#we all barked and he nodded and gave us a thumbs up

[cryiling]

yoongi telling us "let me hear you scream. more. more. more." HELLO IM !?????

[thebearer]

i'll be so happy loving you |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: a two for one special- the proposal and the elopement :) or how you and carmen get married.

contains: language, alludes to sexual references, some smut at the end but not super graphic. mainly just lovey dovey fluff!!!

Six Weeks Earlier 

“Looks pretty in here, bear.” You hum, looking around the newly renovated restaurant. “I love that painting.”  Now that The Bear was bringing in some revenue, Carmen and Sydney could decorate more how they envisioned, tiny touches that made the place dazzle- look and feel more like how they dreamed it would be. 

“Yeah? Like it better than the old one?” Carmen grinned, arms looping around your waist, cheek pressed lazily to your own. 

You melted into his touch, nodding gently. “Yeah. Much better.” You turn so your noses are nearly touching. “A lot better than that watercolor piece.” 

Carmen snorted. “Yeah, I told Sugar it looked weird. Told her we needed fuckin’ abstract or somethin’.” 

You looked at the painting, a configuration of muted lines and colors that somehow fit the aesthetic of the restaurant perfectly. “Yeah, I think everyone will like it. Looks perfect.” You mutter, lips brushing against Carmen’s cheek for a sweet kiss. He shouldn’t have flustered so easily, but how could he not? When you kissed him, looked at him, loved him this way. 

“So what’s on the menu for tonight?” You asked, turning in Carmen’s arms, lazily looping your own around his neck. 

“We’re closed tonight.” Carmen hoped you couldn’t feel the pounding in his heart, running his clammy hands down your waist while your brows knitted together. “Got a private event.” 

“Private event? Ooh, very fancy, chef.” You quipped. “How did I miss that? I swear it wasn’t on the calendar-” 

“-It wasn’t.” Carmen said quickly, far too quickly to be cool and unsuspecting like he’d hoped. You pulled back, a little shocked at his tone, his hands pulling you back to him, running soothingly down your spine. “I mean… It's a private party. A sort of celebration just for all of us. For the staff. Since we’ve been, uh, doin’ so good.” 

You paused for a moment, eyes darting all over his face, trying desperately to read his expression. Carmen hoped you couldn’t see through him, hoped that the lie Richie made him rehearse would work on you. Hoped he wouldn’t ruin this like he ruined everything else. 

“That’s sweet.” Your pursed lips melted into a smile. “I think that’ll be really nice, Carm. That’s very sweet. They deserved it. You deserve it, Carm.” 

Carmen blushed, letting his eyes fall down between the two of you. He was still getting used to that, after all this time, the sweet compliments you gave him freely. Not as an apology or to get something out of him- use it to control him like others had. 

“You deserve it too, y’know.” Carmen could feel his chest beating, rising and stomach turning the way it did when his heat rate picked up. The rational voice in his head was telling him there was nothing to be worried about, but it was a hushed whisper compared to the roar of “what if’s” and self doubting screams that took over. 

Your lips curled in a little smile. You didn’t agree, but you didn’t argue either. Carmen could feel the lurch of his heart flutter back down into his chest. “So, I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

You laughed, brows lifting in amusement. “Oh? It’s a date? Thought this was staff appreciation.” 

“More like a fancy kinda family.” Carmen schmoozed you easily. “But one where you should maybe wear that dress? Or really, whatever you want, but ya know… I’ll be dressed up and so will everyone else. It’s stupid, but-but I wanted it to be nice like the real experience sorta thing-” 

“-Carm,” You cut off his rambling with a hand cradling his jaw, thumb gliding over the stubble on his chin. “I think it’s really sweet. I’ll dress up. Thanks for giving me a heads up. I don’t want to be a jack off in jeans.” 

“A what?” Carmen barked out a laugh. “A jack off?” You frowned, nodding slightly. Carmen bit back his laugh, lips pulling in a wide smile. “It's a jag-off, baby. Gotta let it roll off the tongue.” 

You blushed, rolling your eyes at him to hide your own embarrassment. “You’re a jagoff, Berzatto.” You jammed your finger into his chest, leaving him laughing. 

Present 

“This is it.” Carmen muttered, pushing the creaking door of the house open. You looked around the room, dimly lit with creaking planks of wood for floors. House plants everywhere and the sound of the waves rolling gently on the water outside when the boats cruised by. 

“This is it, hm?” You grinned, looking around while Carmen set the bags down by the door, nervously tracking you. 

“Yeah. It-It’s not a lot, baby, I told you it wouldn’t be. But I-I just… Wait until you see the view in the morning or-or at sunset, when it goes down over the water it’s so clear, you won’t believe it-” 

“-Carmen,” You laughed lightly, a grin so wide your cheeks were hurting. “It’s perfect. Cute, I love it.” You giggled, pushing the blinds open to let the light in. Carmen’s chest aches with the release of tension from hearing that- that you liked it. 

“So where’s this cat?” You hum, ducking under the table and couch to look, eyes scanning the small space of the boat house. 

“The cat that doesn’t exist?” Carmen snorted lightly. 

“You and Marcus say that but I know it’s here.” You hum, scanning the room for a cat door, anyway that the animal might come in and out. “Probably just scared of the two of you.” 

“Kinda the charm of this place, honey. You don’t see the cat. Just feed the invisible cat and water the plants.” Carmen was beaming, watching your frame illuminated by the bright Denmark sun shining in through the windows. 

“Hm, I’m gonna see this cat before I leave.” You declared, checking the cabinets, the hall closets- all the places your own cat liked to hide. Anchovy, you and Carmen’s precious boy, found in the dumpster outside of The Bear. 

Carmen’s lips quipped in a smirk. “I wanna see your cat. How about that, hm?” It was corny, cheesy, made you cringe and laugh and gag exaggeratedly all at the same time; which is exactly why he said it. Arms wrapping around your waist, he pulled you close, lips hovering over yours. 

“Carm,” You sighed gently, a trace of a giggle following with the breathy moan that hitched in your throat when his hands kneaded the fat of your ass. “Thought we had to meet your friend later? I still have to get ready and shower-” 

“-We got two hours, baby.” Carmen purred, tongue running over your bottom lip teasingly, feeling you tense under his touch. “C’mon, we got time. I’ll take a shower with you, too. Save time.” 

You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes. He was insatiable, and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you here, back at the “most beautiful fuckin’ place on Earth” according to Carmen. He looked so good, so pretty. The way the sunlight would catch in his eyes. They were brighter here, bluer. You didn’t know how that was possible, but it was, and it left you clinging to his hand while you strolled down the street, gazing into his eyes positively dopey and love drunk. 

“You gotta be quick.” You pointed at him with an exaggerated glare, already giving in. “Not like last night. We almost missed our flight, bear.” 

“But we didn’t.” Carmen grinned, his breath hot when it trailed down your cheek to your jaw, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in its wake, hands tilting your head back gently to get to your neck. 

Carmen walked you back towards the kitchen table, hands gripping and sliding down your waist up to your neck. “You just look s’pretty. My pretty girl.” 

You blushed, enveloping his lips fully, letting yourself melt into him, maybe he was melting into you- the two of you molding into each other, fusing together like it was your only purpose in life. Your legs around his waist, lying back on the rickety oak table that Carmen assured “It’ll be fine, just relax, baby. I got ya.” His hand in yours while he rolled deeply inside of you, skin to skin, a chorus of whines and mewls mixing in harmony in the kitchen. 

Six Weeks Earlier 

“Oh, looks like we’re early.” You look around the restaurant. The tables were set and lights dim, but only you and Carmen seemed to be the ones in it. 

“Uh, they-they finished late, but, uh, they’ll be here.” Carmen stuttered, hands running down the front of his pants again, eyes darting around the room. 

Your eyes narrowed lightly, but shook it off. Carmen was nervous, he had been for weeks. You thought it was because of the restaurant’s new Michelin star holder status, or maybe because of the countless interviews and press that came with it. Still, that had been weeks ago, the press had died down slightly, and Carmen was still anxious. 

“Ah, good evening, folks.” Richie beamed, sliding behind the hostess stand. “How are the two of you this fine night?” 

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Great, Richie. How are you?” You played along. 

“I am having a lovely night, even better not that you are here.” Richie schmoozed, leaving you snorting lightly at his dramatics. “Right this way.” 

“So what time does everyone get here?” You ask, sliding into the booth. 

“Oh, they’ll be here soon.” Richie said easily, calming your suspicions. “I'll go ahead and get you two started while you wait.” 

“So you didn’t get the night off?” You laugh gently. 

“Someone’s gotta take care of everything, sweetheart.” Richie shrugged. “Champagne? Or is that too early?” 

Carmen’s eyes flashed at Richie. “I just want water, Cousin.” 

If there was any hostility, Richie didn’t seem to notice, simply turning to you. “And for the lovely lady?” 

“Uh, I’m good with water for now too.” You nodded. “I’ll wait until everyone else gets here.” 

“Wonderful.” Richie grinned, eyes cutting in a glare towards Carmen’s. “I’ll be back with that for the two of you.” 

You waited until Richie was gone, turning to Carmen carefully. “Hey, what was that?” You asked. 

“What?” Carmen tried to appear calm and chill, his body tensing beside you. “What-What was what?” 

Your brows furrowed. “Carmen… Are you ok?” You asked, reaching out to grab his hand lightly. His hands were clammy, tensing in yours, and pulling away quickly to wipe the perspiration on his jeans. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”

“No.” Carmen shook his head furiously. He felt like he might throw up and sob at the same time. Felt like his own heart might just give out entirely. “I’m fine, baby, I promise. I’m just… I’m still trying to figure out the summer menu. Make sure it’s good because we’ve never done that before. That’s what we’re trying tonight, and-and I just hope it’s good, ya know?” It wasn’t a total lie, Carmen was worried about the menu and you were testing it tonight. 

You seemed to believe him, his chest loosening when you scooched closer to him, cuddled together in the booth. “It’ll be good. You know it will, bear.” You hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, laughing when you pulled apart. “Shit, I’m sorry I forgot I have lipstick on.” You giggle, wiping the imprint away lightly off his blushing cheeks. 

“Sorry for the wait.” Richie hummed, dropping the two waters off easily with the new starter for you to try. A classic Mediterranean salad and pita spruced up “Sydney style” as you would say. The term had caught on in the kitchen, finding its way into the names and actions done there. Carmen loved it. Loved the way you said it, the way the staff said it, that it came from you. 

“I’ll leave this here, and I’ll be back with the first course.” Richie smiled. 

“Richie, why don’t you sit with us and try it until the others get here?” You nodded to the spot beside you. 

Carmen froze and so did Richie, the two of them looking at each other for only a moment- but it was a moment too long. Your suspicions rose again, eyes flickering between the two of them. “Ya know, I would love to, but I gotta help the newbies in the kitchen.” Richie said easily. “Gotta make sure they got everything covered. I’m head chef tonight.” 

You didn’t laugh or roll your eyes like you normally would. Instead, you glared at him lightly. Richie’s eyes flashed to Carmen’s. “Alright, well, uh, if the two of you need anything? I’m your guy, alright?”

You waited until he was back in the kitchen, Carmen’s eyes focused on the food, knee bouncing furiously under the table. “Carmen, look at me.” You demanded, turning to him fully. His eyes lifted hesitant towards yours, wide and round like a child caught coloring on the walls. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Nothin’, baby, I promise.” Carmen said quickly, trying to soothe you but his rigid, frantic tone didn’t help. 

“Carmen-” 

“-It’s nothing.” Carmen said, matching your firm tone. “Just Richie bein’... I dunno what the fuck he’s doin’. Pissin’ me off.” Carmen grumbled, shaking his head. 

“Did you two get in a fight or something?” You pressed. “Is that why you’re being weird?” 

Carmen blinked. “Yes.” He blurted. That wasn’t true, not even remotely. He and Richie had been getting along great, actually, for once. But if it would throw off your suspicions, then he’d gladly throw Richie under the bus- this once. 

“Oh.” You frowned lightly. “Why? I thought you guys were getting along?” 

“You know how Richie is.” Carmen rolled his eyes for emphasis. “He just… He can’t keep his fuckin’ mouth shut.” 

“What did he say?” You asked, reaching for the pita, scooping it in the blended dip of sorts. 

“Just… It was stupid and gross. I really don’t want to talk about it.” Carmen shook his head. “I don’t wanna talk about him. Wanna talk to you. How is it?” 

You hummed, chewing lightly. “Amazing. As always.” You beamed proudly at Carmen. “I told you it would be. You’re the best, bear.” 

Carmen blushed, chewing on his own piece. It was good. Sydney had found the perfect balance, she always did. “Well, this is Syd, not me. Can’t take the credit for this one.” 

“Mm, I thought it tasted very Sydney style.” You giggled. 

“Yeah,” Carmen nodded, hoping you didn’t see the way his hands shook when he took a sip of water. He could barely eat, barely drink around the lump in his throat. “She did most of this, but, uh, I did the dessert.” 

“You did?” You gawked gently. “Not Marcus?” 

“No.” Carmen nudged you lightly. “Well, he helped a little. But it was mostly me. He said I could take the credit on this one” 

“That bad, huh?” You laughed. “Marcus doesn’t even want to put his name on it? Yikes.” 

Carmen rolled his eyes, grinning fondly at you. “I think you’ll like it.” 

You eyed him playfully. “Well, I have high hopes, Berzatto.” 

Me too. Carmen thought, shoving another torn piece of pita in his mouth, hand rubbing anxiously over his pocket again. 

Present 

“So the two of you met in school?” You ask, hand on Carmen’s knee under the table, lightly rubbing over his slacks soothingly. 

“Yes. And he was so much better than me, I thought about dropping out every single day.” Luca grinned playfully at Carmen. “You know, that’s why I went to pastry? Because I knew I’d never compete with Carmen in the other areas, but making a tart? I could outdo him on a tart.” 

“I could never get the crust right.” Carmen shrugged. “Could never figure out how to get it flaky enough. Used to drive me fuckin’ insane.” 

Luca grinned smugly, refilling his own glass of wine. “Well, your chef, Marcus, has got it. Might have it even better than me. Real talent on that one.” 

“Yeah.” Carmen beamed. “He’s good. Real good.” 

“He is.” Luca nodded, before looking over at you. “I’m sorry, darling, I don’t want to be rude, talking about all this cooking nonsense. I’m sure you’ve had enough of that back home.” 

“Oh, no. I love to hear about it.” You beamed, reassuringly. “I wish I could cook like that. You can ask Carm, I’m a hopeless cook. Horrible at it.” 

“No, you’re not, c’mon.” Carmen shook his head lightly at you. “She’s good. Can make a better grilled cheese than any of us.” 

Luca grinned at your blush, the way Carmen pulled you into his side lovingly. It was good to see Carmen like this. The last time, right after Mikey’s death, Carmen was dull. It worried Luca. Carmen had always been tightly wound, anxious, meticulous to a fault, but it seemed to get more extreme- damaging. It was refreshing to see him now. Luca could hardly recognize him, the relaxed, cool man in front of him. No ounce of competition in his tone, his guard down for once. Here with you; happy with you. 

“So, I hope I’m not overstepping, but I have to ask.” Luca said, leaning forward on the table gently. “Why here? Why not at home for the two of you? Not that I mind, at all, of course. I’m honored, but I have to know why here?” 

You looked at Carmen, lashes batting lightly. “Well, Carmen always said it was the most beautiful place he’d ever been. Marcus, too. And… I dunno, I’d always wanted to come, so we figured why not?” 

“This place has always been good for me, ya know?” Carmen muttered, his knee bouncing lightly. “I-I… nothin’ bad has ever happened here like it has other places.” He didn’t need to say it, you both knew. “It’s always been good, and-and I wanna keep the good. We’re already good, I just wanna do it somewhere good, too.” 

Luca nodded slowly, lifting his own wine glass up to the two of you. “Well, then; to keeping the good.” He grinned, his glass clinking against your own when they touched. “And I’m honored to be a part of this, really.” 

“Thank you for bein’ a part of it.” Carmen said, jaw clenched with emotion. “Means a lot, Luca. I, uh, I-I really-” 

“Don’t mention it, friend. I’m happy to. Excited, really, for the two of you.” Luca nodded warmly. 

“We are too.” You grin, beaming up at Carmen lovingly. 

“Yeah… yeah we are.” Carmen hummed, hand sliding down your hip and squeezing it gently. 

Six Weeks Earlier 

“I think it’s great, but you know me, bear. I’d eat chicken tenders every day if I could.” You giggled. 

“Still?” Carmen beamed, eyes dazzling in amusement, huddled into you in the booth like you two were the only two in the restaurant- and well, you were. You hadn’t seemed to notice, thankfully. 

“Thought I finally got you outta that?” Carmen teased. 

“Nuh-uh, no way, bear. I’m still a tender defender-” 

“-Tender defender?” Carmen howled in laughter. 

“Yes! I love chicken tenders, and frankly, your disdain for them is off putting, Berzatto. You should love and appreciate all foods, Mr. Michelin star Chef of the year.” You tickled his side lightly, making him squirm gently, a little blushy under your praise. 

“Yeah, maybe not tenders. Nuggets? I can get behind nuggets.” Carmen hummed, his smile falling gently when he saw Richie come out, holding the small covered tray. His heart hammered, feeling his stomach turn while you still giggled beside him. 

“And dessert is here.” Richie said smoothly, eyes cutting to Carmen’s. 

“Ooh, what is it?” You asked, reaching over to pull the cloche off. 

“Eh, eh, hold on.” Richie pulled it away gently. “The Chef,” His eyes cut dramatically to Carmen’s. “Wants it to be a surprise. Wants to surprise you himself.” 

You looked at Carmen, an amused grin on your lips. “Oh, does he?” You quip. 

Richie winked at Carmen, backing away. “Enjoy, you two.” 

Carmen waited until the doors shut to look at you, sure his heart was going to stop entirely. “So?” You lifted a brow, a finger tracing the bottom plate lightly. “What’s the big surprise?” 

Carmen’s heart fluttered in his chest at your smile, wiping his hands one more time on his pants before he grasped the lid, a white knuckled grip so his shaking would still. “You, uh, you remember how Marcus was talking that one time about the cake he had in Copenhagen? And how-how it was the best thing he’d ever had?” Fuck, he was stuttering, his mind racing, and his hands were clamming all over again. 

“Yeah, the sponge one, right?” You asked, nodding gently. 

“Yeah, yeah, that’s the one.” Carmen nodded. “So, uh, I was thinking… You should try it.” 

“Oh?” You grinned, eyes flashing to him excitedly. “Is that what this is? Carmen, that’s so sweet-” 

“-No.” Carmen shook his head, watching your face fall in confusion. “Fuck, I mean, yeah, it is- it’s- I’m just-” Carmen took a deep breath, trying to still his nerves, stop his ramblings. “I think you should try it for yourself,” His hands shook when he pulled the lid off, revealing the plate. 

You gawked, looking at the tiny sponge cake, covered in a thin layer of chocolate separating the many layers, a dollop of cream of some sorts on top. But that wasn’t what caught your eye. No, it was the two tickets sticking out of the top, plane tickets to Copenhagen. 

“Carmen…” You gasped lightly, looking at him with bright eyes that made his heat leap. 

“I think you should get to try it for yourself, there.” Carmen grinned. “I-I want us to go together and try it.” 

“Carmen, oh my god, this is-this is just… You’re so fuckin’ sweet.” You grin, hands grabbing his cheeks, pulling him into you in a hard kiss. One that had his mind stilling, body melting to yours. Kissing you always made him feel like that. Like he had no other purpose than to just kiss you, and to him, maybe he didn’t. 

“This is so sweet. I-I can’t wait!” You squealed, hugging him tightly. “Oh, I want to go to that restaurant your friend works at! And maybe we could go to those gardens? I saw them on TikTok and I’ve wanted to go so badly since then.” 

Carmen nodded, your head on his chest, he was sure now that you could hear his heart still hammering. “Yeah, yeah, we can do that. Whatever you want to do.” His eyes closed, taking a cleansing breath. Carmen looked at you, the excitement in your eyes. It’s now or never, Berzatto. Let it rip. 

“There’s, uh, o-one more thing I’d like to do.” Carmen shuddered, sliding away from you gently, his hand slipping in his pocket as casually as he could. 

You were bubbly, positively giddy with excitement, you didn’t even notice it. “Yeah? What else? Anything, baby.” 

Carmen fought back a tiny laugh, his sweaty hand clasped in front of you, free one taking your hand. “I, uh, I-I… I wanna marry you?” 

Your breath hitched, body stilling. You were sure you’d heard him wrong, grip tightening in his. “W-What?” 

Carmen’s hand opened slowly, revealing the ring, dazzling even in the low light of the restaurant. Your breath hitched, falling out of your lungs sharply at the sight. 

“I wanna marry you.” Carmen repeated, steadier this time even of the rapid fire beats of his heart. “I mean, I want to marry you even if it’s not there, but-but we talked about a destination wedding if we ever did… And-And I… I can’t imagine living another day without you. I have never loved anything- anyone the way I loved you. Never been loved the way you love me, and… I want to do it every single day for the rest of my life.” 

Your lip wobbled, tears pricking your eyes as Carmen picked up the ring, holding it between his pointer and thumb. Your eyes flickered back to his. “You're the best person I’ve ever met; I ever will meet, baby. You’re-you’re fun, and you’re caring and sweet, and you always are so good to me. Even when I don’t deserve it.” 

“Carm-” 

“-No, I mean it. You are. You are the best. And I love you so much, it-it makes my fuckin’ chest hurt sometimes how much I love you.” Carmen let out a breathy laugh. Your own watery laugh bubbled out of your chest, making your lip wobble, tears streaming down your face. 

“I want to go to Copenhagen with you, and-and I want to go to France with you, and- fuck, I wanna go everywhere and do everything with you for the rest of my life.” Carmen rambled, his own eyes glassy when they looked into yours. 

He said your name, letting each syllable roll off his tongue, your own heart squeezing with joy. “Will you marry me?” 

Your throat felt strangled with emotions, a wet sniffle and a tiny squeak of a cry falling from your lips. “Yes.” You nodded, your own hand shaking in his. “Yes, Carm, yes. I’ll marry you, yes.” 

“Yes?” Carmen was sure he was hallucinating; dreaming, maybe. Had to be. But yet, there you were, wiping your eyes, nodding and giving a watery laugh that had his heart aching in the best way. 

“Yes, Carmen, are you kidding me? Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you.” You muttered, your hands finding his jaw easily, pulling him for another kiss that had his head reeling, a small sob passing through his lips onto yours. 

Carmen fumbled through his own teary sniffles, hands shaking with adrenaline when he slipped the ring on, your foreheads pressed together. “Holy shit, it’s… it’s beautiful, Carmen.” You gawked, pulling the ring up to see it. The design, the cuts, it screamed Carmen in the best way- made your lip quiver all over again. 

“Yeah? I-I designed it, and I just… It looked like something you’d like.” Carmen muttered, turning to wipe his eyes. 

“I love it.” You beam. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” Carmen whispered, hands cradling your wet cheeks, moving sweetly back to you. 

“So,” Richie’s voice interrupted, halting the two of you. You turned, seeing the staff standing excitedly behind him. “Do you want the champagne now?” 

Present 

The ceremony was a whirlwind. The two of you, standing hand in hand in the Copenhagen City Hall. Carmen in a suit, sans tie, a blue gray sort of jacket that made his eyes pop even more, if that was possible. You,  in your wedding dress, casual and short but still so pretty. You knew when you saw it that it was the one. A tiny veil and a bouquet of flowers, Carmen had surprised you with this morning, your ring dazzling. 

Luca passed you the ring, a warm smile when you took it, repeating the vows to Carmen before you slipped it on his inked finger. A couple signatures and a kiss later, and the two of you were married- married. The photographer you’d hired snapped photos in the garden out front, Luca gifted you a bottle of Jouet and well wishes. 

Carmen carried you through the threshold, insisted on it, scooping you up and kicking the door open while you squealed and giggled. The two of you were giddy, climbing on a high of adrenaline and oxytocin. 

Carmen kissed you in the kitchen, his wife. His hand cradled your cheeks, your hand slipping over his, rings scratching lightly- metal on metal. A reminder that it was real- this was real. 

For the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto. 

For the first time tangled in the sheets with his wife. Feeling your lips against his, your fingers in his hair, diamond scratching his scalp when your fists curled. His ring left an imprint on your thighs when he gripped them. 

Carmen’s head was buried between your thighs, lapping at your dripping heat like his heart might give out if he didn’t. “Oh! Carm, right there, right there…” You hummed, eyes fluttering, and back arching off the creaking bed. You didn’t care that it shook, part of you hoped you'd break it. 

Carmen could barely hear, your thighs clamped around his head like earmuffs. He was in his own ecstasy driven state, high off the day's events and his love for you, mindlessly lapping at you until he felt your hands push him away. 

“What?” Carmen panted, your slickness coating his mouth, pupils blown with lust. “What’s wrong?” 

“Look,” You whispered, pointing to the corner of the room. 

Carmen turned, hands still gripping your thighs, neck craning to see. There at the edge of the door, two blinking eyes gazed back at him. An orange tabby, perched and clicking back at the two of you curiously. 

“No fuckin’ way.” Carmen muttered, cheek resting against your thigh lightly. 

You giggled, running a hand through his hair. “Told you! He’s probably just scared of you.” You hummed. 

Carmen snorted lightly, standing to coax the cat out gently before he shut the door. He didn’t need you distracted or worse; the cat jumping up on the bed while you two were going at it. 

“Can’t believe that fuckin’ cat’s real.” Carmen grinned, shaking his head lightly. 

“He’s just scared of you and Marcus. I must have good energy.” You beamed playfully. 

Carmen rolled his eyes, pushing you back lightly on the bed. “Just lay back f’me, alright? Let me take care of you, baby.” 

You purred, hips grinding into his touch. “Yes, Mr. Berzatto.” You giggled, back arching when he licked a long, flat tongue stripe through your drenched folds. Copenhagen was better than you could have imagined, even better now. Weeks later, you’d frame the photo of the two of you in the garden, grinning fondly at the memory. At your husband. At your life together with him now and forever.

[mysicklove]

Pairings: Drunk! Bachira x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Just a silly little fic where reader has to take care of her lovely, very intoxicated (and horny) bf

A/N: Very self-indulgent. I had a lot of fun writing this, even if its a little pointless and I have little ppl reading my bllk stuff

Bachira is a lightweight. Sure the muscles he gained from the years of soccer helped him just a little, but other than that, after three drinks he is a goner. Some nights he cries about everything he sees, others he's laughing till he physically can't anymore. You'll never know what you'll get, but either way, he has to be watched 24/7.

And of course, his friends like to use this against him. In a couple of days it is his birthday, so the boys took him out drinking to celebrate. You didn't mind, it's not like your boyfriend would ever do anything too bad while intoxicated. Besides, you threatened Isagi enough to watch over him.

Of course, the knocking on your apartment door did not sound like a good sign. Nor Isagis slightly slurred, "Y/N! Open up!"

You sigh, and stand up from your spot on the couch to hear Kunigamis gruff, "Dude be nice!"

"Please open up?"

"We are at Y/Ns house? Woaahhhhh!"

You open the door to see Kunigami, Isagi, and of course your boyfriend. He is being held up by the two, his head lolled to the side and a lazy grin on his face.

You raise your eyebrows at Isagi in particular. He knew how easily Bachira gets drunk. "Really?"

"Hey don't look at me! Kunigami was the one who gave him shots!"

Your mouth flies open and you turn to the orange-haired man. "You gave him shots? Are in insane? He gets tipsy off a sip of alcohol!"

"Y/NNNNN," Bachira whines, trying to wave at you from the hands on the two's shoulders. You half-heartedly wave back, looking back to the other two for an explanation.

Kunigami leans forward to get a look at Isagi. "How was I know he was a lightweight?"

Isagi points a thumb at you. "He was crying about how he missed her after two drinks!"

Before Kunigami could argue, Bachira tries to reach out for you, and goes toppling forward. All three of you guys catch him, your hand on his chest to try and steady him. "You caught me!" He giggles to you, smiling as his forehead bumps yours.

"Yeah no, we caught you. Y/N, do you think you can handle him?" Isagi says glancing at you, hoping you aren't too mad.

You sigh, and manage to wrap an arm around your shoulder. He leans his head onto your shoulder, trying to get as close to you as possible. He was so clingy when drunk. "Yeah yeah. I'm fine. He isn't too heavy."

The boys both sigh in relief and help pass him on to you. You turn around and wave them goodbye. They nod and apologize before you shut the door. You hear Kunigami mumble something about how this trip was sobering him up.

"Let's get you to clean up and to bed, hmm?" You sigh, rubbing his hair affectionately and beginning to drag him to the bathroom. It was harder than you thought, considering he was basically putting all his weight on you, and cuddling up to you.

"I had fun tonight!"

"Yeah?" You respond, maneuvering him to sit on the closed toilet seat. He nods his head, it's slow and wobbly, but cute.

"But I—But then I was like.....Like where is Y/N? I miss Y/N." Both of his hands are planted in between his slightly spread legs, and he's swaying from side to side. "And they were getting mad at me!"

An amused smile pulls at your face as you open the cupboard and pull out a soft light blue headband. "What did they say?" You say, placing the headband over his face, and then back up again to remove his bangs from his face.

He touches the headband, while his eyebrows slightly furrow. "Hmmmm...They said—Oh! They said I was being dramatic! And I was soooooo confused. Because I am not dramatic, Isagi is the dramatic one!"

You bark a small laugh as you use a wet rag to damp his face with water. "I like your laugh," He mumbles, head falling forward onto your stomach. You prop him back up and he pouts at you but doesn't say anything.

You grab the face wash and foam it up, before turning back to him and spreading it on his face. He blinks up at you and smiles at the proximinity. "You are so pretty, Y/N"

"Thanks, Meguru. Can you close your eyes for me? I don't want to get soap in them." He obeys with a hum and begins to sway again, but this time it seems more purposeful as if he was just happy to be there.

'Y'know, I think I like you. Like really really really like you," He chirps, leaning into your touch, and allowing his face to get massaged by the soap.

You laugh at him, a grin plastered on your face. "Weird...Cause I happen to really really really like you too." His eyes fly open with his smile. "Close them."

"Oooooh so demanding. I like that too."

You ignore him, instead grabbing the washcloth and beginning to remove the soap from his face. "So I was thinking....." He opens his eyes when he feels you dab at his forehead.

You can tell he is looking at you to prompt him. "Yeah?"

"Wellllllllll, I think tonight. Well actually! And tomorrow and after tomorrow and the day after—"

"Meguru," You warn, cutting off his ramblings.

He giggles at you. "We should have sex!"

You pull off his headband and set it back away, trying to fight back the smile. "You are a horny drunk. It's not happening tonight, that's for sure."

He lets out a loud dramatic whine and stands up, wobbling over to you. "But whyyyyy. It's my birthday! And I am not drunk!"

You watch him stumble over his feet and raise an eyebrow. Before he could fall you grab at his side and lead him back down to the toilet. You hand him a glass of water. "Drink."

He takes a couple gulps of water under your watchful gaze, before cringing from the lack of air, and slamming it back on the counter. He immediately goes back to the conversation before. "Whyyyyyy. But I like—No love you! This is what people who are dating do!"

"Because you are drunk. Your breath smells like straight alcohol. And your birthday is not for another two days, egoist."

"I am going to brush my teeth. And then—You!" He jabs a finger in your face. "Will meet me!" Finger flips around to point at himself. "In the bed in five minutes. Where we!" He rotates the finger back and forth between the two of you. "Will make love."

You nod at him, patting his head in a teasing way. "Lets work on the first task. And I will think about it."

He seems to like this answer, eyes lighting up. "Really?"

"Sure," You say, knowing its definitely not happening. You grab his toothbrush and lather it with toothpaste.

"Oh my—I just remembered something."

"Hmm?" You mumble, putting water on the bristles.

"I got hit on at the bar!" He giggles, looking up at you with a grin.

You narrow your eyes and cock your head to the side. It's not like you were worried about it, but still, it was not something to hear about it. "She said—Wait. What did she say? Oh! Oh! She said I was "totes adorbs" Isn't that funny, Y/N? She was a foreigner!"

You didn't think it was too funny. You hand him the toothbrush, but he doesn't take notice to it, still immersed in the story. "But hey! Guess what."

"What?"

"I said I was married. And coming back home to my wife. My wife as in you! You are my wife. Er-um, pretend wife, who will be my real wife soon!" He rambles on, leaning forward toward you to hopefully coax out some approval.

You indulge him, smiling at him. "Good job, my pretend husband," You tease, ruffling up his hair gently. "Now, brush your teeth."

He nods, plunging the toothbrush into his mouth and getting to work. You lead him to the sink and he spits it out and turns to you with approval. You nod at him, and he gives himself a thumbs up in the mirror.

ust when you are about to lead him out of the bathroom, you watch a frown begin to form. Not a good sign. The waterworks were coming. "I missed you so much," He whines gripping onto your shirt, as tears begin to prick at his eyes.

"Wow, Meguru. You really are drunk. C'mon, let's get you to bed," You sigh, hoisting him up and helping him toward the bedroom.

He sniffles at you, leaning into your neck. "Did you not miss me?"

"I missed you desperately," You tease, smiling at him and wiping away the dramatic crocodile tears.

He seems to like this answer, nodding to himself. "Good. Cause I missed you."

"I know, love."

"A lot. I was so so sad." You cover your mouth to hold back the laugh. You didn't want to encourage him even more or make him cry again. "But don't worry! I am happy again!"

"I'm glad." You say as you begin to undress him.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. You said—You said! We weren't doing it tonight. But look at you." You glance up at him in amusement and then tug his sleep shirt on. Once he realizes it, he pouts and looks away.

Then you pull up the covers for him and lead him into bed. He more like trips into the sheets, but you throw a pillow on him, not worried about it.

Finally, you get on your side and tuck yourself in next to him. "Goodnight Meguru, let's hope the hangover isn't too bad."

"I really want to have sex," He turns to you, blinking at you in the dark.

You sigh, pushing a pillow in front of his face. "Maybe tomorrow, you drunk. Goodnight Meguru."

He groans one last time, and you hear him mumble, "Worst birthday gift ever." into the pillow. He falls asleep in less than thirty seconds.

[pleasehelpmeimfying]

For the one I love most.

[FTM!Scaramouche x Male reader.]

{ FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SMT LIKE THIS. Smut with plot!! MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI.} { Warnings: FTMsub!bottom!scaramocuhe/wanderer, non-protective intercourse, oral (scaraussy receiving), top!male!READER, slight fem language, vagina sex, mating press, semi public (?) and much much more :3. }

Scaramouche in the early stages of your relationship was.. was something unique in its own way. He was either clinging onto you like a lost puppy, refusing to leave your side. That unbearable gnawing feeling of fear of being abandoned once more by someone he truly adores inflicting his hallow brain.. That Or he’s just throwing insults at you like you’re some kind of peasant. All in an attempt to find comfort in his own fears and anxiety.

So of course your guy’s sex life was extremely slow. Ironically he was a virgin, never having a thought of touching himself or anything in that manner. But hey that’s Fine! It’s not like you were rushing anything. You understood where the poor puppet was coming from. So being the absolute W partner that you were you waited for scaramouche to come around in that field. You knew that he was trans and frankly that really didn’t stop you from having certain thoughts of him.

So as months went, yalls trust and bond grew. Scaramouche slowly became aware of his growing needs for you… And he absolutely despised it. Whenever you touched his body he felt odd. That weird sensation and faint heartbeats down there was uncomfortable. He wanted to get rid of it but he actually didn’t know if he was actually tweaking out or feeling those dammed emotions. So he went on a silly lil quest to find out what in the holy hell was happing to him!! <3

Let’s skip to where this beautiful man is standing on a near edge of a cliff, looking at the glorious landscape before him. The sunset is at its brightest, the crisp cool air brushes against his small figure. Oh how beautiful the light bounces off his indigo eyes.. in this moment freedom gave his empty heart an overwhelming feeling of warmth. Then, he hears familiar footsteps. It was yours.. your voice faintly calling out his name as you walk just a tad bit closer.

Soon enough you managed to wrap your arms around his waist. Pulling his back close to your chest. There wasn’t much of a height difference between the two of you! Your lover becomes somewhat stiff, slowly but surely becoming more comfortable in the position you placed him in. You hear a scoff as you see how he crosses his arms in a false annoyance. “ <Y/N>, haven’t I told you to not grab me without permission? Whats the use for that insignificante brain of yours when you clearly can’t use it properly ?�� All bark no bite. Typical scaramouche.. you leaned in, whispering a half - assed ‘sorry’ to your lover boy and he could only roll his eyes in disbelief. You began to rub your thumbs on his lower abdomen area and he feels that strange sensation again.

He felt odd. A good kind of odd.. your lover let out a soft gasp as you kept massaging him ever so gently. Course’ you stopped the moment you heard it. Why wouldn’t you?? It was like a little awaking for you. (And scaracoochie too Dw Dw) that faint crimson tint graced Scaramouche’s face and dear seven it was priceless. So you bit your lip as you waited for scaramouche to make a move. You didn’t want to rush into this and (possibly) make your lover feel.. a certain type of way. So you waited. Scaramouche kept feeling sensations down there.. wanting to explore it but he held back. Scared that he was going to fuck up again, he started to overthink this situation. Thinking about how you stopped and trying to piece together a reason why you did. All of his thoughts were halted when you spoke. And you best believe he was LISTENING.

“Can we go further? Could I explore your body more.. throughly?” Scaramouche felt his throat tighten up, lacking a verbal response. So he slowly nodded his head and agreed to this nonsense. Wasn’t long before you slowly slid a few fingers on the side of his shorts and began to pull them down. Leaving him in only his undergarments and top clothing. You could feel yourself get a boner from seeing him surrender completely.

As the sunset was becoming more dim you guided your and his body onto more stable grounding. Finally after moments of getting in a more comfortable position you were now sitting in between his legs trying to figure this out. Should you just go right for it or prep him up??? In the end you decide to tease him a bit. Raising yourself to kiss his lips, then down to his neck as your hands worked on his thighs.

On Scaramouche’s end everything was going fuzzy. He felt his sex throb as he whimpered at each kiss you graced him with. He was SHAKING with excitement. Wrapping his arms around you as you did all the work.. few kisses here and there and he soon felt your hand pull at his undergarment. Revealing his slick covered pussy! The grass was soothing in a way as the wild life made great background noise :3! You moved away from his upper body to his pussy, and you gave it an experimental lick.

He fucking loved that. His hand covering his mouth as his hips leaned more towards your mouth. Of course you took it as a good sign and kept going!! Grabbing his hips as you forced him not to move. You heard him whine as you ate him out. Sucking his puffy hole as the slick got all over your mouth.. he was delicious! The more you went one the higher his whines and whimpers became. He swore he could see stars right now as something felt like it was becoming tighter until- before you know it Scaramouche arched his back beautifully as a loud wail slipped out of him! “ O..OH! Fuck- fuckfuckfuck!! KeE- mMMPH!!♡︎♡︎” Squirt started to gush out of him as it filled your mouth! Tears formed on his eyes as he struggled to stay still, though you were fine though. Licking him him clean and didn’t waste a drop of slick that was provided by your lover

He was already so puffy from just one orgasm ♥︎ how adorable! You raised your head up and leaned towards your lover once more. Shushing him and you placed more kisses around his face.. “shh.. shh it’s okay. We’re just getting started ❣︎.” Quickly you placed two of your fingers in him and Jesus Christ was he warm. His walls kept clamping down on you! As if he was begging you to stuff him full already. Quickly your fingers went in n’ out of his poor pussy! :( making lewd squelching sounds and you scissored the poor boy open. After a while you eventually added four fingers in him :3 stretching him open as you were absolutely sure you were ready to stuff him full.

Of course you took your fingers out and gave him a little break. Deeming him ready you pulled out your cock. It was huge! Almost made Scaramouche snap his legs shut. You aligned it with his hole and slowly inserted it inside him. There was a cute little bulge! “ N-no more!! Gonna cum.. gunna cum! A-Aghh!! P-pleEAAUHGG♡︎♡︎?!” Once your were halfway in you slammed the remains. Completely bottoming out, you were fully inside your lover. His legs going limp and you began to ram in him ☆ sinful squelching noises filled the air as his moans were laced like a beautiful melody.

Soon enough you changed the positions! Lifting his legs up towards his face, having better access to go even deeper! Of course you abused his prostate. Hitting that soft muscle over and over again. Scaramouche body shook, his eyes rolling to the back of his school as he gritted his teeth. Drool slipped through the corner of his moth as he felt his pussy spasm on your cock. Squirting harshly as he clawed his face for some kind of self control ♥︎

He looked so good :3 so beauty as you kept ramming his insides. Of course he became over sensitive! Cumming on your cock for the nth time. Did you get to cum yet! No. And that was okay! Just keep going until you filled your little lover boy to the brim :33

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all this boy bestfriend patrick content is so yummy. it’s like a fun little au

the drama…the tension…YUM i am eating it up

i have so many thoughts…like does reader get jealous too? when does patrick finally tell her? how does their relationship progress after that?

Patrick is open about his jealousy to anyone and everyone who will listen. He will go on dates with girls to try to take his mind off of the fact that you’re on a date of your own and he will talk about you … the entire time.

Patrick will strategically plan a date around yours, desperate to make you jealous. Your date is running late; you’re sitting alone at a booth when in comes Patrick and his new girl-of-the-week. She’s pretty and you’ve met her before—but something about her is pissing you off today.

And you sit up straighter to wave at him. Since when does he wear nicely pressed shirts and why is his hand on her lower back? But he pretends not to see you.

Patrick actually has a good time on the date; they’re laughing and he holds her hand under the table the whole time. Your date showed up twenty five minutes late and you didn’t really pay attention to him. You were busy counting the amount of times Patrick leaned forward to brush his date’s hair away from her face or feigned a laugh at a shitty joke she made.

The next time you and Patrick hang out you’re a complete brat. Giving him the silent treatment, facing away from him in the car in a way that is so deliberate that it’s pissing Patrick off.

“What the fuck did I do?” He asks you.

You shrug. “Why don’t you go to your girlfriend’s house? It’s rude to hang out with other girls when you’re taken.”

Patrick stifles a smile. “My girlfriend? Who would that be?”

“Don’t play stupid.”

“That girl I took to the Italian restaurant?” He asked, holding his hand out for you to give him a sour patch kid.

You gave him four of his least favorite flavor.

“So you knew I was there!” You shove him. “I knew it. Why did you ignore me?” Now your lip is wobbling and god, why are you acting like this and having a fucking temper tantrum? You were on a date too.

“Sweetheart,” Patrick says, mid chew. “We were both on dates.”

“But she’s not your girlfriend?” You ask. You sound so stupid and desperate.

“No. And he’s not your boyfriend?”

You shake your head, until you realize he’s busy looking at the road and he can’t see you. “No he’s not.”

“I’m supposed to go on another date with her tonight.” Patrick says it like a confession. And it’s scary for him to open up this can of worms. His heart is beating out of his chest but the way your eyes were watering, how big and glassy they are—it makes him think maybe he isn’t delusional anymore.

“Oh.” You say, softly.

“But maybe I should take you out.” You didn’t realize where you were, that the car had stopped. He took you to your middle school tennis courts. There was a tree by a picnic table where Patrick had etched your and his name into the bark inside of a heart, 11 years before. You had never seen this before.

“On a date?” You ask. Patrick rubs his thumb over your hand, nodding.

“Yeah, on a date. I’m going to be honest, if I see you go on another date with one of those douchebags that always asks you out you’re gonna have to bail me out of jail.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, but he closes his lips. “Oh, I’d never kiss a girl before taking her out. That’s rude.”

You slap his arm. “You’re a piece of shit.”

And the thing about Patrick is if you asked his former girlfriends and lovers about him they would say he’s annoying and self-centered and not very romantic. But he is for you. And he uses all of the restraint in his body to wait to fuck you. It’s not like you’re not begging him to. He lasts for three weeks and 5 days before he can’t take it anymore.

[yoitsjay]

We Are One Together

Pairings: Hunter x gn reader

Summary: After being courted for so long, you finally understand why Hunter's been doing it. So you say yes

Warnings: a bit of shouting, angry reader for a moment, mostly entirely fluff

Word count: 1,287

It started with small little gifts, like boxes of your favorite sweet treats or savory meals, then little boxes with jewelry would end up at your door, or would be given to you by Hunter himself. By now you had enough jewelry to cover you from head to toe. You knew all of it was from Hunter, but you had no idea as to why he was spoiling you so much.

You had been quite busy today, you and Crosshair were working on making him a new hand, since you were a mechanic and were handy with metals and things like that, building him a hand would be no issue for you. And with Tech’s help to make sure that the hand would connect to the nerves properly, you had no doubt that Crosshair would be able to use this hand with ease.

However as you tinkered with the mechanisms, Crosshairs broke your concentration. “sorry what did you say Cross?” You asked softly, turning to look at him as you set your tools down. “Hunter’s been courting you… it's a Mandalorian tradition that leads to marriage… I asked if you were accepting his proposal.” Crosshair spoke bluntly.

You stared at him for a moment, blinking once before you burst out into laughter. “Hah! your funny Crosshair, i didn’t know you were such a joker.” You snorted, turning back to the metal hand on your desk. However, tech spoke up this time.

“Crosshair is surprisingly correct. Ever since Tantiss, Hunter has been courting you for marriage… I am safe to assume he never told you?” Tech asked, watching as you gripped your tools tightly before standing up. “No Tech. He did not.” You seethed, dropping your tools as you turned to look at the two clones. “I will be back.” You started before walking out of the hut you were working in.

You made your way to Lower pabu towards the dock’s where you knew Hunter would be fishing with Omega. When omega saw you she smiled, however you gave her a look, one she knew well, and she quickly packed up her rod and made an excuse to leave before running off. Hunter raised an eyebrow, turning to watch her run past you, his eyes widening as he saw your arms crossed over your chest, an angry look on your face.

“Uh oh..” He muttered to Batcher, who barked and ran off after Omega.

“So when were you planning on telling me that you were asking me to marry you? huh? at the goddamn alter?!” You raised your voice as you stormed over to him. Hunter rubbed his neck nervously after setting down his fishing rod, a chuckle leaving his lips. “No- i thought- uh… i thought you knew already.” He answered.

You guffawed, shaking your head as you pushed his arm and then poke dhis chest. “How am I supposed to know that you want to marry me if you don't. bloody. ask me!” You exclaimed. Hunter sighed,gently grabbing your hand, giving them a squeeze before placing them on his shoulders, his arms now wrapping around your waist.

“I’m sorry Cyar’ika… i should have told you… and asked properly for you to marry me…” he trailed off, looking away from you with a sad look growing on his face. You sighed, gently cupping his non tattooed cheek in your hand, turning his head so he was looking at you again.

“I would have said yes Hunter, if you just asked.” You whispered, pressing your forehead to his as his eyes widened. “What?” He asked, and in return you grinned. “I said, yes. And I would've said yes months sooner too. I mean don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the gifts, but I don't need jewelry and little gifts for you to know that I love you, and that I'm yours just as you are mine.” You whispered, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone.

“Really?” He asked, and you nodded. “I really didn’t want to have to find out from Crosshair of all the people that you were showering me with gifts and proposing with them. How many times have I accepted one of your gifts and then just never said yes? i mean im not a bird Hunt, i wont shake my feathers to tease you and then fuck another man.” You joked, hearing the slight growl that left his lips when you had mentioned another man.

You rolled your eyes, and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I will marry you Hunter… and now we don’t have to wait anymore, we could have the ceremony tomorrow evening if you wanted.” You breathed out, pulling back slightly as Hunter smiled.

“Or we could have it right now.” He said, and you gave him a quizzical look before he suddenly picked you up in his arms. A squeal fell from your lips and you gripped him tightly as he carried you all the way up to the highest part of upper Pabu, having commed his brothers to get Shep in on the sudden wedding, and to get other guests too.

And soon you and Hunter stood in front of each other underneath the tree, with Shep between you, a grin on his face. His words were blurred to you as you stared into Hunter’s eyes, he grinned at you, gently squeezing your hand to snap you out of your thoughts. “We’re really doing this?” You asked Hunter, and he nodded.

“Yes… as long as you still want to.” He stated, and you just grinned, “of course I do Hunter.” You whispered, raising his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“Alright, repeat after me then…Mhi solus tome, we are one together.”

“Mhi solus tome, we are one together.” you repeated softly, glancing over at the crowd that had formed, seeing Omega’s bright smile only making you more excited

“Mhi solus dhar’tome, we are one when parted.” Hunter started again, and you stared into his eyes once more before repeating.

“Mhi solus dhar’tome, we are one when parted.” you breathed, squeezing Hunter’s hand.

“Mhi me’dinui an, we share all.” He muttered, taking a step closer to you.

“Mhi me’dinui an, we share all.” You grinned, also taking a step closer, your foreheads now pressed together as Hunter spoke the last phrase.

“Mhi ba’juri verde, we will raise warriors.” He muttered, and at that last part your cheeks flushed brightly. You had never thought of having children with Hunter… but these vows, these promises… you’d fulfill with Hunter.

“Mhi ba’juri verde, we will raise warriors.” You repeated finally, before pressing your lips to Hunter’s, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist again, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back as the people of Pabu cheered, as did the bad batch.

Hunter then gently slid a wedding band, engraved with the vows you just spoke, on your ring finger, and you did the same, raising an eyebrow towards him. “Where’d you get these?” You asked him, leaning into him as you walked away from the tree and through the crowd. “I had Tech make them for me… this may have been slightly planned.” He chuckled, and your eyes widened before you slapped his shoulder.

“Hunter!” You scolded, your anger melting into laughter as he laughed with you, sweeping you into his arms as he carried you to his- now your shared home.

“Let’s go make some little warriors.” He whispered in your ear, a soft squeak escaping your lips before it was silenced with a kiss as you reached your home.

It was definitely one way to get married… but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[forasgaard]

hi! can i request (if youre comfortable ofc) an neteyam x reader where neteyam is having a hard time because of his duties and the expectations everyone seems to have when it comes to him, reader notices that he’s not feeling well and they have an vulnerable and comforting moment? thank u.

Hi of course, thank you for that great idea!

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Duties

warnings: fluff, angst, comfort words: 1.6k

Masterlist

"Where's Neteyam?"

I just arrived at the glade where the Sully shed was. Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk sat outside in the grass. The girls made some beaded necklaces and Lo'ak rested next to them, one leg crossed other the other.

"On duty with Dad", Lo'ak shrugged. "I think flying patrol or something."

I sat down next to them. Tuk immediately let go of her work and came to me to hug me. I gave her the tightest hug ever. She was like my little sister. Tuk gave me the necklace she just made. "Here, that's for you!"

"Really? Oh, thank you Tuk, that's amazing!"

Tuk smiled from one ear to another and I heard Kiri chuckle. The necklace was made out of leather. Small colored beads were woven onto them and created a pattern that reminded me of roots around a tree. Tuk helped me put it on and said: "Now Nete will like you even more!"

We had to laugh and I remembered the reason why I came here.

"They often do patrols lately, right?", I asked Lo'ak. He opened his eyes and sat up.

"Yeah, they do that often. You know, because he's the oldest, soon-to-be Olo'eyktan and so on." He rolled his eyes. Kiri laughed at his face.

"Are you jealous?", I frowned. Lo'ak snorted and hesitated for a second. "No, not really. I mean, sure Dad prefers him all the time, which sucks. But I am glad I am not Olo'ektan. It's too much responsibility." He shook his head. "No, Nete will be a better chief than me." He smiled. Kiri joined that conversation: "He is the oldest, so he's gonna be the next chief. That's tradition."

"I know", I said. "But it takes all his time. I barely see him anymore."

Neteyam came home a few minutes later. Training was over. He greeted us and grabbed two fruits from their storge. He threw one to me and nodded into the forest. "Come"

I stood up and followed him.

"Have fun!", called Lo'ak behind us. I ran some few steps to follow Neteyam. "Hey? What's wrong?"

"Nothing" He said and chewed his fruit. We walked silently while eating. I knew, he would open up when he felt ready for it. He always did. And I was right.

"Argh, it's just so unfair!", he cried out and I twitched startled. He noticed and took my hand. "Sorry. It's just..." He shook his head in frustration.

"No, it's alright", I said to calm him down. "You're right. This training is taking all your time."

We stopped unter a huge tree nd sat down. I rested my back at the bark and it felt really comfortable. Neteyam lowered his head onto mine and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles on my hand. "I know it's important" He began to explain. "But Dad only sees the training and that I must become better and better. He doesn't see what I have already learned."

I squeezed his hand in comfort. "I bet he does. Lo'ak said your Dad would prefer you. I bet he is proud of you."

Neteyam made an undefined noise. "I don't know. Everything I do seems wrong. He's always complaining lately."

"But you're still learning."

"If you ask Dad, I should already know everything. As if he was never a beginner to all this."

We went silent for a few seconds. "That necklace is beautiful.", Nete said and touched it gently. I smiled. "Tuk made it for me." Neteyam chuckled. "She loves making necklaces and that kind of of stuff. She really likes you, you know?" My heart got warm. "Yeah she is so cute." He nodded with a smile.

"I remember a story mother told us: When Dad first came here, he couldn't even pronounce nari (eyes). And he almost fell off his ikran and scared all the animals to death with his loud human steps." I chuckled. "See, everyone is a beginner at some point."

Nete sighed and his tail patted on the ground. "Yeah but why doesn't he understand that? I don't want to train all day. I wanna see you more."

I smiled. "Yeah, you truly have neglected me lately." He laughed and I could feel his shoulders move.

"I will be Olo'eyktan some day.", he said quietly. "And there is so much responsibility. I don't know if I can handle it." I sat up and slightly rubbed my thumb over his cheek. "You will do great." His view fell down and he pressed his lips together. "I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I am strong enough. Or that I know enough. I just don't see myself as chief."

My brows furrowed. "But I do. And you will grow with your tasks. You don't have to face this all by yourself. Your not alone, Nete"

He looked up and our eyes locked. "I am so glad I have you", he whispered and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and melted under his touch. We have spent too little time the last few days. My heart ached at the thought of him having no time for the next days as well. Or even weeks.

"I think I'm afraid", he suddenly whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him with compassion. I heart warmed up. I know he would never admit that in front of the others, and of course not in front of his Dad.

I framed his face with my hands. "You don't have to. You have your Dad, your family. And you have me."

His lips curled up into a small smile. "We could share the responsibility. Because it is much, even for the muntxate (wife)."

My eyes widened. "Wife!?"

He smirked and shrugged. We hadn't told anyone yet that we already had mated. My face turned red. "Did you- I mean... Have you told anyone?"

He looked at me, slightly shocked. "No! Have you? I thought we wanted to keep this a secret for some time."

"Yes.", I nodded. "A bit longer, okay?" He took my hands from his face and placed a kiss in my palm. "We still have time."

I smiled when his lips touched my hands. He was just so cute. "I'm with you. No matter what's gonna happen." I assured him. And I meant it. Neteyam sighed. Surely, his head wanderes back to his duties.

"He just expects too much. I cannot learn everything at once, even when he apparently could. I'm not him!"

I put a hand on his arm so comfort him. "And he knows that. He just wants you to be prepared. He just wants to keep you and his family safe. And if only way is to teach you everything he knows."

"He never asked me if I even wanna do all this. Maybe I don't want to be Olo'eyktan!", he panted in frustration.

I frowned. "Do you?"

Neteyam sighed. "I don't know. Sometimes I am proud. But sometimes..."

He looked at me and the leaves and ferns above us threw shadows on his beautiful face. "Sometimes it's just too much. Sometimes I just wanna throw away every responsibility and just leave."

That surprised me. He always seemed so at ease, so in balance. Always prepared and organised. He never seemed reckless to me. But I liked that deeper, more foolish side of him. I smiled and gave him a small kiss just beneath his ear. "Then leave"

A stupid thought crossed my mind. "We could run away together"

He turned to me as if I was crazy.

"No! I cannot leave them. I cannot leave the people."

I chuckled and he looked at me in confusion. "What?"

"See, you're just like him! You are responsible and you care for your family and your people."

He swallowed.

"And that's why I love you.", I said. His yellow eyes scanned mine. "Only because of that?", he smirked. I grinned and leaned my forehead back  against his. "That's one thing, yes."

"Hmm, what else?" His voice hummed through his body and reached mine. Shivers spread over my arms. My heartbeat sped up. "Oh you know, the thing you did last night. That was also pretty good."

He smiled mischievously and his lips pressed hard onto mine. Heat exploded in my body and I put my hands around his face as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues swirled around each other and I felt one if his hand touching my waist, going up to my breasts.

"Neteyam!"

A voice sounded through the forest to us. Jake. Neteyam groaned into the kiss and send shivers down my back. I chuckled, surrendering as he stopped the kiss. He moved himself up, but I grabbed his wrists and he pulled me up with him. His hands placed themselves onto my hips and he pushed me against the tree behind him. I let out a small sigh. His lips maked their way down my neck and I felt my knees going weak.

"Neteyam!!"

Jake's voice sounded louder than before and we stumbled away from each other. Neteyam looked around in shock but Jake wasn't anywhere to be seen. "I should get going", he whispered and placed a peck at my lips. I made a disappointed noise and he squeezed my hand. "I'll be back soon.", he said and left.

"You should think about our escape plan!", I called after him. He turned around. "Maybe I will!" His smile widened and showed his white fangs.

With that he disappeared behind a tree and I had to laugh. He was going to be the best Olo'eyktan that ever existed. I just knew it.

[ladykailitha]

Just another idea for a Steddie fic. Because my brain has these two boys on lock every second of every god damn day.

After Vecna Eddie and Steve drifted apart. Eddie took his band on tour and Steve and Dustin built a multi-million dollar company that produces high grade hearing aids (when Steve started losing hearing in his left ear).

Flash forward 17 years. Corroded Coffin never made it big because their bus rolled while touring in Europe and Brian (the unnamed Freak) was caught under it and died. But Eddie is a big name metal producer and is doing well for himself.

Steve got married but after the birth of their daughter, it came out that Allison was only in to get Steve’s trust fund (which he would get when he turned 25 or when he got married). But the court ruled that trust funds can’t be counted as part of their combined funds and she wouldn’t get a red cent. Allison then abandoned Steve and their daughter, never to be seen again.

Steve’s daughter is in a rock band as their lead singer and drummer and they need a place to practice. Steve agrees. They all show up. Mandy their bassist is a pretty black girl, rocking a kick ass fro. Kenny is their keyboarder. He is a shy husky kid who is already getting facial hair. It’s their lead guitarist that makes Steve stop dead in his tracks though. He’s got long curly dark brown hair and chocolate button eyes. When he smiles he’s got his dad’s dimples.

“Hey, Dad,” his daughter says, “this is Harry Munson, he just moved to our school about a month ago and since we needed someone to replace Lauren after the backstabbing that bitch--”

“Language!” Steve barks.

“Anyway, he plays guitar and offered to take her place.”

Steve recognizes the guitar because of course the kid’s first guitar was his dad’s.

Steve barely makes it to the bathroom to throw up as a migraine hits.

Eddie comes to pick Harry up from band practice and makes his own double take. Standing up from the drum kit in the back is a female version of Steve Harrington. Hazel eyes and honeyed hair.

Harry introduces them. “This is Edie Harrington, her dad let us use their garage to practice.

“Edie?” Eddie asks more than a little amused.

“Short for Edith. Mom overrode Dad on that one, and then when she fucked off after being a grade A cunt, Dad started calling be Edie to piss her off,” Edie says with a shrug. “Haven’t seen her in a few years though.”

Eddie nods. “Your dad seeing anyone right now?”

“Dad hasn’t dated since his last boyfriend Mick cheated on him with two guys and a girl. Dad said Mick gave bisexuals a bad name.”

“Interesting...” Eddie says, “very interesting. And where is your dad now, princess?”

She jerked her thumb behind her to the house, “Just follow the sound of puking and you’ll find him. He got a sudden migraine before practice started.”

And then you know where it goes from here: they dance around it because Steve thinks Eddie’s partner is still in the picture (Jay died from cancer when Harry was 10, Harry was a surrogate baby from Eddie’s sperm), they date, they get married, they live happily ever after.

ETA: Full Story here.

[honeybeefae]

Heavy is the Head (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY THREE: PUBLIC SEX

Summary// After a very trying day of ruling his court, Eris looks to you to relieve some of the tension to which you are all too happy to oblige. He doesn’t wait to take you somewhere private, having you ride him on the very throne he’s been sitting in all morning, and when his advisors return to continue on with the day, he doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill of you. 

(You know how much we simp for Eris here so this was a treat to write. I’m sorry this is so late. I actually love the way I wrote Eris in this. He's more playful and fun and just happy as he deserves! I hope you all enjoy it!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, public sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, biting, teasing

It had been a busy morning, more than usual. Eris had kissed your sleeping head this morning and that was the last you had seen of him. You even were dining alone, the silence deafening as you went over letters and proposals from local merchants to try and ease some of the stress from your mate.

After you had finished, you roamed the halls and smiled at everyone who passed, quickly growing bored and searching for others things to do. No one needed your help at the moment and although you knew Eris didn’t like to be interrupted, you decided to pay him a visit to see if he needed anything.

You saw one of his advisors leaving the great hall and stopped him, asking if Eris was inside to which he just gave an exasperated nod. “He just sent all of us out for Cauldron knows how long. We still have so many things to go over but-” He fussed until you patted his gently on the shoulder, knowing exactly how he could be.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go check on him.” You promised, pushing the door open as the advisor wished you good luck. You didn’t understand how much you needed it until you saw him, slumped on his throne, yelling at another poor advisor who wasn’t quick enough to leave with the others.

“You vipers have pressed my nerves all day, and now you waddle about like a child. Shall I call one of my actual children in here to teach you manners?” Eris scolded, not even looking to see who had entered before barking out. “If another person enters this room I swear on the Mother-”

“Is that any way to talk to your High Lady, my lord?” You question with a smile, enjoying how fast his head whips around to look at you. “I could have your tongue out for that.”

“My apologies, my lady.” Eris smirks, bowing his head before beckoning you closer. The advisor that was left makes a quiet exit, sending you a grateful look as you walk up the steps to stand before your husband. “However, interrupting a High Lord during his daily councils is also frowned upon.”

You giggled when he wrapped an arm around your hip and pulled you into his lap, amber eyes full of mirth as you click your tongue in disagreement. “Is that what you would call that? It seemed to me like you were scaring the poor soul half to death.”

Eris rolled his eyes and let his head fall onto your shoulder, closing his eyes as you softly run your fingers through his hair. “You have no idea the day, the people, nor the stupidity I have had to put up with today, mouse.” He complained.

“Oh my poor, handsome lord.” You cooed into his ear, kissing his temple. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He stayed in the crook of your neck for a moment before pulling back to look at you, an entirely new emotion taking over his demeanor which you identified quickly. It was the way he looked at you most of the time. 

Hunger. 

“Mhm,” You blushed, pressing your forehead against his as you whispered softly. “Shall I escort you to the bedroom?”

His head shook, cupping your chin and running his thumb down your lower lip. You felt your body respond to his soft touch, always ready for him, and you leaned closer to kiss him deeply. Eris was all too happy to let you, your tongues moving lazily against each other while his hands wandered down to the back of your dress where your laces were tied together.

In one easy swipe, he ripped it down the middle, the fabric giving underneath his strong hands like it was butter. You gasped at the action and pulled away, looking behind you at the door that anyone could walk through.

“Eris!” You hissed, trying to stop him from pulling the dress the rest of the way off. “Someone could see!”

“Do you think I care, Y/N?” He asked, his voice thick with desire as he pulled you back down so you could feel just how desperate he was for you. “I don’t care if my own brother walked through that door. You are going to ride me here, on this throne, so that everyone in this godforsaken place can hear just how much you need me.”

The thought of someone walking in and seeing you naked and riding their High Lord did make a dark, secret place in your heart flutter in delight. It was so taboo but so thrilling, you could feel the wetness starting to grow in your panties.

Eris knew too. He saw the moment you decided you wanted it, a growl growing in his chest at just how corruptible and dirty you were on the inside. It was always exciting to discover what sparked your inner succubus and when he did find it, he took advantage.

You stood up abruptly, shimmying the dress the rest of the way off until it pooled at your feet and left you almost completely bare to him. His hands grasped the arms of the throne as you bent over oh so slowly, hooking your fingers into your underwear and pulling them down to join the rest of your clothes. It was the hottest thing he had seen, your eyes hooded as you smiled innocently when you returned to his lap. 

“Is this presentable enough for you, my lord?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck while grinding down over his hard, clothed cock. Eris’s eyes briefly shut at the sensation, mumbling a curse as your juices seeped through his pants. He could feel the heat of your cunt and it was driving him insane.

He didn’t respond verbally, letting a hand slide behind your head to grasp a fistful of your hair and slamming your lips together forcefully. You moaned into his mouth, letting him take control, while his other hand pinched your nipples to the point of pain.

When you tried to squirm away, it only drove you further into his lap, the head brushing against your clit in the most delicious way. He pulled his lips away to start sucking at your neck, finding your pulse point and biting down as you humped him to chase that pleasure from before.

Eris enjoyed every second of your neediness, his cock twitching uncontrollably while you threw your head back and cried out his name. Your voice echoed around the great hall but it didn’t phase you in the slightest, an orgasm starting to build quickly when he took one of your breasts into his mouth and flicked your pebbled nipple repeatedly.

“Fuck, Eris, I’m gonna…” You trailed off, voice whiny, to which he replied with a sharp smack on your ass. He continued to lavish your breasts with his tongue, switching between the two as your pussy started to clench around nothing. “Ohhh fuck!”

Your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as the pleasure slammed into you like a tidal wave. It made your thighs shake and toes curl, chanting his name loudly like a prayer while you soaked his lap with your cum. Eris helped guide you through it, letting your breasts fall out of his mouth so that he could whisper soft praises into your ear.

“What a good little mouse, cumming all over my lap like the little slut that you are.” He purred, brushing your hair aside so he could bite at your ear as you sagged against him to catch your breath. “You made such a mess, Y/N. I hope you know we aren’t done yet.”

With an expert hand, he freed himself from his leathers, his cock aching to sink inside of your sopping wet cunt. You didn’t fight him as he slid inside of you easily, not even waiting for you to fully recover before grasping your hips so that he could fuck you.

After you got past the first couple of thrusts, you felt your need for him return tenfold, groaning as he stretched your hole and rising up to grab his face so you could kiss him. Eris grunted at the action, his ears perking as the doors to the hall creaked open. He tore his lips away just long enough to see his advisors shuffling in, their eyes wide in shock as they watched the two of you.

You whipped your head around at the same time, face as red as fire as Eris thrust particularly deep and hit a spot that had you moaning. He chuckled behind you when you tried to cover your mouth, pinning your arms behind your back as he went even harder.

The advisors tried to exit but Eris stopped them, his crown tilted on his head as he said, “Stay. If you insist on boring me the rest of the day, at least watch as I fuck your High Lady.” 

One of them stepped forward, eyes on the ground, and stuttered out a weak apology. “My lord, we did not mean to intrude. We will leave you be and grant you your privacy-”

A sharp laugh cut him off midway through his sentence. Eris’s eyes narrowed as a devious idea crept into his head. Without warning he lifted you completely off his dick and spun you around, thrusting back into you easily and keeping your hands pinned behind you so that your entire body was on display. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. The faces of his advisors were various shades of red as they tried not to look but a part of you wanted them to look, to see you degraded like this for Eris. 

And your mate was more than happy to give in. He grabbed your face and forced you to look at the group of elder males, your mouth coated with drool as he taunted them further. 

“Privacy? Look at her, Hetol, and tell me she isn’t loving this attention.” He smirked as he hit that spot again, his eyes fluttering at how your walls started to clench around him like a vice. “A perfect High Lady if I ever saw one, wouldn’t you agree?”

Hetol fumbled over his words, now unable to take his eyes off of you nor the way your tits bounced wildly at the force of your coupling. You started to whine in need, the fire growing hotter in your belly, and Eris was close behind. He grabbed your hair again and yanked it back, exposing your neck and biting down harshly into your shoulder until he could taste the coppery tang of blood. 

The feeling sent you over the edge and into your second orgasm, your voice hoarse from the cries of euphoria. Your mate joined you in the ecstasy, his own growls sounding deep in your bones as he filled your cunt with his hot seed. You could feel it coat your walls and it almost made you cum again, panting loudly as he slowed his thrusts.

He could feel your mixture of cum slide down his balls, ruining his pants further, and when he pulled back, he stared straight at his advisors. They were all embarrassed but Eris could smell their arousal, knew they were imagining that they were the ones fucking you, and the thought made his temper flare back to life.

“Get out.” He snapped, the lot of them practically running out the door as you came back from cloud nine. Your body was sore, pussy full, and you knew he was going to have to carry you out.

“I don’t think I can walk.” You grumble, wincing when he let his softening cock fall out. Eris turned to look at you, how tired and bruised you were and kissed your nose. His perfect mate.

“I’ve got you, mouse.” He promised, shuffling you into a bridal-style position before rising up and walking down the steps. “Let’s go get you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this.” 

Despite your achiness you managed to look up at him and stick out your tongue, enjoying his chuckle as you laid your head against his chest and enjoyed his warmth. 

You were definitely going to be doing this again. 

[itsanerdlife]

Mine to Take 14

Pairing: MC!Peter Parker-Stark x Barnes!Reader

Warnings: Violence. Language. Stalking. Strip Clubs. Death mentioned. Death threats. Sexual content/comments.

Returning home after bailing out without so much as a goodbye. Leaves a lot to deal with when I show up again. Only I’m not alone and this time I’ve got bigger issues than how I left.                   I left to find a normal life, but when you’re raised on chaos and crime, normal isn’t a fit. Now I need the club, and Peter. The two I ran out on without so much as a backwards glance.                 Facing Peter again isn’t something I’d ever be ready for, not after everything that went down the night I left. But I can’t outrun him and I, and without him I’m pretty sure I’m good as dead. Was coming home a good idea when it puts those I love at risk of someone killing them to get their hands on me?

“Hold on!” TC barks over the muttering and commotion of the table. Everyone settles down slightly. “The guy, the dealer.” He snaps his fingers, something on the tip of his tongue.

“He had a brother!” Howie snaps his fingers pointing at his father.

“That’s right.” Tony nods, quickly. “His brother is a patched member of The Sinners.”

“You almost a fucked a Sinner?” Quill cuts his eyes up me, with distaste.

“Look at her like that again, I’ll fuck you up.” Howie growls out.

“Darlin’,” Peter swallows.

“I didn’t know, Peter.” I shift to look at him, still on his lap. “It’s not like you guys gave me a book of who to avoid and what to look out for.” He drops his eyes looking away. “I knew who was, who by the patches they wore. From cops to rival clubs.” I admit.

“I,” Luke leans forward, worry on his face “what, what happened to Karen?” He glances around.

Chin quivering softly, Peter cups my face, his thumbs brushing away stray tears.

“She, she died.” Howie’s head hangs.

“We found her in the woods, that night.” TC explains.

“Fuck.” Luke looks to me and Peter.

“We planned to put the dealer down. We wanted to know who helped him, but he never gave it up.” Frank speaks up, watching me. “Do you think it’s one of the guys that was there, that night?” He wonders.

“Frankie, I don’t know. I mean, that was, I still haven’t processed that night.” I admit, shaking my head. “But my gut tells me it’s somehow connected. I can’t be sure it’s just a stalker. Or if it’s revenge to the club.” Shrugging.

“Sweetheart,” Tony leans closer to me “we need to discuss all this, go have a drink. Check in with mom.” He nods encouraging me. I nod slowly getting up from Peter’s lap. Glancing back at him, he blinks slowly nodding for me to go.

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Quill blows out a breathe. “Do we look past this shit?”

“She didn’t fuck him!” Peter snaps, turning in his chair.

“Easy, boy.” His father puts a hand out to keep him in his seat.

“We heard her. We know.” TC nods.

Buck sighs, lighting up a smoke. He slides the pack to Peter who follows suit.

“She’s not wrong, she never knew more than badges, she never knew who was, who outside of what they wore. We protected her so much, she never saw trouble from the club.” He takes a long pull off his smoke. “Leaving town, she had no idea might have been waiting for her. She has no idea what normal people danger looks like.”

Steve’s brow drops in. “You think we did wrong by protecting her?”

“Did we raise her wrong?” His dad wonders.

“Fuck no.” Peter shakes his head.

“Hell no.” Howie jumps in.

Peter flicks his hand out, shaking his head. “She’s perfect, raised right.” He nods. “She’s trouble but I mean look what she was born into, the brothers she has.” He shrugs. “The guy she picked. She’s polite,”

“Too a point.” Howie smirks.

“She’s got manners, and a nasty right hook. She’s rough edged and bloody knuckled, but fuck look at that girl.” He thrust his hand out again. “She’d slit her own throat before putting any of us at risk. She’s smart, dangerously smart. She’d do time for this club, like it’s never fucked her over before.” Shaking his head, his free hand rumbles his hair some more.

It’s quiet for a moment.

“So clearly Parker is still rock hard for Baby Barnes.” TC grins, the table laughs.

“Oh fuck off you fucks.” He rolls his eyes.

Steve drags his hand through his hair. “If it’s retaliation, why? Why her?”

“Peter.” Howie speaks up.

“What?” Peter looks to his brother.

“No, you. You killed the dealer that night. Protecting her. The patched brother, he wants payback. Who says he’s not after Y/N like you have, always have had her. She bailed and he saw an opening to her.” Howie shrugs.

“He wants Y/N in revenge for what was done to his brother.” TC nods slowly.

“But why our girl?” Tony shakes his head. “She had nothing to do with Karen and the drugs.”

“No offense, but Parker doesn’t even spare another look to another woman. He’s in so deep with Y/N, he has to be blacked out to be with one, single, one other woman. She’s his greatest weakness.” Frank shrugs a massive shoulder.

“Hell even then,” he shakes his head.

“What?” Buck watches him.

Peter sighs, taking a pull off his smoke.

“Why do you think he had to be blacked out to touch Hardy?” Howie looks over at her brothers.

Both exchange a look, brows dipping down.

“Hardy is so desperate for attention, she doesn’t bat an eye at being called by a different name.” He puts his smoke out.

“That’s,” Steve tips his head, unsure.

“Weird?” Sam lifts a brow.

“Awkward.” Matt snorts.

“Fucked up?” Rand glances around.

“Parker and Barnes.” Frank snorts.

“Shit ain’t that the truth.” Tony laughs.

“Shit all our lives.” Clint shakes his head.

“I’ve been protecting her all our lives. I’ve killed for her, wouldn’t think twice about doing it again.” He admits. “It makes sense to me.”

“She still wears your ring, the bond between the two of you is, wild.” TC shakes his head.

“Sometimes I think its deeper than my marriage.” Buck smirks.

He pats his hands on the table, pushing back.

“Speaking of, I need to speak to her about that right.” He gets up, heading for the door.

“Possessive Parker.” TC snorts.

“Fuck could he be more in love with her?” Luke laughs.

“You didn’t see it when we were growing up.” Howie laughs.

“She’s just as bad as him, don’t let her fool you.” Sam shakes his head.

Steve and Buck nod, slow and heavy. Howie blinks like he’s traumatized, TC shakes his head smirking.

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[softlymaximoff]

okay okay hear me out plz!! wanda variant (princess) and wanda overhears her daddy slut shaming/talking about reader and it makes her angry. she drags them bck to her room and legit uses reader as an outlet and fucks r sensless wanting to prove your hers and nobody elses and at the end she explains to them why she did it and we half see a soft side to her at the end! (r lets wanda use them as outlet and gets edged etc sm) 😭

“How dare you whore yourself out and bring shame on our line of royalty! Does our status mean nothing to you?! I cant believe Wanda is pursuing something with someone as fifthly as you! Shame on you you sick bastard!” Your princess’s father rained down insults on you as you just stood there with your head hung low.

You never meant to cause a scene. You had simply tripped over something mindlessly placed on the floor in the castle’s bakery and accidentally landed in the arms of another higher paid servant. Of course Wanda’s brother just so happened to pass the commotion and tattle to the King. In the corner of you eyes you saw his hand raise and your breath hitched waiting for the connection to your cheek but it never came.

Instead you saw a sparkle of scarlet red and heard a low growl. “No one touches my toy. Not now not ever. They’re mine to play with, they’re mine to break and they’re mine to own. Keep your hands off” Wanda barked out and the King sighed at the reprimand his daughter gave him. “Fine, you deal with your whore” he grumbled and walked off, his men following behind aggressively.

“You hear that dumb mutt? You’re mine. Pietro told me what he saw. My precious pup would never even think about another woman would they?” She hummed and ran a thumb over your lips initiating a silent request. Without hesitance, you sucked on her thumb almost whining when she pressed down on your tongue. “Gentle” she gave you a pointed look and you slowed yourself down a little bit.

“I want you on your knees by the bed. I’ll be there soon” she pulled her thumb back and you had to stop yourself from chasing after it. You scampered to Wanda’s room and sauntered over to her queen sized bed, kneeling gently on the wolf-furred rug by the foot of the bed. You didn’t know how long had passed or if Wanda had forgotten but the slight click of the lock on her door had you snapping your head up. “Hi my love” she whispered softly as she took in your submissive state.

You looked at her to gauge her reaction scheming if it was a test but she just nodded giving you the okay to speak “Hi my Wanda” you whispered in the quiet of the moonlight peeking through her window. Her eyes were probably the softest they’ve ever looked and you were slightly thrown off with confusion. “Are you okay my princess?” You put your weight on your heels and watched as she set a few things down on her dresser. You tried not to let your eyes wander towards the objects but when your princess held them in the moonlight the glimmer caught your attention.

“Eyes up darling” she reprimanded softly and your eyes lingered a little more before shifting to an almost shy Wanda. She walked closer until she was looking directly down at you. “I had it custom made” she brought the collar out into view and your breath hitched. ‘Wanda’s property’ was sown delicately in emerald embroidery onto a deep red collar and leash get up. Your eyes filled with tears as she knelt down and clipped it in place holding your face gently in her hands. “Don’t forget your place my sweet pup. Forever and always mine. I don’t care what anyone else says. I don’t ever want to be away from you for more than a mere blink. You’re all mine” she chided softly and kissed you with certainty that you almost stumbled back. You were hers.

[tea-moon-ster]

Hey Brother

Finn and Alex answer to some sibling questions in an interview for the Lions' channel.

CW: mentions of injuries and food

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. inspired by the lovely @fruitcoops's social media fics (and happy birthday again, lovely!) read it on ao3 here.

“I’m so excited, I never get called for this kind of things,” Alex smiled.

He was sitting down at a table with Finn at his side, a plain background behind them and two glasses of water on the table he was leaning on with his arms. They were wearing their team’s jerseys, with two mics were pinned on the collars. “Finn, why do you never call me for these things?”

“Why don’t you do them with your team?”

“It’s not up to me!”

A voice came from off camera. “We’re recording, guys.”

Finn turned to flash a smile at the camera. “Wassup, Lions! Welcome to another Lions Channel video. I’m your one and only Finn O’Hara, and I’m here with my brother Alex, center for the New York Rangers.”

Alex waved his hand, winking at the camera. “Hi, Lions. Today we’ll be answering some siblings’ questions, read by the amazing Marlene.”

The voice behind the camera made a cooing noise. “Alex, I want you here for every video.”

Alex nodded, smiling even more. “I want to be in one with all the couples!”

“Throuples, Al, we’re both in throuples.”

“That,” he nodded. “Throuple tag. Poly night. Double throuples double trouble!”

“I’ll make that happen!” Marlene yelled back. She made a quick run into frame to double five Alex as Finn rolled his eyes, but he was smirking. “Since I’m already here, I’ll explain the game. I’m going to read some of the questions our viewers wrote under the comments of our last video -link below- and the O’Haras are going to answer for us. You ready, guys?”

Alex gave a thumb up, and Finn making finger-guns at the camera as Marlene walked away. “Unleash ‘em.”

“Great! Just one thing to do before we start. It’s jerseys swapping time!”

They both groaned, but they got up grinning to take off the respective jerseys, their protests only light teases.

“Do we have to? He stinks.”

“But this way I’ll catch the nerdy loser’s disease.”

“C’mon, we’re playing with the audience a bit,” Marlene smiled.

The two brothers handed each other the piece of clothing and put them on before taking their seats again. Alex was delighted with the blush on Kasey’s cheeks, from where he was standing behind the camera together with some members of the team, as he put on the red and golden jersey. He made a mental note for later and smiled at the camera.

“Do your parents have a favorite?”

“Oh, he’s definitely Mom’s,” Finn immediately said, crossing his arms with a light frown. Alex shrugged.

“You only say that because you’re Dad’s. The biggest couple of dorks that ever dorked on Earth.”

“Excuse you?”

Alex nodded gravely, patting his brother’s shoulder. “Yeah, you and dad are the dorks, mom and I are the cool ones. Just the facts, buddy.”

“That’s…that’s not true,” Finn said with not much conviction in his voice.

“We can call mom right now and ask her.” Finn’s ears went red from blushing.

“I don’t wanna bother her with such irrelevant assumptions, that’s all,” he mumbled, looking away, and Alex barked out a loud laugh.

“What do you love and what do you hate about being in the NHL together?”

Alex stretched his legs under the table, bringing an arm around Finn’s chair. “Well, we don’t see each other as much as I’d like to because of our schedules. But there’s an added challenge every time we play against each other.”

Finn licked his lips. “What I don’t like is that, until we’re not on the same team, one of us has to fail for the other to win, and that’s kind of bitter, like in some Greek myth.” Alex threw a pointed look at the camera, mouthing dork. “But I like when we’re on the ice together.”

“Yeah, it’s always funny to beat your bony ass,” Alex smirked, and the video was cut the moment Finn opened his mouth to argue.

“What do you think of your brother’s partners?”

“Bliz and Nat are cool,” Finn shrugged with a small smile. “Natalie will lend me her books and do face masks with me if I ask nicely. But Kasey knows that he can get away with pranks because Alex is on his side, and that’s not okay.”

Alex looked smug. “I so am. So, Leo and Logan…well, I’d say I know Logan better, but I really like them both. Leo is great. He brings all the maturity you two lack and if it wasn’t for him, you’d starve.”

“You know, he was so worried when I introduced you officially.”

“Finn!” Leo gasped off camera. “He wasn’t supposed to know that!”

“Do you think you’re a better player than your brother?”

“Yes,” they answered at the same time evenly, without batting an eye.

“What’s your brother’s pre-game meal?”

Finn started drumming on the table as they both leaned forward, identical grins on their faces. “Grilled cheese with strawberry jam!” they exclaimed together.

“It was my favorite when I was a kid, then I started making it for Finn before his games, and now god forbid we touch the ice without having it first,” Alex said.

Finn smiled. “We prepared it together before our last game in New York, a month ago. What a jump in the past.”

“When did you brother scare you the most?”

“Oof, definitely his two concussion adventures in college,” Alex sighed deeply, readjusting on his chair. “For the first one I checked my phone after practice and found, like, seven missed calls from our parents, and took a plane immediately. It was scary to see him laying still and silent like that.”

Finn was silent for a moment, biting his lip. “This is gonna sound so stupid after what you just said, but there was this time, when I was eleven-”

“Oh my God, Finn, get over it,” Alex rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, it’s my scary experience. So, I was eleven, my friends and I had gotten our hands on this horror movie with age restrictions and all. I can’t remember the title…it was about a ghost living in the walls of a house, and you’ll see why this bit is important. Anyway, we were so hyped up- that is, until I was in my room, at night, alone and in complete darkness. It’s already scary as it is, really. Then, I hear this loud stomp against the wall, and footsteps outside my room, back and forth. And this went on for, like, half an hour. I was about to pee myself. Then this dark figure comes into my room and mumbles something and just stands there, in front of me. I was so freaked out, here, feel my goosebumps.” Alex slapped his arm away. “I was crying by that point. When I mastered the tiniest hint of courage to turn on the lights, I saw this…this lanky teenager with his eyes closed, talking to himself and with a bleeding nose.”

Multiple people behind the camera started laughing.

“I was having trouble with sleepwalking in that period,” Alex explained with a sigh, “And that night I walked into a wall face-first, then into Finn’s bedroom and talked to myself for a bit. Then he started screaming so I woke up terrified and- yeah, not a good night.”

“Then dad came in and blamed me for having scared Alex, because you have to be gentle with sleepwalkers, and went all fussy over him,” Finn scoffed, shaking his head. “And I got grounded for the movie, too. I still think he was awake the whole time and that it was a prank.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Yeah Finn, I broke my nose against a wall just to scare you when it takes so much less.”

“He told everyone in school he broke his nose on a fight on the ice.”

“Shut up.”

“Who was a better scholar?”

Alex arched his brows, pointing a finger at Finn, who opened his arms in a half-bow. “Between who, Mr. Harvard degree and winner of the DSA lottery? Tough choice.”

“Actually, it’s between whom,” Finn pointed out, voice small.

 Alex turned slowly and blinked. “Finn, do you actually want me to put the socks I wore at practice one week ago and that are still in my bag under your pillow? Because it sounds like it.”

At that, Finn’s smile disappeared, his expression as if caught on flashbacks. Alex returned to face the camera and shrugged. “It wasn’t the DSA deal per se, but the way teachers treated it. Studying was hard because there wasn’t much awareness on the subject. But I had lots of friends in school. It was a blast.”

Finn pulled a face. “We had lots of friends and were always more on the popular side. But honestly, between my ADHD and his DSA, our parents argued with our teachers a lot. I hope the situation is better now, but the majority believed that they were just excuses for not studying. College was better, but yuck.”

Alex nodded solemnly. “Yeah, yuck.”

“Your brother’s favorite superhero.”

They looked at each other in the eyes for a second before erupting in laughter, Finn snortling a little, and making Alex laugh harder as he leaned on the table. “Look up, Finn.”

“But no, Alex, look down.”

Another fist of laughter had them bent on the table, shoulder shaking. After a while they straightened, cheeks flushed, and Alex took a sip of water. Finn grinned devilishly as he watched his brother drink and started humming the Spiderman’s theme song. It made Alex choke on his water, and some got out of his nose. He was still giggling as he coughed and patted his own chest a few times, and Finn was about to fall from his chair for how hard was laughing.

“Guys?” Marlene called, mildly amused.

Alex nodded, slapping Finn’s arm, and making him straighten up. “No, yeah-we’re good, we’re good.”

Finn cleared his throat. “We’d need a whole other video to talk about this. Short version: as two nerdy kids growing up in New York, we were obsessed with pretty much every superhero. So many shenanigans. But our favorite was Spiderman-”

“-and Ninja turtles.”

“And Ninja turtles. Alex always made up stories on how he met them on the way home. Suspiciously every time I wasn’t there.”

The older brother grinned without a trace of regret. “I had him in the palm of my hand, really. So gullible.”

“Oh, Finn, buddy, I told the Ninja turtles how fast you are at cleaning my room and they didn’t believe me.” Finn glared at Alex, who nodded proudly. “No, yeah Fishy, I just had a pizza with Peter Parker. He likes me better.”

“I had him believe that the Turtles’ base was in the sewers under our house and that you could see Spiderman flying from the living room’s window. But only when he wasn’t looking.”

“That’s mean!” Marlene called, laughing.

Finn nodded, thankful for the support, but Alex dismissed her with a hand. “Nah, it builds character.”

“Do you think your brother would make a good parent?”

“I know he will,” Finn nodded, quick and confident. They were now calmer, but the blush on their cheeks was slow to disappear. “He’s caring and protective, but not in a strict way. I like to think I was a good training, because he always hung out with me when we were kids, and he took me everywhere. Sometimes you don’t want your little tagalong brother always following you, and I certainly was a presence as a kid. But he never minded it.”

Alex, who’d been looking at him intensely, quickly wiped his glossy eyes before clearing his throat. He leaned forward and looked at both sides, like a coach releasing vital information during an important press interview. “Finn will be the king of suburban dads,” he declared.

“Hell yeah, I will,” Finn beamed.

“A point of force and one of weakness of your brother on the ice.”

They both took a moment to reflect, looking up in the same identical manner. Alex lifted a finger.

“You’re crazy fast, and that’s my answer for both points. It’s a good thing because you can lead the puck from nest to nest in no time, but it also means that when you take a hit at a high speed it’s always a huge risk. Would you look at that, just like with your concussions.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we got it, clumsy, silly Finn.” He licked his lips and thought some more before answering. “I’m gonna go with your hard shot for the positive thing and, huh…you should work on backwards passes? Maybe? Can that be my answer?”

He looked over the camera for confirmation and smiled. “Great.”

“Is there something you’d like to tell your brother?”

“I wish we talked more,” Alex said, more somber than from the rest of the interview, turning to face Finn. “We always do, but never of, like, feelings and such. And I wish I’d been there for you more in the past.”

Finn’s lips arched downwards in an involuntary touched pout, and he scooped his chair closer to Alex’s. “Well, ’snot your fault,” he replied gently. “You were always there. I didn’t talk, but I knew I would have been safe if I did. But yeah, same for me, I think. We kind of went through tough periods at the same time, but I was in college and not emotionally intelligent at all. So yeah, you were always there for me, but I can’t say the same.” 

Alex’s smile was soft as he pulled Finn’s chair attached to his. He threw an arm around his brother’s shoulders, and Finn leaned in unconsciously. “I don’t feel that way,” he said quietly, “But we can talk about it if you’d like.”

Finn nodded, blinking rapidly. “Yeah.”

“Something you wanna tell the NHL or the fans?”

“Never be afraid of who you are and who you love,” Finn smiled, adjusting the small bisexual pin next to the microphone on his jersey. Alex did the same with his pansexual one and nodded, taking a moment to find the right words.

“In the NHL we’re witnessing many changes in so little time, and it’s great. But before last year, we’d been on stall for ages, because when you feel like you’re the only one, every step is scary as hell. That’s why it’s important to reach out and realize you’re never alone.” There were a few seconds of reminiscing silence, both nodding and wetting their lips. Then Finn cupped his hands around the mouth, forming a cone.

“And let us play on the same team!”

Alex nodded emphatically. “Think of us as an investment.”

“We’d be invincible.”

“The siblings’ bond is so here.”

“Okay, I think they got the message,” Marlene laughed. “Well, this was the last question for you guys! Wanna sign us off?”

“This was Finn O’Hara.”

“And Alex O’Hara, for the Lions Channel. Hope I’ll see you soon!”

[morticiahumbertunderwood]

Leech

MDNI - 18+ - smut - fluff - blood - violence - trauma - ptsd

"…" - talk '…' - thoughts cursive - flashbacks

1. Fight or flight

It was a cold winter morning in London. You woke up with the usual headache in a messy room, blinds letting in the blueish early light without a care of your state. The radio was tuning in just in time with the newest catastrophies of this world. "Two people killed, five injured in another terrorist attack by the infamous Al-Qatala. We can confirm that one of the victims…" You sigh and rub your eyes. 'Another one…great. Khaled won't stop any sooner I guess. Hopefully they leave me out of it this time.'

A man with a skull mask is getting into a black van. Ghost. Inside are soldiers staring at him, not saying a word. The air is so thick, you can cut through it with a broken blade. Nobody dares to say a thing as the big man sits down and slams the back door shut. The man on the passenger seat turns around and gives a short motivational speech as the engine starts. "Right chaps, let's get this straight, it's too early for anyone to disturb us. But…as some fellows need to work as early as we do, try to keep them alive and quiet. He or she is probably asleep and we have an easy target. Not on the silver plate but a pretty lil' bird we can catch without causing havoc, right?" Everyone nods and looks around. "Are you all deaf, answer your captain when he asks!?", Ghost barks out. The voice so raspy and deep, the hair on everyone's neck standing up by now. "Sir, yes sir!", the soldiers shout. Clashing their weapons against their heavy armed chest rigs and vests. The captain now looking through the faces and landing his eyes on the skull. "Keep an eye on my boys out there Lieutenant. 's the first big thing for them and I don't want to lose all of them right away, clear?" "Copy that, sir!" The captain just nods with a mischievous grin and his thumb and pointing finger slightly lifting his boonie as if it was a cylinder. Captain Price. Ghost nodding shortly with glistening eyes, black eye paint smeared around them, his eyelashes almost white from the faint light on the car's roof.

You start to stand up walking towards the old coffee machine and turning it on. The cup under reads SEE YA LATER FOLKS with a cute old drawing of a little girl waving goodbye and walking into an airport. Just like the drawings in your old orphange books. And it depicts perfectly what you can do best. Leave. You always were quick to get away when the situation got sticky. Same went with working for Khaled. You were there for the job but as quick as you were in installing your explosive artwork, the same went for leaving the scene before the big blow. Your whole life you ran away from any big thing. It was easier. Cleaner. Quiet. At least in your mind. The other children in the orphanage gave you a nickname and it suited your whole life. Leech. You only took what you needed, sucked out the next big fat thing without any regards and without causing a big scene. The pain came crouching and slow and without big recognition. As soon as they saw you…you were gone. That way you always had enough food, enough money, enough safety. You listened to the song in the radio, an old classic and shook your head. The coffee warmed your insides and you sighed into the mug. Any minute the only other person awake at this unholy hour would close his apartment door and start walking to the staircase with a rather quiet whistle on the lips while the old flooring is creaking under his big boots. The big bellied neighbour who went for work. The only constant in your life giving you a perimeter for safety. You waited in your usual position against the counter and listened to the door next to yours closing. 'There he goes, old man.' The whistling started, you smiled slightly into your mug. He walked by your door. The floor creaked in a familiar tone. 'Now the stairs.', you thought to yourself. The steps grew further away and suddenly the whistling stopped. Why did it stop? The floor was also not creaking as it should anymore. 'Wait a minute. What…' BOOM You turned around and as you saw your door being kicked in like cardboard and out of its hinges, your coffee mug fell down and shattered into pieces, hot coffee hitting your bare feet and legs. "Shit!" You started to think, but your brain was not fast enough. Not awake enough. Fight or flight? Fight? Or flight? 'Shit!?'

The two vans made halt in front of an old apartment building. The cold wind roaring through the narrow street. Each of the 6 soldiers got off their respective car and ready as quiet as possible. The drivers remained in their seats in case of a quick retreat or failure. The captain checked his boonie, tucked one hand into the upper part of his vest and lit the prepared cigar in his mouth with the other. The spark illuminated his face as he inhaled deeply. Removing the cigar into said hand, he corrected his posture: "Right gentlemen, I expect a clean retreat. No unnecessary casualties, no unwanted noises, no longer than it needs to be. Understood?" A hushed "Aye, sir." was heard from all getting ready, checking their weapons routinely as a mohawked man made his way to the skull masked one with a big smile on his face patting his shoulder: "Oi L.T., good to be back in action." Soap. Ghost glanced over: "As long as you won't let yourself get shredded into pieces again, I won't complain, Johnny." Soap pouted and the nearest soldiers huffed a small laugh in their direction. "It's not my fault Al-Qatala had a fookin wizard in their ranks, aye? I mean even ar dogs were unable to find out where the C4 was hidd'n, m'I rite captain?" Price nodded, pointing to the top of the building: "That's why we are here, Johnny. Let's get this guy asap and stop another maniac in his dirty tracks. Everyone ready in 5."

Ghost looked up and breathed deeply for one last time. "Let's do this, Soap behind me with Bravo-19!" The mohawk and Bravo followed, the rest forming routinely around the captain and behind the two groups. The building was old without an elevator which made Soap huff out tiredly. "Ghost, please tell me we have a bloody elevator hidden in the wall next to us." "Negative." Ghost inspected the staircase and started to get up the stairs. The formation following, pointing their weapons in perfectly coordinated directions. The whole building slept. It was only 4 in the morning so the top floor was quickly reached. Soaps breathing being faster than usual made Ghost look over his shoulder. Soap flinched slightly and found composure. His leg burned. Still bandaged from the injury committed by the "mastermind of explosions", the "artist", the "leech". What a name. He had to find out what the name had to do with his profession after the mission. Ghost shook Soap out of his thoughts with loading his gun as around the corner a door was being opened and closed carefully in the hallway. 'Shit', Soap thought and saw the fist of his lieutenant up in the air. The signal being known all too well, he hoped it was someone lucky this time. The floor started creaking slightly under the person's weight and a quiet whistle sound could be heard. Before the man could go around the corner, the lieutenant grabbed him and shut his mouth with one gloved hand. The man's eyes were wide open now, hands in the air. Soap holding the weapon to his head, one finger on his lips. The man nodded and was passed to the back to another soldier escorting him out. Now they had no time to lose. Ghost held two fingers up, waving into the direction and giving wordless instruction. 'The first door in the top hallway. Just like the briefing said.', Soap thought to himself. And it took over the whole team. Even the newest soldiers acted in pure muscle memory. The door was kicked open and the men stormed the apartment with such precision, the target would have no time to even think about running or getting a weapon. Ghost took the left corner with Soap close behind as backup. Price went to the right into a small bathroom with another masked soldier. "All clear in here!", he shouted with a raspy timber. Two other soldier stormed forward to the couch seconds after the first four: "Clear!" Weapons searching the room precisely. Ghost looked into a small open kitchen, dishes in the sink, the smell of coffee. A broken mug on the ground, the spilled coffee still hot. He started opening the bottom cabinets with Soap holding his weapon directly next to his right ear. In the last cabinet under the sink he suddenly heard something rumble faintly. Soap hissed his breath in and corrected his posture. The cabined flew open and his eyes widened. Ghost stood still and was not moving, his weapon on the…woman?

"Please! Whatever you want take it, I am unarmed!?" Your voice came out more as a shriek then a shout. Your hands up in the air peeking out of the cabinet under your sink. The skull masked giant stared at you with a fire in his eyes you rarely saw in soldiers. Your flight instinct betrayed you into simply hiding in plain sight. Like in a bad horror movie without a way out. The mohawked man behind the skull held a big gun over the skulls shoulder also pointing at you. His gaze was sort of softer and you got the courage to shout. To play the victim. A role you also perfectioned over the years. The mohawk pushed the skull to the side and reached out a hand to you, the other still pointing a gun at you. His gaze softened a bit more and he smiled slightly: "Come on lassie, we are here for the bad guys. You are safe." The skull shrugged irritatedly and still fixed his gaze on you. The mohawk looked to his right: "All clear captain, only a female civilian hiding!" You took his hand and tried to sneak past him as a big hand grabbed your shirt and pulled you into his body. The captain ran into your direction pointing his gun at you. The skull reached around you and the mohawk stood in shock looking between the skull and his captain. "Bloody hell, what are you up to birdie?" You looked into the eyes of captain John Price. 'Birdie…' How on earth did he found you? 'Shit, Karim will kill me if they don't do it first!', you remembered what happened in Al Mazrah 6 months ago. The big boom was perfect and nobody should have come out alive. Apparently some did. "I…I can explain…", you stammered. The grip behind you got only stronger. You turned your head around. "Calm down you fuckin' beast, I am all yours in a second. Let me talk to John first!" The skulls eyes widened and he looked up to Price, who shook his head. "You want to talk?" The soldiers gathered behind him. Some left talking into their coms. 'The routine…it's all the same bullshit. No matter which side you are on.'

"Give me one good reason not to knock you unconscious to have a nice and quiet ride back with you, sweetheart." John's eyes flickered and he looked at you rather disappointed. Your gaze flew to the ground and your hands gripped the big arm holding you in place. "I…have intel?", you tried. He chuckled and shook his head. "Okay! Okay…I am not responsible for the last one. I swear! Khaled has another guy. Some russian idiot without discipline. No muse. No artistic feel to it. I…I retired 5 months ago after Al Mazrah, John!" Soap bored his eyes into you: "Wait what? She is the fookin' leech?" He looked up to Ghost and he nodded shortly. "Hol' up, Ghost? Yar knew about the whole ordeal?" He huffed out a shocked breath. Price put up a hand: "Soap, let me explain later, we…" "SHE ALMOST RIPPED ME IN PIECES BACK THERE ME CAPTAIN!?" He was slightly more furious than appropriate for the situation. Ghosts grip got a bit softer and you breathed in a big breath of air before he corrected the tightness. "Okay big boy, you are squeezing me to death and I would love to put on some pants and a bra maybe before heading to Kate. John, am I allowed? I won't run, I know when I am defeated." John nodded to Ghost. Soap still in shock looking between the two of you as in a tennis match. Ghost loosened his grip and a click followed by the cold metal on your wrist let you freeze in your actions. "Oh come on…", gazing at Price you put your head to the side pouting. "Birdie, it's to our all safety. Ghost will follow you and you can get dressed. He will look away, don't worry." Price made way and there were only you four, all other soldiers left or leaving and waiting in the hallway. You started to walk to your couch grabbing the bra, your black jeans, boots and an old oversized hoodie. Ghost followed you with his left hand in the other handcuff. You blushed at him standing right in front of you as you turned around: "Listen mister…Ghost…I dare you to look and your skull is the last thing I'll see before my rage." He chuckled and made way for you to lead into the bathroom. Price watched after you and Ghost and Soap started to argue as soon as you two disappeared in the bathroom.

Part 1 is done. Well 2 and 3 as well but I have to reread and correct some stuff. Lmk what you all think and see you soon!

[raedear]

@the73rdpostscript said something about soap opera au Nicky and Joe and then my brain spat this out:

'Okay Joe,' Nile's voice was firm and Joe really should have been paying attention, but Nicky had just slipped in the studio doors behind her, and he was trying to catch his eye. 'I need you to be angrier than you've ever been before in this scene. We need you furious. Hands shaking, veiny forehead, the works.'

'I don't have a veiny forehead!' Joe snapped, his attention neatly drawn back to Nile.

'Just like that but angrier,' she said, nodding cheerfully. 'Let's get this done before lunch, okay?'

Nicky was doing everything he could to stay out of sight behind the cameras, but Joe was patient. He couldn't avoid him forever. Eventually, he'd have to sit in his seat right in Joe's eyeline.

'Can we get this moving?' Keane said from right behind Joe's shoulder, making him jump. 'I don't want to be here all day.'

'We'll start when the crew is ready,' Joe said, far calmer than he felt.

'Crew's ready when you are I think,' Nile said, glancing around herself. 'Oh no—Nicky? Are you ready?'

'... Yes.'

Nicky slunk out from the shadowy corner behind the boom store, shuffling his way to his seat with none of his usual confidence. Joe bit his lip at the sight of him, choking on everything he wanted to say.

Nike smiled at them as Nicky took his seat, script and pen in hand.

'Okay, guys,' she said, clapping her hands together lightly. 'Let's keep it respectful. Places please.'

There was the usual pre-shoot shuffle. Joe and Keane found their starting positions in the office set, the cameras found their focus points; everyone not essential to the scene melted into the background as much as they could. When the room fell completely silent, Nile nodded again.

'Action!'

Keane slammed his hand on the desk, and Joe didn't have to act out flinching in response.

'Explain yourself,' Keane barked, glaring at Joe. As always, Joe was glad he didn't have to affect an accent for his role. Keane's Welsh accent sounded exhausting to keep up. 'How could you do this to me? To us?'

There was a whole speech right on the tip of Joe's tongue. Nicky's words, memorised and rehearsed and ready to go.

But, beyond Keane, just out of sight of the cameras, Nicky was watching him. He was rubbing at his mouth, and his eyes weren't as wide or as bright as they usually were when he watched Joe work.

'I had to,' Joe said, and Nicky sat up straighter, pen twirling in his hand, getting ready to write down everything Joe said. Joe hoped he would, at least so he'd have a chance to remember it after.

Keane frowned.

'I had to do it,' Joe said again, looking past Keane to look Nicky directly in the eyes. 'I had to because I love you. I didn't do it right, and I made you feel like I didn't, and I'm sorry. You're everything to me, and I'm sorry if I made you doubt that for a second. I won't make excuses, but I hope you'll let me explain myself. Even if you don't, I wanted you to know. I love you, and I'm sorry.'

Joe's hands shook. Not in the way Nile had wanted them too, but they did all the same.

There was a long silence. Even Keane seemed too shocked to speak. And then—

'That's not what I wrote, you dick,' Nicky said. He sounded stuffy, like he was about to cry. Joe could see the shine in his eyes from halfway across the room, and he laughed as he crossed the set towards him.

Nicky met him halfway, dropping his script and pen to the floor in favour of wrapping his arms around Joe's waist.

'I love you,' Nicky whispered, before Joe dragged him into a kiss, both of them laughing and both of them crying and both of them so happy it felt like they'd never come down.

'Uh… reset please? No rush you two but we do actually need to film this scene today.'

Nile was laughing at them. Keane was grumbling something Joe couldn't hear. The makeup team was giggling.

Joe gave them all a thumbs up, and kept on kissing Nicky.

[rafencarino]

Forum Disaster

The Forum Halls opened before the Scions as they were brought in. G'raha had his head down, shame faced for being caught in such a compromising position as he had been in the library, comforted only by the fact that Rafen had insisted he go with him. The other Scions just looked beyond annoyed at the Forums reticence to the threat, and both Alphinaud and Y'shtola looked ready to rip into Fourchenault the moment the Forum was called into session.

Mahreen and Rafen however were watching Jahleen with a laser focused intent. Ever since their arrival in Sharlayan, Jahleen had been talking to herself in a volume too low for anyone but the siblings to hear. "This one doesn't want to be here. This one is just doing what we can to save the world. This one is a gods be damned Empress, we should use our authority to...."

Jahleen caught her siblings look and shuffled closer to them, her Dark Knight armor brushing against the cloth, and the ring amor jingling ever so slightly. "This one hates this place Mahreen. We wish to leave."

Mahreen squeezed her twins hand gently while Rafen did the same. Mahreen lifted a hand and ran it through Jahleens hair to help sooth her.

"Don't worry Leen, we'll be out of here soon. These Forum members are idiots."

Rafen nodded echoing his sisters sentiment.

"Half these people are all bark, no bite as it stands. I bet you a thousand gil here and now that Pops is going to show up along with a couple others and utterly derail Fuck Face Leveilleur's attempt to throw us out of here."

Jahleen smiled at the thought of seeing their father again and squeezed both of their hands tightly, feeling some measure of relief in their words if not their close proximity.

It didn't take long before the Forum started filling. It wasn't long before they saw their father, Adrian Carino come in. He didn't wear the standard white robes the Forum members wore, electing to wear Black instead. He gave his children a small smile, and a thumbs up as he took his place next to Fourchenalt. As the hearing commenced, a particular person caught the Trios eye. Another Rava sitting further back, but one they were almost intimately familiar with. Rianea Carino. The same calculated and cruel expression she wore the day she had tried to have Jahleen killed was back, haunting her, only now it was accompanied by a poisonous smile as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Fourchenault.... while throwing them out of Sharlayan would be the most prudent thing to do, I would ask that my property be returned to me."

Jahleens eye dilated as she processed what her mother was implicating. No! NO! THIS ONE WOULD NOT RETURN! She tried to reach for a weapon that wasn't there, confiscated by Forum Guards, then she encountered her sisters hands, her brothers hands, holding her in place.

"We do not practice slavery in any form here Lady Carino." Adrian reminded her tersely. "Secondarily, if my memory serves correctly, you are the very reason that my children have had to fight for their lives."

Rianea waved a hand dismissively. "Irrelevant. The female specimens are mine. I would have them returned to me."

Jahleens brain went static for a moment, like switching the channels of a radio or a link pearl. She wasn't even aware of herself pulling away from her siblings. "This one is no ones property you hag!" Her voice was quickly gaining volume. "And you will address us as Your Highness! This one was not named Empress of Othard for nothing!"

Rianea snorted. "You? A failed project? An Empress? I can only assume it was out of pity. It wouldn't surprise me if your "husband" is with a mistress or two. Because who would want a woman as an Empress that can't even give them sons or daughters."

More static, Jahleens ears were now down, pressing tight against her head, and she bared her teeth at Rianea while the woman continued on. Several other Forum members were trying to stifle her, but were not successful.

[gaeasun]

Bit late but HAPPY BORTHDAY TO REMEDY @kkrazy256

( @lost-on-kamino I borrowed your boy Rhythm!)

“Psst! Twitch!”

Twitch paused before the exit of the Guard Headquarters. A clone skidded to a halt behind him and grinned with eyes almost hidden by his curly mop of hair. “Hey! Glad I caught you!” Rhythm rubbed his hands together conspiratorially and a bit of excitement grew in Twitch. The communications officer was always up for a bit of fun so this was going to be good.

“So,” Rhythm began. “Did you know that it’s Remedy’s decant day next week?”

“Oh it is?!” Twitch hadn’t known, but he wasn’t entirely surprised. Remedy almost never gave up personal details about himself. Either Twitch had to pry them out of Remedy or learn from someone else separately. 

Rhythm nodded excitedly. “Yep! I heard it from Olly who heard it from Fox who actually somehow learned it from Remedy himself. Also Fox knows everything. Or, almost everything.” A shadow crossed his face for just a second before he forcefully grinned. “I figured you’d want to know, so now you can do something for Remedy! After dealing with all of us he totally deserves it.” Twitch wholeheartedly agreed. And as it happened, he’d already been working on a gift for Remedy, so now was the perfect time to finish and gift it. 

After thanking Rhythm he quickly headed back to the barracks. 

He had a small gift to finish. 

*****

“Knock knock!” Twitch said aloud as he rapped on the door to Remedy’s office. He’d asked around and Remedy was off shift right now. And hopefully not sleeping. 

Remedy opened the door with a confused look on his face. “Twitch? I thought you said you weren’t coming back today.”

“Well, I wasn’t planning on it until somebody told me your decant day was coming up.” Twitch gave a few exaggerated sad blinks. “And we’ll be back on duty by then so I wanted to come by today.”

Remedy winced. “Yes, I wasn’t really thinking about it. I just don’t really celebrate it anyways so I don’t tell people… sorry?”

Twitch relented on the sad face and grinned. “It’s alright. We don’t have to do anything, but I did bring something for you.” He presented the small box that Rhythm had found for him, the precious gift within. Remedy’s eyes went wide as he took it carefully. 

A tiny tree was nestled inside. Not alive, but with bark and leaves of carefully twisted wires and other metal scrap painted to look like one. Remedy thumbed his glasses to his forehead as he brought it almost to his nose to see the small details.

“Oh,” he breathed. “This is. This is really nice.” Remedy’s voice was watery, eyes, almost teary?! 

Twitch hopped from side to side with the itch to give Remedy a hug. “Can I?”

Remedy cleared a little spot on his desk and sat the tree down. Hands free, he stepped towards Twitch with open arms. “Yeah, kih’vod, of course- oof.” 

Twitch tried to be gentle, especially considering Remedy’s knee, but still dove right into Remedy’s arms. “I’m glad you like it,” he said into Remedy’s shoulder. 

“I, I love it,” Remedy choked out. “Thank you so much Twitch, I don’t even know why you’d do that-” “Ehem,” Twitch immediately pulled his face back to interrupt that incorrect train of thought. “I did it because you are my ori’vod and you love me, and I am your kih'vod and I love you.”

That did not make Remedy look any less like he wanted to cry, but he did stop that self-deprecating talk and squeezed Twitch close.

“You’re… right Twitch.” 

“As usual.” Twitch smiled cheekily.

Remedy chuckled and pulled Twitch close again to give him a light kiss right below his hairline. “Sometimes. This time. I do love you kih’vod.” 

“Happy decanting day Remedy.”