move a little closer "can you?"

Jungkook oggles your pussy, inhaling shakily. Your scent is making his head droopy in need.

"Please, allow me to taste you...Mistress", he rasps shakily. 

You smirk, smoothing your hand over his cheek. 

"I can't say no to such a polite question can I? Yes you may." 

You barely managed to finish your sentence and Jungkook is already raising his head eagerly, burying his face in your pussy. He presses you down with a firm grip on your thighs, eyes closed and chest vibrating in hungry moans. It is like he wants to be smothered by you, sucking your clit into his mouth and burying his nose in your trimmed pubes. 

"Fuck", you force out, wobbling from the force he used. You find support on the bedroom wall, leaving damp hand imprints behind. 

There is just something about Jungkook using his strength for your pleasure that sends a special kind of fire through your body. The earlier fatigue, his muscles felt, is like washed away, he is having an iron lock around your thighs, dragging his nails over the inside of them. The sensation of his touch makes you so sensitive, every flick of his tongue forces a deep moan out of you.

He growls then, finally releasing your clit to lick over your pussy messily. It is slobby, it is wet and it is noisy. Jungkook does not care where his tongue meets your core and exactly that inattentiveness in precision makes your toes curl. He leaves not even an inch of your pussy unlicked, mixing his spit with your juices and swallowing them right up only to start the procedure over and over again. 

"Fucking hell Jungkook", you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your mouth fall open. 

Jungkook moans in answer, tightening his arms around you. He spreads his fingers on your thighs and squeezes hard, making your hips flinch in reaction. It tickled, forcing a gasped moan out of you. 

With the newfound leverage, Jungkook lifts your hips for just a moment to breathe, using the opportunity to drink in the view of you.

"You're so fucking delicious", his voice is hoarse, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive pussy.

Then you are on his face again, soiling his nose and chin with your arousal. Jungkook groans, you moan. His tongue is wiggling into your hole in search of more of your taste. The bridge of his nose rubs against your clit with every movement. 

"Jungkook...baby", you moan breathlessly, head falling to the front. Your neck ached like crazy in the previous position, but keeping it straightened was impossible, so you decided to let it tangle to the front instead. Your skin feels heated, your eyelids are as heavy as two boulders as you try to open them. When you finally manage to, Jungkook is staring up at you, eyefucking you so intensely that your stomach clenches. His brows are knitted, his pupils blown out and his long hair is sticking to his damp forehead. 

"You're so goddamn good", you wheeze, deepening the eye contact as you drag your shaking finger through his hair. 

His deep growl vibrates against your pussy in answer, his tongue begins its messy licks up and down your folds. He makes sure to treat your clit to especially precise and fast flicks, panting for air every time he does. 

It is a tragedy really, how close to your climax he brought you. You don’t want him to stop, but at the same time you don’t want to orgasm on his tongue to make sure that Taehyung's cock feels especially good. Being fucked feels just that much better when you've been edged.

And so you lift your hips the slightest bit, biting down on your lower lip in frustration. The sensations are still breathtaking, but fuck you want more. Jungkook makes sure that you will. He whines, using his strength to press you back down again. 

"C-careful", you gasp, flinching with your entire body, "fuck Kook…." you twist his hair, "...don't wanna cum." 

Jungkook sticks his tongue out and begins to move your hips back and forth on it. It feels different from his previous fast flicks and desperate sucks, giving you the exact change you needed.  

"That's it", you sigh, letting your eyes fall closed again, "that feels so nice." 

Jungkook lets you take over with the grinds, feeling up your legs and ass in the meantime. He loves how hot your skin feels under his palms and how ever so often, he can feel your muscles tense in pleasure. 

And you love how he touches you. How he drags his fingers over your skin and how he kneads your flesh eagerly. How he glides his palms over your curves and how his tongue is so perfectly hot and wet on your clit.  

"I fucking love this", you moan, basking in the wamrth you are currently floating on. It spreads from your core all the way to the rest of your body. More and more. With every grind. More and more. With every one of his touches. More and more. With every second. More and more until even those slow grinds and little pressure become too much for your clit. 

"Fuck", you pull back, catching your breath and knitting your brows. 

"What is it?" Jungkook asks, watching you rest your head against the wall in exhaustion. 

"Don't wanna cum", you choke out, curling your toes. The warmth is so extreme, threatening to die out if you don’t lower yourself down again. But that is exactly what you want. Edging. As much as you are suffering right now, you want the sensitivity that follows. 

"Are you close?" 

"Yeah, almost came", you take a deep breath. Just his hot breath was enough to make your pussy clench, "fucking hell Kook, you fucker made me sensitive." 

Jungkook chuckles, caressing your thighs. 

"You wanted to get wet on my tongue, not my fault that you like my mouth so much", he says cockily. 

You snort, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. His face is glistening in your juices, a smirk is tugging at the right corner of his swollen lips.

"Touché", you exhale and roll off of him slowly. 

Your back meets the mattress, body rolling against Taehyung's. His skin is so hot. You peel your eyes open and gaze up at him. He looks so big in this position with his dark hair hanging into his handsome face and his hand still hidden in his boxers. 

"Hi", you greet him. 

"Hey there", he rasps, voice husky. 

"You liked the show?" 

"Yeah, you guys are so hot", he answers, pulling his hand free. His fingers are glistening in his precum. He had wanted to wipe them on his boxers but you stop him, pulling his hand to your lips. You lick his fingers hungrily, keeping the eye contact up. 

"Shit ___", Taehyung croaks. 

Moaning, you open your lips and let his long fingers disappear inside your mouth. You close your lips and begin sucking eagerly, wanting even the last droplet of his excitement to coat your tongue. 

"That's so hot, woah" he gasps, pupils dilating. 

You take them deeper, earning a low moan from him. Taehyung curls his fingers and presses down on your tongue. You gag, pulling him away with a giggle. 

Taehyung smirks darkly, eyes glued to your lips. 

"Oops", he rasps. 

"You dick did that on purpose", you giggle, holding onto his wet fingers. 

"Maybe I did yeah", Taehyung says, dragging said fingers over your lips, "you're so cute when you gag around me", he drags them up your cheek, caressing the skin right under your eyes, "and when your eyes fill with tears because of me", he adds in a husky whisper. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, your lips part in a silent moan. His gaze is hypnotising, pulling you in and letting you know that this is exactly what he had planned for you today. Tears of pleasure. 

"I'm going to treat you so well today ___", he rasps, making you sit up with a gentle tug to the back of your neck. You stumble and find support on his thigh, squeezing his muscle.

"Do you want me to treat you well today?" he asks, minty breath fanning over your lips. 

You can’t stop staring at his mouth, swallowing dryly. You want to kiss him so badly.

"Yes, treat me well", you whisper, drawing closer. 

He twists his fingers in your hair at the back of your head and pulls you closer. His lips are barely ghosting over yours, making you shiver. His tongue darts out, outlining your lips softly. You moan, dragging your nails up his chest. 

"First", Taehyung pulls back, ignoring the whine you let out, "I need to make sure that Kook doesn’t act up."

"Me?" Jungkook asks, pulling his hand away from his cock quickly, "I wasn’t." 

"Of course you weren’t. Go on, get up." 

Jungkook sits up and rolls out of bed, letting the towel fall to the floor. He won't be needing it anymore. And then he waits, staring at you and Taehyung. 

Taehyung turns his attention to you, hovering over you and dragging his hand up your inner thigh.

"I'll tie Jungkook to the chair real quick. Want to touch yourself in the meantime?" he asks softly, placing his hot palm over your sensitive core. The warmth of it makes you mewl. 

"Yes I want to", you whisper. 

He smirks and gives your clit one lazy roll of his pointer finger. It makes you chase him in an instant.

"There is a vibrator on the nightstand if you want some extra fun", he rasps and then he already pulls away and stands up.

You had almost grabbed for him in desperation, if he wasn’t that quick, you probably had. 

So you reach for the vibrator instead, slathering it in lube and turning it on. Jungkook stares at you in an instant, watching you hungrily. Taehyung barely reacts, smirking triumphantly as his eyes are glued to Jungkook. 

"Come here Kook", he orders, tapping the backrest of the dining chair. 

Jungkook keeps staring at you, swallowing repeatedly. His attention makes the subtle vibrations just that much stronger. You moan and arch your back, parting your legs. Jungkook groans, knees buckling at the view. 

"Jungkook!" Taehyung says loudly.

He flinches and looks at Taehyung with big eyes. 

"Y-yeah?" 

"Be a good boy and come here, will you?" 

"Yeah, sorry, yeah", he stutters, shuffling over to the chair quickly. 

For only a second they are facing each other before Taehyung places his hands on Jungkook's shoulders and forces him to fall down on the chair. He does so with a low groan, hard cock slapping against his stomach and chest heaving up in a deep gasp. 

Fuck. You need to lower your pressure. That view is way too much, you'll cum otherwise. 

"Put your arms to the back", Taehyung tells Jungkook, massaging his shoulders. 

Jungkook follows in an instant, dark eyes glued to your pussy, which you so perfectly present to them. 

Taehyung squats down, dragging his hands down Jungkook's arms so good it makes him shiver. 

"I will tie your wrist together now, okay?" 

"Yes, okay", Jungkook says and nods his head. 

"And remember if you want to-" 

"-stop, I'll say red or snap my fingers three times", Jungkook finishes his sentence, "I know hyung, don’t worry I'm fine."

"Good, just making sure."

And so Taehyung begins with the knot he had planned for today, working in silence. He makes sure to take extra long, so you and Jungkook were equally parts riled up. Your legs are shaking like crazy at this point, just one little touch of the vibrator sends you to the edge and you have to pull back again. And Jungkook is panting desperately, watching your glistening pussy pulsate in desperation. 

"How long you taking hyung? Fuck she is so sensitive already", he chokes out, gasping a second later when you once again need to pull away before you could orgasm. 

Taehyung stands up slowly, dragging his nails up Jungkook's chest. His dark eyes are glued to your core, his lips are pressed to Jungkook's ear. 

"Do you want to feel it?"

"Yes." 

"Why?" 

You pull back again, whining desperately. 

"Look how sensitive she is" Jungkook whispers, "fuck her pussy always feels so good when she is sensitive. I wanna feel that."

They watch how you are clenching around nothing. Taehyung plays with Jungkook's nipples lazily as they do, his own cock straining against his boxers.

"Mhm she is breathtaking isn’t she?" he rasps. 

"Yes", Jungkook moans, "so fuck her. Now. Make her pussy look even better."

"Jungkook", you whine, writhing on the mattress. 

Taehyung straightens up with a chuckle and gives Jungkook a little pat on the head. 

"If I knew how into your punishment you would be, I would have picked another one." 

Jungkook sends Taehyung an icy glare as the latter makes his way back to the bed. He undresses and opens the nightstand to fetch a condom.

"Don't get me wrong, I would rather be the one fucking her", Jungkook mumbles. 

Taehyung chuckles, "sadly you can’t", he says, rolling the condom on his cock. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue and looks away, jaw clenched in jealousy. Oh how he wants to be the one to shape your pussy. But he lost a bet and as much of a sore loser he is, he needs to bear the consequences. So he watches with a little pout on his lips and his cock aching to be touched how you get on all fours, abandoning the vibrator on the mattress to grab the sheets instead.

Taehyung settles behind you, dancing his palms up and down your back first. 

"Do you want this?" he asks you. 

"Yes, I want this", you answer him, wiggling your hips. 

"You know that the same goes for you. If you want to stop-" 

"-I'll say red or hit the mattress three times."

"Good girl", Taehyung praises, placing his big hands on your ass. He rests his heavy cock on your lower back, rubbing it over your skin back and forth. You moan and arch your back. You can feel his piercing like this, it's taunting you.

"Taehyung don’t tease…"

"Fuck ___ look how far up your body my cock goes", he growls, showing you the spot with his fingers, "that's how far it goes. Can you feel it?" 

"Yeah…" 

"One day you need to let me fuck your ass. Jungkook tells me that you have such a tight, little asshole. I bet my cock would stretch it out so perfectly", he says, slapping his big cock against your ass playfully.

You could have figured that Jungkook talks about your sex life with Taehyung, but you never could have figured just how detailed he talks about it. Taehyung knows about the anal sex you and Kook have? Fuck. 

"Yes, do it", you say, wiggling your butt for him. 

"Mhm…." Taehyung hums and parts your ass, letting his eyes linger on your rim for a moment before they flit to your glistening core.

"One day I will. Today I want to have the prettiest pussy in the world all to myself", he rasps. 

He drags his cock down your ass and to your core, sending a shiver through your body. Just the faintest of touches with his cock makes your pussy weep. 

With slow grinds, he drags his cock through your folds back and forth. You need to grind your teeth, twisting the sheets. Every touch could be the one sending you over the edge. You’re too sensitive, it's too good. 

"Fuck me!" you blurt out, "please Taehyung I'm so sensitive I just wanna be fucked." 

Jungkook writhes on the chair, "do it hyung. Don’t make her wait." 

"You two are so impatient", Taehyung observes and clicks his tongue, "beg me." 

"Please Taehyung fill me up", you whine, almost sobbing. He stopped grinding his cock against you and your pussy is close to bursting. 

"That's not good enough." 

"Oh my god Tae please!" you moan, arching your back as good as you, "I am begging you, fucking stick your dick into me!" 

Taehyung snorts. Jungkook is fidgeting as if he is sitting on needles. He would have already given in.

"Look at Jungkook", Taehyung orders you. 

Wheezing in desperation, you raise your head and lock eyes with Jungkook. You both swallow at the eye contact, writhing in your assigned positions. You, on all fours with Taehyung behind you and Jungkook tied to a chair with his swollen cock leaking excitement. 

Taehyung circles his cockhead over your entrance, one hand resting on your lower back.

"You ready?" he teases. 

"So ready", you say, eyes glued to Jungkook's. 

"I want you to look at him when I stretch you open."

You nod your head, holding your breath. 

"Good girl", he rasps and then he finally puts pressure on your hole. 

You moan, twisting the sheets in an instant.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck", you pant. Keeping your eyes locked on Jungkook is harder than you thought it would be. Your pussy is so sensitive that every inch of Taehyung's big dick sends bolts of electricity through your core.

He doesn’t even need to put lots of pressure, your cunt is swallowing him right up, stealing his breath away. 

"Goddamn ___, your pussy is divine", he moans, watching the last two inches of his cock disappear inside of you. 

You are panting like crazy, eyes half-lidded and focused on Jungkook's heated cheeks. 

"How are you doing?" Taehyung asks you, keeping still inside of you. 

"You, you could make me cum if you k-keep just like that", you moan, clenching your pussy around him. Your g-spot is so swollen that simply having his cock put pressure on it with the piercing, is enough to make your body tingle. 

"Fuck Kook she is right. Her g-spot is so swollen. I can feel how it presses against the piercing." 

Jungkook whines and furrows his brows desperately. 

"You're right. Her pussy feels fucking amazing when she is sensitive." 

"Don't tell me that", Jungkook whines, cock twitching painfully. 

Taehyung gives you no warning and then he begins moving, slamming into you deeply. You scream up, head snapping back and mouth falling up. 

Taehyung's thrusts aren’t even fast. Just deep and hard, each of them shaking your entire body. And it forces sounds out of you, one could have believed you were getting tortured. 

"You're fucking perfect. Do you know that?" he grunts, "fuck your pussy is so hot and wet, I’m going insane." 

He reaches to the front then, hot chest resting against your back and lips glued to your neck. 

"Lick my fingers. Go on make them wet for you", he orders, dragging his fingers over your lips.

His hips have significantly slowed down, long cock pressing against the deepest spots inside of you. You want to burst, it’s so good and yet not enough. And you know that this is exactly what he wants. To rile you up.

And so with a desperate moan you wrap your lips around his fingers and suck them desperately. Taehyung growls and kisses your neck as a reward, dragging his nose up to your ear. 

"You're such a good girl. I bet Kook's burning to get his fingers sucked as well", he rasps, making your glassy eyes snap up to stare at a gulping Jungkook.

"Or maybe he wants his cock sucked instead." 

Jungkook looks at Taehyung upon hearing the words, cock leaking new precum. 

"Really?" he croaks out, raising his hips as best as possible. 

"You really want it?" Taehyung taunts, "watch how our perfect girl is sucking my fingers and tell me that you want them to be your cock instead." 

Jungkook looks at your lips. You are gagging around Taehyung's digits as he had curled them just this moment, spit dripping down your face. 

"I want them to be my cock instead", Jungkook moans. 

"Interesting", Taehyung says and pulls his fingers free, straightening up again.

Jungkook looks between him and your lips. 

"And? I did what you told me to do. Do I get it?" he stresses. 

"I never said that you would get it. I just wanted to know", Taehyung answers him and smirks. 

"You fucking-" Jungkook stops himself before he could call Taehyung an egoistic ass, grinding his teeth instead.

But Taehyung understands and it makes him smirk. 

"Don't worry Kook, you'll get your reward soon", he promises him, "first I need to make our girl scream", he adds, connecting his slickened up fingers with your clit. 

"Fuck! Tae!" you yelp, forgetting everything around you except his fingers on your clit and his cock against your g-spot. 

You are shaking and convulsing, screaming his name with every thrust. 

"You like that? You’re clenching like crazy", Taehyung asks, painting figures of eight with his hips. 

"Cumming. Soon", you choke out, brain turning to mush. It's been too long. Your pussy is too sensitive. You have held back for too long and now you want your reward. 

"Do it, don’t hold back", Taehyung encourages you. 

"Taetaetaeohtae", your words become one and then. Silence. One deep breath. Your lungs stop working. Pressure. One thrust. 

Nirvana. 

You are moaning his name, arms giving up on you and stomach convulsing repeatedly. Taehyung is holding you close the entire time, keeping his hips pressed to your ass and giving you the tiniest of movements while his fingers continue rubbing your pulsating clit. 

Your high dies down slowly. You are panting, eyes squeezed shut and lungs working restlessly. And as you are recovering, Taehyung keeps his hips still, soothing your back softly. 

"Is it my turn now?" Jungkook pants. 

"No", Taehyung says in an instant, "I'm not finished with her", he says and reaches for the vibrator to turn it on to the second level. 

He presses it to your clit, making you scream up in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

"Taehyung fuck, Taehyung oh god. Fuck Taehyung", you sob, pussy squeezing around him as your body convulses in overstimulation. 

"Yes, cry for me", Taehyung growls, hips beginning their ruthless pace, "let me know how good I fuck you." 

You didn’t know just how much you needed a second orgasm. You thought your first one was enough. The big crescendo after too much self edging. You were wrong. Now that Taehyung is drilling his big cock into you and presses the vibrator to your clit tightly, you are made painfully aware of how much you need him to continue. 

"Don't stop!" you screech, voice muffled by the mattress. 

Taehyung hasn’t planned on stopping. Not in the near future. Not until he has you where he wants you. Squirting around his cock with tears streaming down your face and your voice strained from your screams. That is how he had wanted you for so long now, never finding enough courage to bring it up. Now that he has Jungkook tied to a chair and you so perfectly on all fours for him, he has become greedy. But judging by the moans you offer him and Jungkook's desperate wiggling, being greedy doesn’t sound as egoistic as he feared it would. 

"Taehyung, oh god Taehyung", you sob, soiling the sheets with your arousal, "feels so good." 

"Yeah? Am I fucking you good?" Taehyung taunts, slamming his cock into you harshly. He presses his pierced cock right against your g-spot and writes his name with it. It makes you sob, entire body quaking under his fingers. 

He pulls out again, slamming back inside a second later to write your name instead. You convulse, back arching desperately and fingers twisting the sheets 

"Answer me", he barks, pulling out again all the way to his tip. 

"What?" you gasp, "back, back. I need you back inside", you beg, propping yourself up on your elbows to wiggle your ass. 

Taehyung continues fucking his tip in and out of you, giving only your entrance stimulation. The vibrator on your clit is still tightly pressed to it, it makes the ring of muscles of your entrance clench so perfectly nice around his sensitive cockhead. 

"Am I fucking you good ___?" Taehyung stresses in a growl. 

"Yes! Oh Tae you are fucking me so good", you moan,"please give me your cock, please."

"You perfect woman", he moans, drilling his cock back inside. 

You thank him with a desperate clench and string of moaned curses. Taehyung writes his name with his dick one last time and then he begins fucking you hard. 

Yelping his name, you accept his thrusts with your elbows once again threatening to give up on you. 

"Don't stop, don’t stop. Please don’t stop", you beg, cheeks wet in your tears. 

Taehyung doesn’t. He continues fucking into you so quickly that he is working up a good sweat, cock aching to release. But he is greedy, not only for this moment but also for getting you over the edge a second time. And so he turns up the vibrations of the toy and angles his hips better. 

You let out a mixture of a growl and a moan, head falling back. He is rearranging your insides and scrambling your brains all at the same time. And you are loving every second of it. 

"More! Give it to me harder!" 

"Fuck ___", Taehyung spits, voice hoarse and deep. 

He presses the vibrator closer and buries his cock inside of you until he doesn’t have anything to offer anymore. He circles his hips, cock still buried deep inside of you, and rubs little circles on your clit. 

Your voice pitches, your eyes open just so you could go cross-eyed. 

"Tae", you squeak, forgetting to breathe afterwards. What is happening? This is far too intense to be normal pleasure. Are you dying? 

"Now I have you where I wanted you", Taehyung growls, changing not even the smallest of things of what he is doing right now. 

You are gasping and crying, every muscle in your body tensing. Oh god your stomach is cramping so hard, you fear that you have started your period. But you know better. This isn’t your period, this is your second orgasm building up. 

"Don't….stop…."

The vibrator purrs in your ears loudly, the chair creaks from Jungkook writhing around. Taehyung squeezes your hips, eyes glued to your middle. He had missed this type of clench so much. 

"Ah, ah, oh yes. Ah, oh god. Tae", you squeak, body shaking uncontrollably. 

Now. 

"Let go ___", Taehyung orders and then you are breaking, screaming like you had never screamed before as your body quakes in your high.

At first it feels like your normal, amazing orgasm. Hot and like electricity in your veins. But then you feel an almost painful burn deep in your core and valhalla has finally opened its doors for you. You are shaking in his touch, pussy squeezing him out and at the same time sucking him deeper as you are squirting everywhere. Your bed is completely ruined, his lower body is soaked, you can hear it running out of you. 

You have no idea if Taehyung had planned on torturing you afterwards, but you make the decision for him as you practically collapse with the soiled mattress, making his cock slip out of you in the process. 

"Holy fuck", you choke out, tears streaming down your face and lungs aching. 

Taehyung turns the vibrator off and places it on the mattress. He leans down to kiss your spine, you barely feel it. 

"How are you doing?" he asks, caressing the back of your head. He leans down so he can drag his nose over your wet cheek. It tickles and makes you grin tiredly.  

"I'm dead, wow." 

Taehyung chuckles and pecks your lips. You let him, moving not an inch. Not that you don’t want to, but your body is legitimately unable to. He pecks you a second time, letting his lips linger a little longer.

"You taste like your tears", he rasps, "you cried for me, that's so hot." 

"Tae listen I love you, but I don’t think I can go again. You fucked me into a coma", you murmur. 

"Mhm yeah I know", he kisses you a third time, "thankfully I still have Kook. Right Jungkook?" 

"Really? Oh god watching you fuck her was torture, my cock hurts so bad. Can I finally have something too?" Jungkook's voice is distorted in your rushing ears. 

"Well, what do you want?" Taehyung answers him, his hands are caressing your sweaty back, you can barely feel them. All your senses are numb, your head is dizzy. But you know that they are talking and so you try to listen to the conversation as best as possible. 

"An orgasm. I wanna cum." 

"And why would I grant you this wish?" 

"Cause I asked you nicely", Jungkook is feisty today because he knows that today he doesn’t have a bet to win. And also maybe because he really, really needs his release.

Taehyung doesn’t have it however, amused laugh rumbling in his chest. 

"Careful Kook. Your ass is already so sore, I would hate to bruise it even more."

"You wouldn’t dare." 

"I would Jungkook, I would." 

The mattress dents beside you and soon Taehyung's hands leave you. You know that he just got off the bed. So you shimmy on the mattress until you are in a comfortable position to watch what they are doing. You still stay on your stomach, you couldn’t possibly move any more.

Taehyung is currently towering over Jungkook, eyes as dark as the latters. 

"Then do it. Hurt me", Jungkook taunts, writhing on the chair. 

"Oh sweet Kook…" Taehyung trails off, grasping the base of Jungkook's terribly swollen cock. 

Jungkook gasps inaudibly, arms flexing for only a second. He is so sensitive, not having expected the touch. 

Taehyung starts jerking him off slowly, making Jungkook's thighs twitch every so often. 

"We don't want to overdo the punishments, do we? Your little ass still needs some time to recover." 

"I don't need to recover, I just want you to hurt me." 

Fucking hell, you think, Jungkook is really liking that whole pain thing. You need to take good use of that knowledge later. 

"Not today, give your body a break."

"Hyung you-" 

A quick slap to his cheek is silencing Jungkook in an instant, eyes big as he stares at Taehyung. 

"I said not today." 

"F-fuck hyung. That's so hot. Slap me again", it is like Jungkook hasn’t even listened to what Taehyung was saying. 

"Did you even hear what I told you?" 

Jungkook swallows. His cock twitches in Taehyung's hand. 

"One more time, please make it hurt", he whispers. 

Taehyung sighs and raises his hand. Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head for Taehyung to hit him better. 

Slap.

Jungkook moans, cock squirting precum. Taehyung's hand left a red imprint on his handsome face. Jungkook is panting like crazy, tilting his head again to silently beg Taehyung for another slap.

"That's all you are getting today", Taehyung says however and crawls on top of Jungkook. He sits down on his lap, giving you a good view of his perky butt. The combination of his bubble butt and Jungkook's muscular thighs is making your stomach clench. Your body may be far too tired to fuck again, but man you are getting one hell of a show for your future jerk off sessions. Especially when Taehyung begins rolling his hips back and forth slowly, moaning quietly with each movement. 

"You're so hot hyung", Jungkook gasps, flexing his thighs on instinct, "touch my cock. I can make you cum, I promise, just...wanna be touched too." 

"You are so impatient, good god" Taehyung grunts, stopping his movements. 

"Why’d you stop? Hyung, come on. You, you love riding my thigh." 

There it is again, Jungkook's insatiable obsession with people riding his thigh. Taehyung stopping must be the biggest punishment for Jungkook, at least that would explain the desperate tugging he is doing. 

"I do, but I have something else planned." 

"What? Oh god what?" Jungkook asks in a pant.

Taehyung opens a condom to roll it on Jungkook's dick.

"Why are you putting a condom on?" Jungkook asks, twisting the ropes with every jerk Taehyung gives him. 

"Cause I want my orgasm too and what better way for both of us to have fun than me riding your cock?" Taehyung answers him, discarding his own condom. 

"What?" Jungkook's eyes are just as big as yours are. 

What he doesn’t see is Taehyung reaching behind and raising his hips just enough to reveal the black silicone buttplug. He was wearing a plug the entire time and still fucked you like this? Holy shit, this is some high quality spank bank material. 

Taehyung pulls it out quickly, letting the warmed up lube trickle down Jungkook's cock. 

"Fuck hyung, oh my god that's so much lube", Jungkook groans, "fuck it's so hot too. Oh god I just wanna fu-fuck you." 

The plug lands somewhere on the floor and a second later Taehyung has his fingers wrapped around Jungkook's length to spread the lube.

Jungkook is moaning, blown out eyes glued to Taehyung's lips. 

"I wanna have you. Wanna have you so bad", he croaks. 

Taehyung hovers his hole over Jungkook's cockhead. 

"Say it again, just like last night", Taehyung stresses, making Jungkook slip inside only a little before he pulls away again. 

"What?" Jungkook gasps, eyes opening and closing. He feels so dizzy, he just wants to be buried inside of Taehyung.

"Beg me Kook, go on. Do it", Taehyung taunts, rubbing his rim over Jungkook's cockhead.

Jungkook inhales shakily, desperate eyes locking with Taehyung's.

"Please", he breathes, making Taehyung purr in content. 

"I will never get tired of you begging for me", he gushes, "I wanna fucking ruin you…" he adds, dragging his fingers over Jungkook's lips. 

"Hyung", Jungkook whispers, tilting his head up and looking at Taehyung with such submission it makes even your stomach tingle.

"Say it one last time", Taehyung whispers, forcing Jungkook to open his mouth so he could drag his thumb over his tongue. 

"Gplwease", Jungkook's beg is gagged by Taehyung's thumb. 

"Shit Kook…" Taehyung pulls his finger free, dragging it over the latter's cheek and soiling his skin in the process, "I could do this for hours, if I didn’t want your cock so badly I probably would", he rasps and finally wraps his fingers around Jungkook's cock. 

Jungkook gasps and tenses, eyes flitting down to where their bodies are so close to connecting. 

Taehyung gives him one last teasing roll and then he finally sinks down on Jungkook's length, swallowing him up with little struggle. Jungkook moans, leaning closer to chase Taehyung's lips. And because Taehyung feels himself get lost in the pleasure, he gives in easily, kissing Jungkook deeply as hungry moans vibrate in his chest and his fingers twist in Jungkook's hair tightly.

You just know that Taehyung is desperate. On normal days he would take his time, give Jungkook slow grinds to rile him up. Today he doesn’t. Bouncing up and down on his length quickly, swallowing every whimper Jungkook has to offer and in return moaning sinfully. His bubble butt is wiggling deliciously each time it connects with Jungkook's thick thighs. His dark, fluffy hair bounces up and down with every movement, toned muscles in his back tensing oh so perfectly.

The kiss breaks, their heavy pants and desperate moans ring in the room.

"Holy fuck, your ass is amazing Tae", Jungkook grunts, arms straining against the ropes. 

"Yeah? Is it nice and tight?" Taehyung asks, twisting Jungkook's hair. 

"So nice and tight, so wet too", he gasps shakily, throwing his head back, "and so warm." 

Taehyung growls, leaning to the front to kiss Jungkook's exposed neck. In this position his cock is rubbing against Jungkook's toned stomach with every bounce. Taehyung fears that he might not hold out for long anymore. 

"Your cock's incredible Kook, I’m so fucking close because of you", he pants, lips pressed to the shell of Jungkook's ear. 

"Wanna cum on my cock?" 

"Yes, wanna soil your stomach with my babies too." 

Their eyes meet, bodies quaking at the newfound intimacy. 

"Then do it hyung, go on, you won a bet. Use my body to get off", Jungkook challenges. 

"Yeah? Want to help me with it?" Taehyung taunts, twisting Jungkook's nipple piercings.

Jungkook growls and spreads his legs for better balance. Then he thrusts his hips up, drilling his cock up Taehyung's ass so good, the latter throws his head back and moans Jungkook's name loudly.

The chair croaks and creaks, wobbling for only a second. Taehyung is blissed out, head tilted back so far you can see his squeezed shut eyes and his rosy nose.  

"Holy fuck, oh god holy fuck", he yelps, arching his torso closer to Jungkook's. 

"Like that? Mhm? Is that what you wanted me to do?" Jungkook spits, fucking his cockhead against Taehyung's sensitive prostate repeatedly, "fuck you like an animal until you are screaming? Is that what you wanted from me?" 

"Fuck yes! Exactly!" Taehyung moans, reaching between their bodies to get a hold of his leaking cock. He jerks himself off quickly, bouncing on Jungkook's length and meeting his thrusts in the middle. 

"Yes, god keep touching yourself, fuck you're clenching so nicely for me when you do", Jungkook growls, dark eyes glued to Taehyung's busy hand. 

You know that Jungkook is struggling with holding back. His arms are fighting against the ropes like crazy and you can only imagine how sore his cock must be from all those hours of edging last night. Also he is basically whimpering with every thrust, brows furrowed in concentration. 

Taehyung doesn’t let him suffer for too long, body tensing up and moans pitching. 

"Now, now, oh Kook….Now!" he yelps, tight knot in his stomach finally bursting. He is shaking, digging his nails into Jungkook's shoulders and grinding his hips down messily. His cum shoots up Jungkook's body, covering his torso and parts of his face. Jungkook takes it with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezed shut. Perhaps he is also taking Taehyung's orgasm in such a way, because he was in fact also riding on his high, filling up the condom with his creamy seed and feeling every nerve ending in his body tingle in pleasure. 

Taehyung comes down faster, head falling against Jungkook's shoulder and hips grinding on him slowly to help both of them ride out their highs.

"That was so good", Jungkook murmurs, head falling back against the edge of the backrest.

"Agreed. Fuck now I understand what ___ meant. I'm dead", Taehyung says and chuckles tiredly. 

"Yeah me too", Jungkook agrees, "no joke, watching you fuck her so roughly was so hot." 

"Mhm, doing the fucking was even hotter." 

"Yeah", Jungkook chuckles, "I can imagine. Also what was that about wanting to fuck her ass?" 

"Too far?" 

They look at each other. Jungkook smiles and shakes his head. 

"No if she wants to, then I won’t stop you guys." 

"Thanks, that's cool of you", Taehyung says and kisses Jungkook softly.

The latter sighs, wanting to wrap his arms around Taehyung but ending up unable to. 

"My arms hyung", he mumbles into the kiss. 

"Sorry, almost forgot." 

Once Jungkook is freed of the ropes and both of them cleaned up a little, they make themselves comfortable in bed with you. Taehyung claims the spot behind you, pulling you against his body with a strong arm around your middle. Jungkook lays down to face you, holding your hand.

"The mattress is ruined", he says in a giggle. 

"Urgh, I know we should have put down a towel", you say. 

"I don't think a towel would have helped", Taehyung says. 

"Touché", you giggle, cuddling into him. 

Jungkook scoots closer and drapes his arm around your body, resting his hand on Taehyung's side. 

"The shower you took was for nothing", you say. 

"I know", Jungkook pouts, "you guys wanna take a bath later?" 

"You wanna share a bath with two other people? How is that supposed to work?" you ask and laugh.

Jungkook smiles tiredly and shrugs his shoulders. 

"We'll make it work somehow. Or maybe we could go down to the lake to skinny dip. And there is always our garden hose too." 

You and him giggle, kissing each other every so often.

"Snuggles." 

You and Jungkook look at Taehyung as good as possible. 

"What was that Tae?" you ask. 

"Snuggles or babybear or maybe cutie", he says, eyes flitting between your face and Jungkook's. 

"We don't understand", Jungkook says.

"That's how you could call me from now on."

He stares at you with his breath held, heart racing in his chest. 

You and Jungkook exchange a look. You are pretty sure that he is thinking the same thing. 

"What's so wrong with Tae or Taetae? Or hyung?", Jungkook says, making Taehyung lower his eyes. 

"Nothing...sorry", he whispers sadly.

"But you're right, those are far cuter nicknames." 

Taehyung looks up, holding his breath. 

"I call dibs on babybear", Jungkook says. 

"Hey! I wanted that one", you whine, pinching Jungkook's cheek. 

Jungkook cackles boyishly. 

"Fine, then I'll take snuggles", you decide. 

Taehyung is so close to crying, clutching the sheets tightly. 

"That wasn’t funny. I was so sad", he murmurs. 

"Oh god, hey snuggles we're sorry. Please don’t cry", you gasp, picking him up in your arms. 

Taehyung sniffles and rubs his nose against your chest. Then he raises his head, shy smile embedded on his giddy face. 

"Cupcake and bunny", he says, "for you guys, I thought of them a while ago." 

"I love them hyung. No sorry, babybear", Jungkook says. 

Taehyung lowers his eyes and smiles, "you're bunny. And ___ you are cupcake." 

"That's so lovely Tae", you sigh, kissing the tip of his nose, "I love it." 

Taehyung smiles then, draping his arm around both you and Jungkook. He cuddles closer, squeezing you between him and Jungkook. 

"I'm so happy", he confesses. 

You comb your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way Jungkook cuddles closer as well. Your eyes fall closed, your body melting in the warmth of their embrace. 

"I'm happy too", you whisper. 

"Me too", Jungkook agrees, "although skinny dipping later…" 

"Babe! We know, you're a virgo", you say and chuckle, "let's keep cuddling for now." 

Taehyung laughs and soon Jungkook giggles too, burying his nose in your neck before he kisses it softly. 

"You're so mean baby, I should tickle you."

"Don't you dare." 

"And if I do?" 

A little pinch to your side and you are already squeaking. 

"Jungkook, no!" you laugh, feeling like bursting with happiness.​

[wygolvillage]

Oooh shanoa, Alucard, and Charlotte for the ask game

shanoa

1. albus. forsaking everything and dooming himself, just for her. it makes me insane. all the little snippets we actually learn about their childhood are really cute too

2. laura. theres a reason the game implies theyre soul mates im just saying. laura is someone who is tenacious enough to try and break through her walls while shanoa broke through hers. theyve faced similar (metaphorical) demons. its like poetry it rhymes

3. daniela!!!! shanoas cool grandma!!! this girl whos faced so much hardship having someone whos so warm and caring to come back to!!! the promise that theyll go on a picnic together!!! aaaaaaaaaa

4. anna and serge (two for one special). shanoa helping out and entertaining the children is Extremely Cute and i think once she has her emotions its really Nice, to her, that there are kids who admire and look up to her. also not to go into something that probably deserves its own post but i think anna and serge are supposed to parallel the ecclesia siblings a bit, theres the line about albus telling serge to be strong enough to protect his sister, but theres also that thing about serge thinking of anna as a bit of a crybaby even though he really cares about her, which we also know is true of shanoa when she was of a similar age. so like i think its interesting bc its like. shanoa and the childhood she never really got to have. but the main point of this is that i think shanoa as a babysitter is fun

5. man i wish nikolai had more dialogue bc i think his being a foil to barlowe is really really interesting conceptually and i would LOVE to see how that interacts with shanoa and her whole healing process post-ooe (and after he says shanoa helped the villagers to heal too, see this is All Connected). but um yeah i think he cares for the people in his community like a family and shanoa too is becoming part of that family, which hilariously makes her an honorary belmont. idk i think theres a lot of potential here

alucard

1. maria, theyre besties. i always like dynamics that are like, a very stoic, guardrd person + someone whos more of a people person who is kind of an expert at cutting through the bullshit and getting to actually know them. i think she gets him

2. graaaant the angst potential is through the roof. a conflict of ones own humanity and the monstrous when you can only see the monstrous in yourself and the human in your counterpart 😂😂😂 "like" if you relate!!!

3. richter theyre narrative foils. something something breaking of the cycle

4. soma... dadson and sondad... "youre not a god or a demon youre only human". "hes looking out for you because you have the same dark powers". screams forever.

5. yoko theyre literally besties

charlotte

1. jonathan of courseeee theyre castlevanias ultimate duo. best friends for LIFE and they have such a fun dynamic. i lovethe differences in how they handle their emotions and how that sometimes ends up clashing (admittedly i read into this more after learning that in the original japanese script she knew john before he died, which blew my mind)- charlotte wants to Talk About It whereas jonathan deeply wants to avoid having to think too hard about those complex feelings. they have so much to work with and their interactions are always interesting and/or entertaining.

2. eric, i wish they got more interactions but i think theres something to the idea of charlotte being the "successor" to the role eric played to his morris sidekick. and whether or not theyll succeed where they failed while hes trapped in the place where he lost everything. charlotte being the one to save his daughters also plays into this. rotating this in my mind

3. john. i think charlotte having known john really does add a whole dimension to the narrative. portrait is, above all else, about putting old ghosts to rest, and sometimes those ghosts are grief, and god damn does john haunt the narrative. im just sayig words at this point but you know what i mean.

4. i think her and the twins should be besties, stella especially. i think maybe she would see a bit of herself in stellas formality and insistence on being the "older sister" tbh, like this desire to be seen as capable and mature while underneath the surface everything is Bad and Confusing and Scary. i think they write letters to each other frequently after the events of por

5. (grimoire of souls-verse, headcanon) LET!!! CHARLOTTE!!! AND!!! ALBUS!!! GEEK OUT TOGETHER!!!! OVER COMPLICATED MAGICAL SCIENCES!!!! i wish i couldve seen more interactions between them

[charlottecharlcs]

Pushing Daisies S1E4: Pigeon

Our pie-baking necromantic private investigators investigate the death of a pilot who accidentally crashed into an apartment building- or so they think. The real plot involves an escaped convict, a long distance romance, and a pigeon.

There's a lot going on in this episode, so plot crash course to take us up to my first musical scene: Olive finds a dead pidgeon outside, it brushes against Ned and becomes alive again. Immediately after a plane crashes into an apartment building. Ned, Chuck, and Emerson go to investigate, Olive goes to see Lily and Vivian to see if they can fix the bird, lovingly named Pidge. Ned is jealous of the handsome stranger who lives in the apartment who gets to spend some quality time with Chuck- but wait! The stranger is actually an escaped convict who hijacked the plane and posed as the apartment's resident!

Chuck is with Lem- the convict- at the Pie Hole, completely oblivious to his true identity. He tries to hold her hand, but at least this convict understands consent because he pulls away as soon as he realizes she's uncomfortable. But Chuck asks Lem to hold her hand again, if he can be quiet and she can close her eyes. Lem is obviously kind of confused but goes with it, and Chuck imagines instead that she is holding Ned's hand the way she never really can.

The music starts in this moment in a quiet piano rendition of the show's usual love theme; tentative, emotional. As Chuck opens her eyes, Lem is replaced with Ned and we see her imagination. Suddenly the music swells to a string orchestra. When she opens her eyes again and sees Lem, the music abruptly stops. The facade is ruined. Then, the camera dramatically swings to the side with a dramatic musical sting to the following shot:

It's honestly one of the funniest things I've ever seen- Ned continues to be jealous for the rest of the episode, but like in a cute way. Even when Chuck tells him what she was imagining.

Ned: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Chuck: Well. Yeah.

And now for another random musical number! This time featuring, not one, but two Broadway legends. In the car while following a newly healed Pidge delivering his message (oh yeah, he's a carrier pigeon), Olive and Vivian sing "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants. Honestly, I can find very little further reason behind this other than, once again, if you have Kristen Chenoweth and Ellen Green together in a show, it would literally be a crime not to make them scene. The pair did have a conversation earlier in the episode about Vivian's grief over Charlotte in which Olive advised her to "Make a little birdhouse in your soul". But honestly the whole conversation felt like an excuse to then have them sing the song. The sequence only lasts about 30 seconds, and I honestly wonder what idea came first- having them sing this song in an episode about birds, or an episode about birds so they could sing this song.

I do have to say, the eccentric energy behind They Might Be Giants is a perfect match for the show. And as I was also a fan of that group at age 11, this was pretty much the biggest crossover of my lifetime until Endgame. So does this scene make sense? No. Do I love it? Yes. And I feel the need to put my theatre training to work here- this musical snippet does still serve to further character. It shows the differences between the two sisters and their grief- Vivian is obviously grieving the loss of her niece, but with some emotional support she is able to feel happy and connect with Olive through singing. Meanwhile Lily is in the front, stoic and grumpy. She hasn't opened herself up- she continues to keep her grief inside and will not engage in silly musical acts. We find out why her feelings are a bit more complicated later in the season, but I'll keep that secret for now.

Okay so basically, Lem was after some diamonds his old prison buddy buried at an old windmill, but he finds out the woman who lives there is Elsita, the woman he's been writing letters to in prison via carrier pigeon and has fallen in love with. Here's a quick reenactment of me seeing the first shot of Elsita:

Holy shit, Emma from Glee???

Anyway, eventually the team deduces and dead-bodies their way to the windmill and arrests Lem, getting the reward money as planned.

And now for the final scene, my favorite of the episode. (You'll probably start to see a theme here.)

You see, at the beginning of the episode Ned gifted Chuck a bunch of bees because she loves beekeeping. It's very sweet, they have a cute little beehive city on the roof so they can be "unorthodox urban beekeepers" as Chuck calls it. Then they spend the whole episode being really upset about the the fact that they can't touch.

So here we are, the final scene. Chuck and Ned standing on the rooftop in beekeeping suits. Ned turns on a record player, and a waltz starts in that buzzy, vintage tone. It soon fades to the normal undiluted sound of nondiagetic background music as they dance together, their beekeeping suits protecting them from the skin to skin contact that would kill Chuck. Pushing Daisies often uses musical cues to determine which genre it is currently inhabiting, from comedy to detective drama. This scene is, undoubtedly, a romance, and it's a great way to end an episode filled with so much tension.

[tennessoui]

🥺🥺 could you please do a snippet of the soulmate/daemon au from Anakin’s POV? It was so cute!

yes!!!! if you haven't read the first part, it's here! and this is a relationship negotiation from Anakin's POV (basically how they get together)

(2k)

Anakin has been dreaming about this moment for years.

His master will cut his braid. And then he, Anakin, will kiss him.

Because he has been waiting to kiss him, Obi-Wan, for years.

His master is his soulmate. This is one of the basic facts of the universe.

His master is his other half. His master may flirt with other people, his master may linger behind when certain damsels are in a certain type of distress, but before all that: his master is his soulmate.

His master is also a Jedi, but that is secondary. Avarie told him so.

Avarie has been with Anakin since he was born. His first word was her name. Everyone in the slave quarters knew about her, about what she meant, but no one could use her to trace his own animal.

(In the slave quarters, having access to a slave’s Animal was akin to having access to the slave’s very soul.)

But Avarie bit and scratched at everyone who tried to touch her and her ice-like pelt. Ice was rare on Tatooine. From a distance, she looked like the rarest sort of treasure.

Anakin grew up knowing his soulmate’s animal was special. Anakin grew up defending her tooth and nail. Avarie defended herself, of course, but even as a slave, Anakin overstepped his boundaries to fend off interested parties.

Avarie was his.

He could not tell his mother how he knew. He could not even tell himself. Avarie was not his own soul. She was a reflection of his soul. She was his soul made foggier. Made distant. Made different.

He’d heard about soulmates on Tatooine. Everyone had. Everyone, even the lowliest slave, knew what a soulmate meant. But he had never expected to meet his on a regular work day, when he was only nine years old and his master was in the backroom behind him.

He had never thought that his soulmate could be Obi-Wan Kenobi; he had never thought about what it would mean if he ever left Tatooine. If Avarie, a creature from a planet so obviously not from his desert world, would ever be called home.

What it means is, obviously, convoluted and complicated.

Anakin thinks that without Avarie by his side through every moment, he would think that his soulmate--his master--did not like him at all.

But she is a reflection of his master’s--his soulmate’s--soul and she never shies away from the touches he gives her. He lives by his chances to pet her once he’s reached the Temple. His master is his soulmate, but his master seems so distant and out of reach. Surely his soulmate would know better. Surely his soulmate would know not to rely on their animal to bring comfort to Anakin.

And yet.

He spends years wanting Obi-Wan’s arms around him. The want sustains him for a standard decade.

There is never a moment Anakin does not know where he is heading. What he is doing. Everything he does, always, is for his soulmate. For his master. For Obi-Wan.

He’s dreamed about his knighting ceremony for years. He’s dreamed about Obi-Wan cutting his Padawan braid so that in the next second he can turn around and kiss him with his lightsaber still lit, held useless in one hand.

After all, hasn’t Anakin waited long enough?

But.

But.

Obi-Wan’s blade makes the cut.

Any second now, Anakin will rise up, turn, and kiss him because there will be nothing formal standing in their way. As soon as Obi-Wan cuts his braid, they will be two Jedi Knights. They will be equals.They will be free by the Jedi Code and standard to leave behind master and padawan. They will just be Obi-Wan and Anakin, soulmates. And yet, still--

Anakin does not kiss him.

He cannot understand why.

There are too many emotions in his chest.

Odyna, his own Force animal, comes to lick at his forehead, as if that’ll make him rise.

He’s paralyzed by indecision. There are such things as platonic soulmates. There are soulmates who find each other and spend their lives with someone else.

There are soulmates who never, ever, ever want to kiss their Jedi master.

And then there’s Anakin.

And Anakin realizes he doesn’t want to do this--whatever this will be--in front of anyone else, so Anakin doesn't press his mouth against Obi-Wan’s.

Instead, he rises from his position and bows to his master. He gives his braid to his master because who else would he give it to?

He waits until he’s dismissed. He walks to their quarters.

He sits at their table.

Avarie jumps up into his lap and settles under his hand with a contented chirp.

Either Obi-Wan has been held up with the Council, discussing future missions that will no longer involve Anakin, or he’s dawdling. What if he doesn’t want to be alone with Anakin? What if he knows what Anakin wants from him and is trying to think of a polite way to turn him down?

Will he be asked to leave these quarters? Sure, soulmates often share rooms, but what if Obi-Wan doesn’t want that from him? Obi-Wan never chose to take him as his Padawan and he certainly never chose him as a soulmate.

Anakin buries his head in his hands. The possibilities are all so awful.

Avarie licks delicately at his chin. Anakin wants to cry. Anakin wants his master. Anakin wants his soulmate.

It feels like ages before his master comes in. Anakin shoots straight up in his chair the second he hears the door slide open. Avarie hisses at him and flounces to greet Obi-Wan, and probably more specifically, Odyna, who flops to the ground as soon as she’s fully through the door.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says when he catches sight of his vulptex and then Anakin in the doorway. “Hello. I thought you’d be out celebrating with your friends.”

Anakin scowls. All he can think about is the possibility that his master is thinking of the best way to ask him to leave.

“Anakin?” his master looks confused and then concerned. “Are you alright?”

“No,” he says and it’s supposed to come out firm but it comes out sounding like a whisper.

“What do you need?” Obi-Wan asks immediately, mind already trying to come up with a solution for a pain Anakin is content to wallow in for a while longer.

You to love me, he wants to say, but even he’s not that dramatic.

“What’s going to happen to us now?” Anakin reaches up to fiddle with his braid only to remember at the last second that it’s gone now.

“Well, I suppose you’ll grow your hair out for starters,” his master smiles kindly at him. “It’s sort of a rite of passage for any new knight.”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin crosses his arms and tries to convey just how unimpressed he is. “I’m serious. I’m a Knight now. Do we...do we keep sharing quarters? Missions? Should I put in for...for quarter reassignment?”

Obi-Wan blinks and something that looks like pain flashes across his face for a second before he releases whatever he’s feeling into the Force on his next exhale. His master has always been very good at that. Everything Anakin has ever tried to release into the Force just sinks down inside of him to fester.

“I see,” Obi-Wan murmurs, looking away at where Avarie has managed to climb up on top of Odyna’s back and curl into a tight ball for a nap. “I hadn’t...I suppose I must confess that I haven’t really given it that much consideration yet. But. Of course you can leave if that’s what you want.”

“What if it’s not what I want?” Anakin drops his arms and strides closer. This isn’t the sort of conversation one should have on opposite sides of the room. “What if I want to stay with you?”

Obi-Wan looks more confused, but at least he doesn’t look particularly sad or put off or disgusted with him. “Then of course you can--”

“What if I want to stay with you. As your soulmate. What if I want to stay with you as soulmates do?”

Obi-Wan rubs at his beard. It’s what he does when he’s shocked and trying to get ahold of himself. He’s managed to rattle him, but Anakin doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

“Anakin,” his soulmate finally says slowly. “You’re...you’re very young.”

“I’m nineteen years old!”

Obi-Wan cuts his hand through the air to silence him. “You’re very young. Nineteen is young, dear one. I would hate for you to think that you have to...to settle down with me now, before you have a chance to explore...other avenues...of...romance or sexual...pleasure ....”

“Do you want me to?” Anakin furrows his brows. “Do you need me to go out and sleep with other people before you take me seriously? How many? Ten? Twenty?”

Obi-Wan is starting to look a little pained. “I don’t...it’s not about what I want, Anakin. I...I am trying to say that...that I don’t want you to feel pressured or like if something doesn’t happen between us in the next few days it never will. You’re young, Anakin. And I’m...older.” He sighs and shakes his head. “I’m much older than you, Anakin.”

“I find that attractive,” Anakin declares boldly. Obi-Wan sucks in a breath as if he’s just been punched in the stomach. “No, listen,” he continues when his master opens his mouth. “It is about what you want. It’s about what we both want. We’re soulmates, Obi-Wan. Of course I care about what you want.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes look a little wet, but Anakin isn’t going to say anything that could ruin the moment. His master clears his throat a few times before he speaks. “Of course I want to be in love with my soulmate,” he finally says. Anakin’s eyes widen and he can feel his heart beating faster. Obi-Wan wants him.

But he isn’t in love with him yet. He doesn’t feel the way Anakin feels yet.

Yet.

Anakin can work with that. He can be lovable. He can be endearing. It’s not like Obi-Wan has any other soulmates around.

“You have to understand,” Obi-Wan murmurs, reaching out to place a gentle hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “Until today I was in a position of authority over you. Two years ago, you were a child. Five years ago, I was making sure you made your bed and ate a decent breakfast.”

“You need time to learn how to think of me as your soulmate instead of your padawan,” Anakin nods easily. He supposes he understands. For him, Obi-Wan has always been his master and his soulmate. His best friend who one day would love him above all else. But he can understand Obi-Wan’s point of view. “Alright.”

Obi-Wan looks thrown for a loop. “...alright?” he says, clearly having expected more of an argument from Anakin.

“Yeah, of course. I just told you what you want matters. You waited for me for twenty-five years. I can wait for two.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes are getting a little misty.

“Not that I think it’ll take that long,” Anakin muses mostly to himself. “I’m really attractive. We can spar without shirts on again. That always got me interested.”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s outraged squawk is almost loud enough to drown out his own laugh. Yeah. Anakin can wait for Obi-Wan to love him. He thinks it’ll definitely be worth it. On the floor a little ways away, Avarie has started licking over the fluffed up fur of Odyna’s back, soothing it down with slow strokes of her tongue.

[obae-me]

Can you pls do an MC that’s Luke’s older sister? I wanna see Luke’s reaction and the brothers’

So in that case would MC be an Angel? Or would Luke be a human? Or were they siblings in a past life and Luke died and became an Angel while MC was reincarnated? 

There’s a lot of potential here, but I’ll just stick with the MC being an Angel.

Here’s just a short snippet of the idea:

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As soon as Luke scans his sight over his sibling, he dashes over to them, wrapping his small arms around their waist before quickly detaching with a small blush. Hardly a few minutes had passed and he’d ready looked so vulnerable and emotional in front of all these demons.

“MC! I missed you so much! What’re you doing here?!”

The supposed-to-be-human looked around at the company. “I...wish I knew. But look at you, Luke! You’re so big now!” They pinch his cheeks and ruffle the soft strands of his hair.

Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged glances, Lucifer’s anger only growing larger the more his mistake was ever more obvious. “You are not...”

“Human?” They tilt their head and look up to the ceiling for a moment. “Yes and no?”

Arms folded, the demon of pride nearly growls. “Which is it?”

Fairly unintimidated, but letting out an awkward chuckle, the exchange student shakes their head. “I am an Angel, yes, but for the past few centuries, I’ve been living among the mortals as a human, so in a way I-“

A loud burst of laughter erupted from some of the brothers. Mammon covered his mouth with the tips of his fingers. “Wow, Lucifer made a mistake? You managed to pick and summon the one Angel in the human realm? Ahaha! That’s hilarious!”

Diavolo frowned, folding his arms. “This is certainly…unexpected.” But then he smiled, letting himself laugh. “Who would’ve thought an angel would be trying to pass as human? And you certainly did a great job, even from everything Lucifer and I gathered, we didn’t suspect a thing! You fit right in!” 

Lucifer growled, shooting the prince a glare while tightly gripping and yanking Mammon back by the collar of his uniform. “Last I checked, angels weren’t even allowed to stay in the human realm for that long.” Immediately irritated by the circumstances and highly untrusting, the eldest stared them down. “What were you up to?” 

MC sighed. “It’s...a long story...” 

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t mind having another angel down here, especially such a cute one! Ugh, two breathtaking angels, almost as gorgeous as moi! Whatever is a demon like me to do?” Asmo attempts to take a few steps toward them, but Luke steps out between his older sibling and the demon. 

“All of you stay back! Don’t even think about trying to corrupt them! And how could you possibly think MC was just a simple human? They’re a perfect shining angel! Michael himself even gave them a special job! Michael!” Luke rambled on, puffing out his little chest while nearly growling at any demon that even dared look at them. 

The older angelic sibling sighed, looking over to Simeon. “He may have grown but he really hasn’t changed much, has he?” 

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Episode 7 Time

Ugh I kinda hate that Aphmaus doin her little youtuber intro in front of every episode in these earlier ones bc its like. how the fuck am I supposed to work that shit into the start of literally anything else much less a more conventionally told story

Idk she walks around town n runs into Kiki and her lil hamster party

Something about Kikis design just really irks me and Im pretty sure its her oversaturated darkish pink shirt, even more so when its combined with that bright red hair and big bright red heart on her chest. When I redesign her I'll probably replace it with a more earthy pink tone

The exchange between Kiki n Aphmau can stay the way it is mostly, I'll definitely have to tweak it though and completely rework that last paragraph so it doesnt sound like an obvious explanation of a game/mod mechanic

Zenix is also nearby saying "What strange adorable creatures" which is cute, I think I'd like it a lil bit more if he was maybe also petting/holding a hamster while saying that

She has some fun w/ a hamster in the enclosure, Im kinda hesitant on giving her a pet like that ngl, but I feel like a hamster is a bit less of a 'deal' than her dog so yea, I'll see what I'll do

If she keeps the hamster, she'll drop him off at her house (or maybe in the chicken enclosure idk) and then walk around town talking to everyone, if she gives it back to Kiki she just goes to talk to everyone in town right away

While shes doing that, she runs into Paul ofc and they have the same lil exchange that they have in the OG

Once shes done w/ all of that she goes over to the beach to start building that boat where she meets Brenden, who just finished the docks and is Exhausted. He says the thing about the docks being done AGAIN while wheezing and panting a bunch, Aphmau tells him he did a good job like in the OG and Brendon just thanks her without mentioning poop, thank god

Then she also goes to talk to Garroth, their exchange is also mostly the same except Im changing the line "I'm having an item delivered here for the boat" to smth like "I/Zenix and I have had something built for the boat, we should get it tomorrow" bc I feel like they kinda mentioned that the village is cut off from all the other villages but then they didnt fully realize that that would make things like this difficult yknow?? (or me and whoever wrote this just have a different definition of "cut off" lol)

Aphmau starts trying to build the boat, maybe Brendon offers to help once hes rested properly bc he seems to know a lil more than Aphmau. At this point we should probably do another small timeskip and show the boat being built via montage equivalent or by just showing small snippets and interaction. I'd also like to get Paul and Kiki on board (ha) bc they also know about what happened and they need all the help they can get

I'd also like Garroth and Zenix to help a lil or at least offer some emotional support. Like, I dont remember Zenix at all and I do know that most of the big moments for Garroth n Aphmau come later but some small cute interactions before that could be nice

Okay nvm I watched further ahead in the episode and what she ended up building was more of a raft or smth which could probabls be built by a single person in like 2 days if they had some skill and patience lol. Im keeping those previous points though bc I like the idea of this being a bit of a bonding moment despite it all (and I'd kinda like Aphmau to be a pretty skilled builder in my version idk why)

EDIT: NVM SHIT I MISSED SMTH; so Zenix sneaks onto the boat and looks into the chest/maybe puts something in it??? Dont remember what it is or what it leads up to so Im keeping for now

So yea, thats it for this one babeyyy

[deniigi]

I love the fic you showed on Luke, Han, Chewie being kidnapped by the trio- I would love to see more! Is there a chance we might see that fic or sections of it? I hope you are having a great day!

You may see more sections of it! It’s like 30k because I have zero self control sometimes, so idk if I will post the whole thing, but snippets I can do!

I wrote a fuckin’ hilarious bit where Han tells Paz that Luke’s got a crush on Din. Paz thinks about Din’s sexuality for .05 seconds and immediately has an anxiety attack that Din feels like he’s got to hide his queerness.

He brings it up with Din, who promptly astral projects in embarrassment.

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This was a reconnaissance mission now. One which Luke was again having fun on. With Djarin refusing to speak to his comrade, Luke wriggled right into the place he’d left behind and started agitating again. He goaded Djarin and Fett that he could shave hours off the current course time. Han and Chewie hung back and strategically did not back up a damn thing he said.

Paz, uncomfortable to be on any ship that was not his own, clutched at his fingers and watched Luke chasing Djarin like an underfoot puppy in concern.

“What does he want from Din?” he asked Han and Chewie quietly.

Han blinked slowly.

“He’s got a crush,” he said.

Paz’s helmet managed to blanch.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“Yeah, your boy’s ticking every one of Luke’s boxes, I’m afraid,” Han said while Chewie snickered. “He’s already decided on a destination wedding.”

Paz rubbed a few knuckles under the edge of his helmet and looked away.

“I dunno if the Armorer’s gonna be cool with that,” he said.

Han snorted.

“Armor isn’t strong enough for him, he’s got mind powers,” he said.

Paz’s helmet turned slightly back towards him.

“The Armorer is Din’s parent,” he said. “She leads the teachings at our covert.”

AHA. Orthodox. Han had it now. Djarin was a preacher’s son.

“I don’t know what that means,” Paz said.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” Han told him sympathetically. “It’s okay, though. People are more tolerant than you think.”

“I still don’t know what that means,” Paz repeated.

“You will,” Han soothed, “You will.”

--

 It was an hour before Paz blurted out, “Wait you mean he’s gay?” and Han almost cried, he was laughing so hard.

--

 This was supposed to be a hostage situation, but Paz was making this trip a pleasure cruise. He’d gotten about fourteen thousand times more awkward around both Luke and Djarin anytime they passed by. Luke had caught onto this with interest.

Han did nothing to stop him. He and Chewie finally had entertainment after hours and hours of torture.

Paz inched away.

“I’m happy for you,” he told Luke. “It’s fine.”

Luke cocked his head at him and got closer.

“No, man. Not me, sorry,” Paz said. “You got—you got Din. He’s—well, honestly the last I saw him he was like, fifteen and sort of scrawny, but you know he’s probably grown a couple muscles by now.”

Luke lit up.

“I know, he picked me up,” he said.

Paz vibrated.

“Mm-hm,” he said.

“Do you think he likes me?” Luke asked him.

Paz vibrated so hard his armor nearly started knocking against itself.

“He’s really into ancient Tusken shit,” he said. “Ask him about ancient Tusken shit.”

Luke’s eyes couldn’t get any wider or rounder. Any more of this and his pupils would start dilating, too.

“Copy that,” he said, then vanished.

Chewie whimpered and wiped tears from his eyes. Han leaned into his side and grinned so wide his face hurt.

--

 Luke took to flattening himself against the cockpit door and serenading Djarin in the other side with pleas for information about Ancient Tusken culture. Djarin was understandable baffled. He smelled a rat and refused to be forthcoming with any new knowledge.

That made Luke caterwaul louder until Fett had enough of him and locked Djarin out of the cockpit too, with instructions to ‘silence the Jedi before I do permanently.’

Djarin was now stuck out here with the rest of them. He crouched in front of Luke and they had a staring contest for a good two minutes before Djarin got up and sighed.

“You have so much energy,” he said. “No wonder Grogu likes you.”

Luke rocketed up to stand next to him proudly.

“I don’t sleep most nights,” he said.

Djarin studied him.

“I see that,” he said.

“Han and Leia say that I’m a ‘hostile’ bedpartner when I do,” Luke said with finger quotes for Djarin’s benefit.

Djarin, Han swore, was trying to think of a polite way to say, ‘Sir, I think you’re at breaking point.’ But instead he said, ‘do you like tea?’ to which Luke said, ‘absolutely not.’ Djarin told him that he had a great tea for him to try and was thereafter followed into the Falcon’s kitchenette around the corner.

Paz, in the meantime, was absolutely shitting himself. No longer able to avoid this conversation with Djarin.

“I think it’s cute,” Han goaded with Chewie nudging his ribs the whole time.

“The Armorer will not approve,” Paz insisted.

--

 Djarin had done the impossible: he’d put Luke to sleep. He delicately removed the mug of (possible sleep medication) tea from Luke’s unconscious deathgrip and asked Han where the used dishware went. That was thoughtful. Han told him to just stick it any damn place around the sink and he or Chewie would get to it.

He did and then came back to settle in next to Paz. Paz visibly experienced a rainbow of emotions. Djarin didn’t notice a single one of them. Instead, he crossed his legs and held the orange tips of one hand in the orange tips of the other.

“I wanted to apologize, Paz,” he said. “After what you’ve sacrificed for me and the kid, I should have been more grateful.”

“D—don’t mention it,” Paz stammered. “It’s—it’s the Way.”

“It is the Way,” Djarin agreed. “I think I was afraid of how to face all of you afterwards.”

Han could hear Paz’s internal scream from here.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll bet you, uh, did. It—it wasn’t the first time, was it?”

Djarin sat up a little straighter.

“No. How did you know?” he asked.

Paz shivered.

“Just a feeling,” he said. “You know, uh. Din. You don’t have to be ashamed of anything, right? You’re—you’re like my little brother. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you or anyone say anything to you. Okay?”

Awwwwwwwww.

Djarin looked up into Paz’s visor.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“What? No. I’m. I’m saying, that if you ever had something you wanted to tell me, or you know, any of us. We’re always here to listen,” Paz said. “And to support you.”

Djarin’s silver helmet tilted worriedly.

“I already did,” he said.

“GREAT,” Paz said. “Perfect. You’re doing amazing.”

Djarin pulled back, officially disturbed.

“Right,” he said slowly. “So I’m gonna—”

“Listen, kid,” Paz said, grabbing the strap between Djarin’s chest and back plates and dragging him back down to sitting. “Think about your parent.” He took Djarin’s hand from where he was actively trying to escape and held it in a firm, masculine grip. “She loves you, you know that.”

“Paz, I’m panicking,” Djarin said outloud.

“And she was so happy for you to have a foundling,” Paz carried on like plough. “So she’s gonna be happy for you, no matter what.”

Djarin could not pull his hand out of Paz’s grip, and boy was he trying. He’d started a cool descent to the floor, he was trying so hard.

“I know,” he grated out.

“But a jedi, Din?”

“He can’t help it, man,” Djarin said, still struggling almost on his back now. “You said it yourself. It’s a born-with-it thing.”

Paz stared forcefully at his knuckles.

“You’re right,” he said, letting out a slow breath. “But if that’s how it gonna be, you really should propose first.”

Djarin’s helmet somehow managed to emote ‘shock’ on the ground there.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked. “I barely knew her.”

“Her?” Paz asked, then caught himself. “Sorry, sorry. Not my business—”

“It was like, a week at most—”

“Not my business.”

“And yeah, she had a great kid and—”

“Wait, wait, hold up,” Paz said. “Who are you talking about?”

Djarin stared.

“My friend? From Sorgen?” he said. “Who are you talking about?”

Paz went very still.

“You’re fuckin’ some gal on Sorgen?” he asked.

“No?” Djarin said. “I mean. She wanted to, and I thought about it, but it was only a week, and I didn’t want her to feel like I’d used her only for—who are you talking about?”

“The jedi,” Paz said, pointing at Luke’s languid, curled up self on the table’s bench.

“Why would I be fucking the jedi?” Djarin asked. “He’s my son’s teacher, Paz.”

“Because he’s crushing on you?” Paz asked, equally upset and confused. “And you’re gay, so?”

“I’m what?”

“Gay????”

“I am??”

Han was crying. Han was sobbing.

These idiots were days of comedy. Look at them go. Look at ‘em spin.

“Din, please. You don’t have to fake it. I support you—”

“I didn’t ask for your support?”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of—”

“I’m not ashamed.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m picking up some strong feelings. And I don’t want you to think that—”

“Paz, what I want more than anything for you to do right now is to stop thinking. I’m not gay.”

Paz pressed a hand against his helmet like he was in physical pain.

“But the way you always looked at Teyo,” he said.

Djarin had a tiny stroke and slammed his fist into Paz’s arm.

“DON’T MENTION—”

“What the FUCK, brat?”

“HOW DARE YOU—”

“Why’re you yellin’ at me now??”

“Why’re you bringing up some childhood shit, haven’t we done enough of that already?”

“Why’re you so mad? I’m tryin’ to be supportive. If you wanna fuck the Jedi, fuck the Jedi. I’m just sayin’ maybe don’t tell the Armorer until after you’ve done it, so she doesn’t think you’re under some kinda mind-trick or somethin’, alright?”

Han no longer needed those helmets. He had these characters down. Djarin was gaping now. In shock and offense.

“Never speak to me again,” he decided.

“Bro,” Paz said.

“NO.”

“Karkin’ hell, Din. What’s your problem?”

“Excuse me, I must drown, where are your facilities?” Djarin asked Han directly.

“Round the corner, on the left,” Han told him.

“No, no, no,” Paz said, grabbing Djarin by the cape and dragging him back. “We gotta talk about this. We gotta process.”

“I’m not processing shit with you,” Djarin said. “I am not fucking the jedi.”

“But you want to,” Paz deduced.

“I—what? Wh—do you want me to have relations with him? Did I miss something?” Djarin asked.

“I want you to feel supported,” Paz said.

“I don’t. I feel targeted,” Djarin said. “Stop targeting me.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

“Good. Let go.”

“But if—”

“Paz, I’m going to behead myself.”

“If you do want to have sex with the jedi, later. That’s fine. Or anyone else. That’s fine, too.”

“BOBA.”

Behold. A breaking point.

--

[aliixen]

Soft[Christa Lenz x Fem!Reader]

Okay so I’ve got some ideas in my head that I need to get out. This was one of them, I started writing them down because they just keep coming to me and I;m still on my attack on titan brainrot, so please bear with me. This is a short one shot where reader is part of the 104th Cadet Corps and Christa’s best friend. There are no amazing things here, just pure fluff so if any of you need some sweetness today, here you go. Enjoy!  ❤️

Note: Sorry for mistakes and bad writing, I’m still a novice and English isn’t my first language. I also have a problem with writing short snippets because I always end up making them longer and longer, adding new things so this is one of the first I managed to write and not turn into a story with chapters 😖

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- You should watch out for yourself dummy! You’re always making me worried! - Christa said as she cleaned another cut on your face, a result of your recklessness during training session - What if something happened to you and I wouldn’t be there?

- Relax Christa, it’s just a small cut! It will heal in no time so it’s not a big deal - you gave her your award winning smile to show her everything was alright but it quickly turned into a pout when she gently smacked your forehead with her small hand - Meanie.

- Oh don’t be like that you big baby. Besides, you always say that it’s just something! If you’d only watch out for yourself more… - you saw a glint of worry in her eyes and it made you feel guilty about your actions.

You often got hurt while you were training and Christa, your best friend, was always there to help you, knowing you had a knack for getting in trouble. Today was no exception and once again you found yourself sitting on Christa’s bed in the shared room, her soft hands treating your injuries as you gazed into her blue eyes. You were alone and it was hard to focus on anything else since for the past few months you grew to love your dearest friend, although you kept it to yourself, too afraid of losing her to even try and do something about it.

It was no wonder. Christa was a literal angel, both in looks and character and everybody knew it. That was why she was so popular with guys and girls alike, her good heart and sweet smiles always making them feel like they were being graced with the presence of a goddess. 

You were the lucky one that got the privilege of calling yourself her best friend but you were still far behind Ymir. Ymir. Every time the two of them interacted together you felt jealousy tug at your heart and even though you hid it well it was still bothering you greatly. There was no chance for you and Christa happening, yet the possessiveness inside you wanted her to be only yours, to the point that you stopped hanging out with her while Ymir was around. It just hurt too much. Maybe that was the reason for your recent rise in times you got injured. It meant being alone with Christa like right now and you would do anything to have more of those moments.

- What is it? You’re spacing out again Y/N. Are you sure you’re alright? - Christa’s worried voice reached you and when you focused on the present, you realised she was closer than before, so close that your noses were brushing. Christa stared into your E/C eyes, searching for something before she pressed her forehead against yours. You could have sworn your heart stopped for a second as a crimson red blush spread across your cheeks, her presence this close to you rendering you speechless - Hmm, you don’t have a fever...but your face is all red! Do you feel lightheaded? Or hot? I can bring you some water, you just have to wait a…

- No! Please don’t go! - you cut her off, unable to stop yourself from reaching out for her as she was about to turn to leave. Your arms wrapped around her middle and you pressed yourself into her stomach with your eyes closed, afraid that if you open them you will have to see her reaction to your sudden outburst. And you didn’t want that. You weren’t usually clingy but today was actually the first day in two weeks that you got to be alone with her. You didn’t want that to end so you just squeezed tighter, holding on so that you could get just a little bit more time with her.

- ...Y/N? Hey, it’s alright. I’m not going to leave, so open your eyes, please? For me? - her warmth and soothing voice calmed you enough to loosen your grip on her but not let go completely. Your heart jumped when you felt her pet your head gently, running her slender fingers through your hair and the gesture made you calm down. You breathed out and slowly tilted your head up to look at her, meeting her light blue eyes that emanated such kindness and warmth - So? Tell me what’s going on, please. I don’t like it when you’re bothered by something. Oh no. Did I do something wrong?

- No! No! It’s not your fault, it’s just that...No, I’m sorry, it’s stupid anyway - you hid your face from her once again but she was quicker than you and before you could successfully bury your head between your arm and her shirt she managed to grab you, squeeshing your cheeks playfully as she made you look up once again.

- Tell. Me. - Christa said in an authoritative tone that was accompanied by a pout and the combination made you smile slightly as you watched her tenderly. Even when she tried to be firm, she was still as cute as ever. If she was going to give you this face, how were you supposed to keep quiet?

- I just...I missed you. Being with you - you managed to get out, ignoring the lingering fear that gripped your heart - We don’t see each other as much as we did with all this training and stuff.

- What do you mean, silly, we see each other everyday! - she gave you the biggest smile she could muster to make you feel better and the butterflies in your stomach danced at the sight.

She was right of course, but that wasn’t what you were talking about and you wanted her not to worry about your weird behavior. Unfortunately, due to her sweet nature, you knew she would do everything in her power to get to the bottom of the problem and help you, so you had to tell her the real reason eventually. You detangled yourself from her form, feeling a sudden wave of courage and confidence wash over you before standing up and grabbing her face in your hands, the same way she did to you just a minute ago. You towered over her and watched as her expression formed into one of surprise.

- I know, but it’s not the same. I meant we don’t see each other like that anymore, just the two of us...I like that. Having you all to myself, I mean - her blue eyes widened at your admission and you couldn’t stop the blush spreading on your cheeks up to your ears, their tips red, betraying your emotions - I like being with you, you know...and I, umm...I mean, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but...oh my god, why am I stuttering….I….I’m sorry, I don’t…

Your embarrassing rambling was stopped when you felt Christa’s lips on yours, a state of shock paralyzing your senses that couldn't process what was going on. The softness and sweetness of her lips was all you could focus on and you couldn’t believe this was happening but for now you decided to not dwell on it and simply kiss her back as your heart fluttered in your chest. Your best friend, this beautiful, gentle angel was here in your arms and you couldn’t be happier. This was all you wanted. To your dismay, as soon as you started to move your lips against hers, Christa pulled back quickly and covered her mouth with her hand as her face became red in an instant.

- I’m so sorry Y/N! I don’t know what came over me, you just looked so cute when you rambled so I… - she started to explain herself but was interrupted with the sound of your chuckling. She stared at you for a few seconds before a pout appeared on her face and she stamped her foot on the ground, seemingly irritated - Geez, why are you laughing!

- I’m sorry, I’m sorry! - you managed to get yourself under control and gave her a cheeky smile. Taking a step forward you closed the distance between you two and ruffled her hair, too happy to worry about the possibility of making a mistake - I’m not mad or anything! I like you Christa, so I’m really happy right now.

- Wait, what….? You like...me? - her face became even redder as you leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her nose and smiling gleefully. She averted her eyes, opting to look at the floor instead and you had to stop yourself from squealing at how cute she was - But I thought...I mean you weren’t hanging out with me as much as we did before and I got worried and then...I realized I like you too?

She almost whispered the last part and you had to focus on what she was saying to hear, but as you did, you felt an immense amount of happiness fill you before you grabbed Christa and lifted her in the air, turning around with her in your arms, her sweet laugh echoing through the room.

- Y/N! Put me down, we’re gonna fall! - she protested but her eyes were closed and she seemed just as happy, her hands squeezing your neck tightly in an attempt to hold herself up. As your head started spinning you thought it was time to stop your twirling before you really fall down, so you slowed down but still kept Christa in your arms, refusing to let her down just yet. She was now as high as you thanks to your hold and it was all so perfect that you couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her again. She squealed against your lips before relaxing in your embrace, her gentle hands tightening her grip on the back of your neck. Both of you smiled into the kiss, happy to finally be together like you were supposed to. You broke the kiss and leaned your forehead against hers, gazing deep into her blue eyes that you grew to love so much during those hard months of training. They were still the same as at the beginning, warm, kind and making you feel like this world might not be so bad after all.

- My sweet darling… - she blushed at your worlds and let go of you to hide her face behind her hands, the tenderness of your words making her heart beat twice as fast, in par with yours.

- Stupid! You’re making me blush, quit it! - you smiled and grinned at her, knowing that this would only be the beginning of your teasing now that you were together. She would learn that soon enough.

- Never, my dear. I like you too much.

- Oh, you. I like you too, dummy...

[nemuitoka]

What are your favorte jshk fanfics? also where do you like reading them the most?

Hi Anon!!! today is the day I can finally answer this question😈 ahaha you know how much I enjoy making fic recs so 👀 Let’s go!!!

To answer your second question first, I like reading them on AO3 the most! Mostly because I get almost unlimited number of characters to rant in the comment section........... 😆but also the tagging system is very helpful.

Okay, now to the fun part of this ask😏

You said JSHK, but I mostly read Hananene ones so all of my favs include that pairing... as  I already did a fic rec here of my favs, this list will continue that one, so please check that one first hehe ((I apologize in advance..., I would love for people to recommend me some mitsukou ones tbh... I’m really lost when it comes to other pairings orz)) 

If I’m completely honest with you anon-san, my favorite JSHK fic right now is the one Roxanne ( @istoleyourboat )  wrote based of my art and her snippet:

Star-Crossed and Falling- Where Stars Go to Die by lilaflo

Hanako is Princess Nene’s personal knight 👀. A tale of forbidden love. They slowly fall in love as they exchange a series of gifts, one that includes a pair of matching earrings that remind them of their love when they’re apart. Also, jelly Hanako of Nene’s suitors😏... Oh, but nothing lasts forever and those sweet moments will come to an end when they have to face their cruel reality, in this world, they don’t get to choose neither their battles or the ones they love.

Now more of Roxanne, because I seriously enjoy her work so much (I’m sure everyone knows by now lmao sdkj) 

Night of the Phantom King by lilaflo 

This one is a spooky one. Nene’s regret for never realizing who she truly loves takes her to mourn her deceased friend Amane and cry on his grave in a Halloween night, then suddenly the Phantom King comes to take her away👀 & he looks suspiciously familiar... Beautiful world building btw, also the ending is just, excellent. 

12 Year Romance by lilaflo

Amane meets Nene at the Tanabata festival, she’s older than him, but he falls for her instantly, fast forward, Amane is now in middle school, he’s a troublemaker, & gets constantly into fights, but he swears the new school nurse looks familiar... he then realizes it’s her and thinks it must be fate!!!... This one hits close to home bc I’ve been in this situation irl, so I can confirm all of Nene’s struggles are real (and ofc how a love with an age gap should be handled the correct way, this fic really teaches you many life lessons hahaha) 

took a sip then another sip, then you turned and said to me by chivalrousamour 

This autor has a bunch of good JSHK fics!! I recommend you check their AO3 out, bec you may find something you like for sure! But, this is my absolute fav from them. Nene is a mangaka, celebrating the finishing of her long serialized manga, while Amane is a delivery boy who happens to find her in a very questionable state in her house👀 (it’s all family friendly ofc, anon, I’m not a slimy pervert like some ghost boy)

Maid for Each Other by corologs ( @corologs )

Courtney has this amazing College AU collection series that I encourage you to check out!!! But Maid for each other is my fav!!! So it’s the Yugi twins birthday, and it’s Tsukasa’s turn to choose where they go to celebrate it... you can already tell where this is going... (let the chaos begin) & as the title said, it involves maids!!! (it has Kaicho wa maid sama vibes if you liked that anime~~)

If I Could Tell Her by corologs

What if the picture perfect arc plan was successful??? Well, this fic explores this idea, and it’s very interesting to read. I like how Amane and Hanako are two separate people here.

the horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes by sincerelyand ( @sunlightinourheadlights ) 

(Oh my sweet Karen, she writes such good fics, so go check her AO3 out as well!!) Amane and Yashiro are friends that share an apartment (& they were roommates-- OMG they were roommates), even if Amane has its complains, because Nene can be a handful sometimes (and in denial of her true feelings as always, are we even surprised at this point?) he loves her dearly anyways😭.

for real, this time by sourlemoncandy  ( @sour-lemon-candy )

Did somebody say fake dating AU?????? Because hell yeah I did asajj I loved reading this so much!! Nene and Amane are childhood friends, and Nene overhears some girls talking about Amane and how one of them plans to ask him out... but she senses these girls are up to no good so she... well, you gotta read it to find out more~~ it’s no fun If I tell ya everything hehe... so go go go!!

lemon cream by sourlemoncandy

Amane and Nene, just two good friends having a road trip and sharing donuts... what could go wrong??  😏 seriously, I loved this fic so much!! Instant fav! Also makes me wanna try some good sweet donuts...

Trip Down Memory Lane by insipidenvy ( @insipidenvy )

This fic is so sweet. I have such a huge attachment to it, because I read it when I really needed some fluff in my life hahaha. It’s sort of a collection of memories between Amane and Yashiro’s relationship over the years. So heartwarming... if you need the fluffs you’ll enjoy this very much!!

The Radish Princess and the Toilet Prince by insipidenvy

This is my favorite fic from insipidenvy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know how I am a slut for Royalty AUs so that’s why!!!!! Also Toilet Prince!! hahahaha such a good nickname lmao. I love how they bond over their insecurities, it’s very relatable tbh. 

Between Wind and Water by WingSongHalo  ( @wingsonghalo )

My beautiful Wing always delivering the good Hananene content, as she should!! This fic is so fun to read!! I laughed so hard at Nene and Hanako being awkward with each other!!! So you know how Hanako is super clingy with Nene, he’s always touching & hugging her, but this time something weird happens and he’s so distant~~ Nene doesn’t want to admit it at first, but she misses his clingy ghost boy~~ you’ll have a good time reading this for sure!  

The Monster's Bride by Hammsters ( @uglierdaikon )

Have you heard about the myth of Cupid and Psyche? Well this fic rewrites it in a very Hananene way <3 hehe I loved it so much (as I’m a huge fan of mythology~) To sum it up, Nene is fated to marry a monster that lives in the mountains so she’s devastated... to her surprise, her husband is far from what she expected... she only had one rule to obey and well... we all know how reckless Nene is so... you go find out what happens next now!! hehehe

Morning Reflections by FalalalaLa  ( @miss-sternennacht )

So you’ve heard of Hanako watching Nene sleep, but what about Nene watching Amane sleep???!! this fic offers you this and so much more fluff <3 Also Nene remembering how they met and how their relationship evolved during the years, aww <3 

Cursed Coin by DaikonSenpai  ( @daikonsenpai )

There’s a school dance, Yashiro’s supposed to be dancing with Kou (since she can’t go with Hanako, which causes him to be jelly~~ and bitter), but she loses a coin Aoi gave her for good luck so she goes out and searches for it on the last place she saw it, the school fountain. Suddenly Hanako spots her, what’s she doing outside??? is she drunk or something?? what happens next you may find out when you read it~~~

Between Love and Hope by Baronesscmd (SweeterThanYourDarkestSin) ( @baronesscmd )

Oh to be Nene and get to sleep between the Yugi twins... God really has favorites uh... ISTG, this collection of fics is so cute. I love how Nene loves the twins so much in this AU, they have their little cute family. She ofc is in love with Amane, but their relationship with Tsukasa is so tender... it’s mostly this trio having fluffy moments together to heal your soul... if you need some, you’ll get it here for sure hahaha. 

Ghost of You (And All the Futures We've Forgotten) by Indigo_Floof  milkteamoon  ( @indigosienna , @spades-queen )

So anon you may have been wondering, well this bitch likes fluff only???? how about some angst for a change, uh? DAMN, OKAY THEN, here you have some angst to rip your soul out and wish you never sent me this ask in the 1st place, bec of the emotional damage this fic will leave you sdajjsa, also if you liked “Erased”, you’ll love this fic too! 

Hanako of the Opera by zxrstan

Finally, but not less important, me being annoying about Hanako of the Opera & POTO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fic is based of the AU Aidairo created mostly, it’s really fun to read if you didn’t get much of what was happening during the Hanako of the Opera event, it has a nice ending also! very satisfying I must say. 

AAAAND THIS IS THE END OF MY ALL TIME FAV LIST OMG;;;; Kudos for me for searching through all my damn AO3 and Google Chrome history (from both my PC and phone, since I am a FOOL and forgot my AO3 password so I read a lot of these in the past as a guest before recovering my password LMAO, please be patient with me omg, and also if you see me bookmarking them now, you know why 😭) 

Kudos to all of my writer homies as well, I love and appreciate all of you so much!! you have no idea! 💖

I hope you find this list useful, anon!! Thank you for sending me this ask and have a wonderful day! 

Ps. Please everyone feel free to add more fics to this list if you want! this is all my personal picks, but I’m aware there are a lot more fics that I haven’t read and deserve as much recognition as the ones I listed!