#GIVE MIRI BACK TO HIM

[youandthemountains]

still thinking of that story from yesterday and how Spock reacts to potential loss - it's the opposite of what you'd expect, he grips tighter, he holds on. He fights it, he argues it, he verbally eviscerates it, he clutches it, he'll face it head on & he'll break his rules for it.

thinking of him clutching McCoy's shoulder when he finds out he's dying in FTWIHAIHTTS, or him diving into his head to find him in Return of the Archons and physically punching a guard afterwards, believing McCoy to be lost. Him gathering McCoy's hands together and resting with them in Miri. There's his mutiny for Pike, there's him asking McCoy to wish him luck, there's him erasing kirk's memory in requiem for methuselah. Beta canon has him arguing McCoy back into joining them, and like this story - logically destroying any idea McCoy floats that could lead him away. Of course there's 'we go together or not at all'. When Spock realizes he's going to die, he throws his Self into McCoy's, and uses his body to say goodbye to Kirk - reaching out again and again. His response to death is to take it seriously, to fear and plan for it and strategize around it and try to stop it.

On the other hand, also surprisingly, McCoy's response to the fear of loss is to let go. I always thought it was interesting that in the Autobiography of Mr. Spock, Spock spells out only two of the reactions to his deciding to go through with kohlinar - his mother's & McCoy's.

Neither are happy with the decision but give him their blessings in a manner of speaking. McCoy is silent as Spock is bombarded with messages trying to convince him not to, and then the day before Spock leaves, McCoy sends a message saying only, "Damn stupid cockamamie idea. I hope you know what you're doing."

Of course there's also the story with his father - maybe the first case of this that leads him to doing it all his life. In the face of death and against his own wishes and desires, letting go. For whatever led to the disintegration of his family - he famously lets go, escapes to space. In his first episode, he lets go of old love and old selves. With Spock - he lets him walk away, in The Immunity Syndrome, for kohlinar, begs him to leave him in All Our Yesterdays. When he thinks he's incurable, is ready to let go of the Enterprise. I don't remember what book it's from anymore but there's a quote where the ship is crashing and Spock looks up and is surprised to see McCoy is smiling at him, content in the knowledge that he's dying by his side. In the book Sarek, Spock calls McCoy to treat his mother and McCoy gently tells him the Vulcan doctors are correct, her illness is terminal, and Spock realizes he had called McCoy because he believed he'd miraculously cure her. McCoy talks him through the end of life things, including the illogical feelings and wishes that will come up.

His response to death is also to take it seriously - by fighting it as best you can but when it's time, burning out everything from yourself but what you loved and want to carry forward.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Buddy Daddies x Delinquent Teen Reader (2)

“Did you eat breakfast today?”

“....”

“(Y/n)?”

“He asked you a question, (Y/n).”

“I heard.”

“Answer. Him.”

“...”

“(Y/n)...did you eat?”

“...”

Kazuki sighed as Rei easily wrestled the controller out of your hands to toss you over his shoulder

Not even bothered by your violent struggles he took you to the room designated as your punishment room

Where Kazuki or Rei would hold you tight until you let them hold you peacefully 

Training you to obey them in the form of cuddles like a chicken

So in the dark room, your wriggling and cursing slowed as Rei’s hold held firm

But even when you stopped struggling and leaned back into his chest 

He didn’t release you 

Instead, he carried you along with him as he went into the tub

No doubt to sleep 

With the darkened surroundings, Rei’s firm hold, and the warmth of his arms you reluctantly joined 

“Where’s (Y/n) and Papa Rei?”

“Ah, they’re napping right now.”

“Oooh I want to–”

“Ah ah! Didn’t you say you wanted to make (Y/n) their favorite lunch?”

“OH Yeah!”

“Alright then let’s get to work!”

When you awake so is Rei, hold unrelenting and forcing you to gently notify him

“Better?”

“Hm.”

“Are you going to behave?”

“Yes.”

“....” 

He didn’t believe you but Kazuki told him he had to be gentle

Apparently, the perfect life they were giving you wasn’t a welcome change

He’d prefer to lock you tight and show you the joys of a single room 

Like he used to know

Then they could work on building you out of that

But Kazuki already thought his old lifestyle was problematic and he didn’t need that rubbing off on Miri now

“The next time you misbehave you won’t be playing Kart for a month.”

You sucked your teeth but nodded your head

“Ah, you two are back!”

“(Y/n)! Look what I made for you! All by myself!”

“Miri!”

“Hehehe we made it for you! See, see? Look, look!”

“Uh, thanks, Miri.”

“(Y/n) has something to say.”

“....No.”

“Excuse me? What’s this about?”

You wanted to punch that smile off his face

“...The answer to the question you asked. It's no.”

“Well, then you better eat up the delicious meal me and Miri made for you!” 

He rubs the top of your head as you sit at the table 

Not oblivious to the warning look Rei is giving you as Miri offers to feed you 

You accept with clenched fists 

How you wish you could get out of here

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for miri-tiazan behind the cut; “the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood’s life”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Dick’s a liar. The best liar Jason’s ever met. He smiles like he’s honest and lies like he doesn’t even want to, even though he wants to. Dick is Batman’s first and best protegee, his first and best everything, the first Robin, the one Batman’s not Batman without, the one Batman–the one Bruce–Dick is Nightwing, and half the damn community would burn down half the damn world on his say-so on the assumption he had a good reason for asking them to, and then he’d actually have a good reason for asking them to. 

And Jason wore his colors for a while, but didn't get to keep them.

Dick’s a liar, he reminds himself, burying his face in as tight against the other’s shoulder as it can fit. Dick’s a liar, Dick’s a liar, DIck’s a fucking liar, Dick’s a–a– 

Dick isn’t smiling right now. 

Jason trembles all the way up his fucking spine and digs his fingers into Dick’s body, Nightwing’s armor, Nightwing’s colors– 

He’ll never wear those. Wouldn’t even if–even if– 

“Jason,” Dick says, rough and ragged, and digs his fingers into Jason’s mating gland, because he’s a fucking liar whether he’s smiling or not, whether he’s Nightwing or not, whether–whether–

Jason needs to leave. He needs to leave. Bruce is coming. Batman is coming, and Jason needs to leave. 

But Dick’s still lying to him, just like he asked. Dick’s still . . . 

“Please,” Jason chokes, and it’s got to be at least the third or fourth time he’s said it to him tonight, and he doesn’t even remember the last time he said it to anyone before him. He–it doesn’t–he wants to shove his rasping, itching, stifling jeans down and roll over for him, present for him like he’s never even fucking thought about doing for anyone else, wants Dick to just pin him down and take him, fuck him and knot him, knot him and–and breed him, and he doesn’t even give a fuck if he gets off for it himself, he just wants Dick to, wants Dick to want to, to just wreck him, fucking ruin him– 

Dick turns his face into the side of his and catches the back of his hair to tug his head back, pull him back just enough that Jason can see he still isn’t smiling, and then–

And then Dick kisses him, because he’s the fucking worst. 

And because it’s Dick, so of course the bastard’s going to do the thing that’ll actually ruin him. Of fucking course he is. 

And because Jason’s Jason–because Jason’s a fucking idiot who really had thought Robin was magic, once, who even now thinks it was maybe just Dick that was, who really had thought he’d had a pack for good that time, who really had thought that Batman would always come for him, that Bruce would always come for him–he melts into that kiss as easy and as stupid as he’s ever been in his life, like that’s something that could ever be fucking easy. 

Dick doesn’t even have the fucking mercy to make it rough or demanding; it’s just soft and sure and certain. Nothing harsh, nothing messy; just something already decided, something that Dick had already decided, a course of action Nightwing had already committed to and was going to see through one way or the other, no matter who ended up bleeding for it. 

Jason hates him, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for him, and he wants to put a bullet in his fucking heart. 

One of their hearts, at least.

[luvismenu]

⋆˚࿔ dilf!jungkook 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ written ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ! nsfw !

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warnings: smut. but it's the cute and loving type.. yeah.

“miriiii baby, i missed you!” you exclaim, scooping miri up into a hug as soon as you step into jungkook's apartment. he and miri spent the weekend at his parent's place, and even though it’s only been two days, you missed them a lot. it’s like you’ve gotten so used to having them around all the time.

“what about me?” jungkook asks from behind you as he closes the door.

you turn around with a smile. “i missed you both.”

“bes fren! missed you!!” miri giggles, her arms wrapped around your neck.

you kiss her soft cheeks and give her a little tickle, making her giggle louder.

jungkook watches you both, smiling to himself as he sees how much joy you bring to his daughter.

“alright, alright, time for movie night!” he announces, walking past you.

“movie night? it’s already late. doesn’t she have to sleep?” you ask, still holding miri, but her little hands clap in excitement.

miri is only 4 years old and has just started preschool this year. it was such a big moment for both you and jungkook, though he got way more emotional about it than anyone. seeing him hold back tears while trying to take her to school was one of the cutest, most touching things you'd ever seen.

you moved in as their neighbour a year ago, just a month after jungkook won custody of miri. they never talk much about it or his ex-wife, and you didn’t push. it felt like a sensitive topic, especially with how jungkook avoided bringing her up.

“miri wants to stay home tomorrow, so i thought i’d take the day off too.” jungkook explains as he heads into the kitchen.

you sit on the couch, placing miri beside you.

“coco!! coco!!!” she squeals, excited for her favorite movie.

“coco it is,” you laugh, pinching her nose gently. she giggles and snuggles into you.

jungkook returns with snacks and drinks, sitting beside miri so she’s nestled between you two.

“why do you always watch coco, hm?” jungkook teases, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against hers, making her laugh.

“cuz papa hector and coco are you and me” she declares, cupping his face with her tiny hands.

your heart melts instantly. jungkook looks like he’s surprised to hear that as he kisses her hands, then her forehead. “you’re right, you’re my little coco.”

“daddy, you won’t leave me, right?” miri pouts, and your heart nearly breaks. you know she’s thinking of the part where héctor leaves his family and jungkook understands it immediately.

jungkook gently pulls her onto his lap so she’s facing him. “never,” he promises softly. “nothing can ever separate me from my little princess.” he places another gentle kiss on her forehead.

“i love you, daddy,” miri says, her voice sweet.

“i love you most, princess,” jungkook replies.

“i love you, bes fren!” miri looks at you with a big smile.

“i love you too, my little best friend,”

"wanna drink with me?" jungkook asks as he closes the door to miri’s room. she fell asleep halfway through the movie, so he gently tucked her in.

“sure,” you nod and follow him into the kitchen.

“you look tired,” he observes, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet while you lean against the counter.

“do i?” you ask, knowing you’ve had a busy weekend. you like to finish things before they pile up, which often means giving up your free time.

he smiles as he pours wine into the glasses and hands you one. “you do.”

“do i look bad?” you scrunch your nose a little as you take the glass from his hand. jungkook chuckles, his hand finding your cheek as he rubs slow, soft circles on your skin.

“you look beautiful, always,” he says quietly, almost a whisper.

“beautiful enough to make you mine?” you tease, and his lips curl into an amused smile.

you've never been shy to tease him; he likes that about you. it’s cute.

“sure, beautiful enough to make me yours,” he replies, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

you set your glass down on the counter and speak up.

“i have this sudden urge to make out with you,” you murmur, your voice gentle but playful.

his brow lifts, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he doesn't waste any time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as your lips move in sync.

his hands slide to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly without breaking the kiss.

you gasp, and he takes advantage of the moment, sliding his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. the way his tongue moves with yours feels so good, and the small moans that escape you are like music to his ears.

he carries you to his bedroom, still kissing you passionately, you try to keep your sounds quiet. miri is asleep, and the last thing you want is to wake her up, no matter how much you’re enjoying this.

he somehow manages to lock the door without breaking the kiss, and your mind is already in a haze. your hands are tangled in his hair, probably gripping harder than you intended, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

he lays you down gently on the bed, finally pulling away from the kiss. you're both breathing heavily, your lips tingling, but all you want is more. he smirks as he stares, knowing exactly how much you need him.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask breathlessly, and he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“can’t help but admire beauty,” he murmurs, his voice low, making you chuckle softly.

you lean forward and capture his lips again. this time, he lets out a moan and it only fuels your desire as you kiss him more.

he pulls back only to start kissing your neck, his lips soft against your skin. you love the way he sucks gently, tracing your skin with his tongue.

“so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low as he continues trailing kisses.

his hands slip under your shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal your bra. with careful hands, he unhooks it, sucking in a breath as his gaze lands on your perked nipples.

“like what you see?” you tease, only to gasp as his mouth immediately envelops one of your breasts.

“mhm,” he hums against your skin, the vibration sending shivers through you.

your hands find their way to his hair, fingers threading through it as you gently grasp, arching your back slightly to let him take more of your breast into his mouth.

he unzips your skirt, sliding it off along with your panties, letting them drop to the floor. he lifts his head, taking in the way you look, so vulnerable and perfect in this moment. his eyes darken before he pulls his own shirt off, tossing it aside.

“spread your legs for me, beautiful, i want you to relax, hm?” he says softly, his voice comforting and commanding all at once.

you part your legs slowly, and he grabs your thighs gently, wrapping his arms around them. he glances down at you, noticing how you’re already dripping wet.

“f-fuck…” you both breathe out in unison, and for a moment, your eyes meet, a smile shared between you.

he leans down, bringing his face between your thighs, and without hesitation, he goes straight for your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around it completely. your back arches at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as the warmth of his mouth sends pleasure through your entire body. it feels like you’re in pure bliss, everything else fading away.

“mmphf…” he moans as he sucks, the vibration of his moans adding another level of stimulation. your hips move on their own, stuttering against his mouth, unable to control the desperate urge for more. the feeling is so intense, mind-numbing in its own way, making it impossible to think of anything else.

you feel the tip of his tongue flicking up and down on your clit, the steady rhythm driving you closer to the edge.

oh, how much you love this

every flick and suck, every small movement making you lose yourself.

“o-oh fuck—! jungkook!” you cry out, your gaze blank as your eyes roll up to the ceiling, half-lidded, hips grinding down onto his face.

he pulls away just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. “gotta be quiet, remember? can you do that for me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his eyes locking with yours.

you nod quickly, already knowing that staying quiet will be nearly impossible. you bring your hand up, cupping it over your mouth, doing your best to muffle the sounds threatening to spill out.

he smiles at you, a soft, almost loving look in his eyes, as his fingers glide down to rub gently along your folds. his touch is light and careful, and you feel yourself relaxing under his hands.

he could be rough if you wanted him to be, but right now, he’s gentle. you think maybe it’s because he can see how tired you are, and you appreciate that. you love this side of him, so attentive, so caring.

he loves this too. he loves the way your body reacts to his touch, how every gasp and moan that slips out of you feels like a reward. watching you fall apart for him is heaven. seeing you give in, trusting him to take care of you, makes his heart swell.

all he wants is to make you feel good.

to keep you right there with him.

he takes off his pants and boxers, freeing his dick, which stands tall with pre-cum leaking from his already red tip. the sight makes your breath catch for a second.

“woah.. all that for me?” you ask, a teasing grin spreading across your face despite the fact that you're panting like a mess right now. jungkook chuckles at your words, no matter how fucked out you might be, you still always find a way to tease him, and he loves that about you.

he leans down closer, his lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss. your lips move against each other slowly, savoring the taste of each other. as he pulls back, he whispers softly, “for you.”

he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing featherlight kisses on your skin, licking the spots he had sucked earlier. you close your eyes and sigh at the warmth of his lips. you love his kisses. how they feel both comforting and intimate at the same time, each one sending tingles down your spine.

“how do you want it?” he murmurs, his lips still brushing against your skin between each word.

“hm?” you respond absentmindedly, too caught up in the feeling.

“slow and gentle or…” he pauses to place a soft kiss on your jaw before finishing, “fast and rough?”

you open your eyes slightly, locking eyes with him. “what do you think i need right now?” you ask, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

he smiles at you, “slow and gentle,” he answers confidently, before leaning down and capturing your lips once again.

this kiss is deeper, passionate and slow. after a few moments, he pulls back, reaching over towards the nightstand.

“what happened?” you ask, your brows furrowed in confusion as you watch him move.

“condom,” he says simply, and you immediately speak up.

“no, no, no, it’s okay. i’m on birth control,” you assure him, your voice soft. he pauses, looking at you with concern before relaxing, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

“mhm,” you nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

he climbs back on top of you, positioning himself between your legs. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, his hard cock pressing against your slick folds, making you whimper.

he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against your entrance, teasing you. he drags it up and down, brushing against your sensitive hole, and you feel like you're going to lose your mind from the need building inside you.

“j-jungkook, need you in me,” you gasp out, your voice breaking, and he groans softly in response, the sound vibrating through the room.

he finally aligns himself and starts pushing in, the stretch making both of you moan softly. he moves slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside you, the feeling so overwhelming that it has you clenching around him. he pauses for a moment, savoring the tight warmth around his length.

he begins thrusting, moving slowly and deeply, each motion deliberate as he hits your spot over and over, making your moans grow louder. you arch your back, lost in the pleasure, unable to keep the noises in.

he leans down, capturing your lips again, muffling your moans. you respond immediately, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him even closer. you moan into his mouth, and the way his lips move against yours helps muffle the sound, but it’s clear just how good he’s making you feel.

his hips keep moving, thrusting into you at a steady pace, and as he pulls back slightly to catch his breath, you don’t let him. “kiss me more, please,” you beg, breathless, your voice trembling as your arms cling to him desperately.

he doesn’t hesitate, diving back into the kiss, his lips pressing against yours, his moans now muffled by your mouth as well. his thrusts grow just a bit faster, the pressure building between you two.

“fuck, you're so good,” he rasps out between kisses, his voice strained and full of need. “so good for me,” he adds, his forehead pressing against yours as he continues to move inside you.

you tighten your legs around him, trying to get him even deeper, wanting more of him, all of him. his whispered praises, the way he looks at you with so much love—it’s everything. it’s all you want, all you need.

his thrusts grow slower, almost lazy, as he holds your hips, squeezing the soft flesh gently. he feels you tightening around him, your walls fluttering, and he knows you’re right there on the edge, just like he is. both of you chasing that final release.

“let it out, beautiful,” he groans, “cum on my cock.”

his words push you over the edge, and you feel your orgasm washing over you, your whole body tensing as waves of pleasure take over. you clench around him, your head falling back into the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut as you let yourself fall apart. the feeling is overwhelming; pure bliss spreading through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

right after, he follows, his thrusts growing erratic before he buries himself as deep as he can, groaning as he fills you up. his hot release floods into you, and he lets out a shaky breath, his forehead dropping down to rest against yours as he rides out his high, the two of you lost in the moment together.

you’re both on cloud nine, your bodies slowly relaxing, breaths coming out in short gasps. he pulls out slowly, watching as his cum starts to ooze out of you, the sight making his eyes darken with satisfaction.

“f-fuck yes,” he breathes, a smirk on his lips. “now that’s a sight to remember.”

you chuckle softly, still trying to catch your breath, your body slowly calming down from the intense high.

he moves beside you, lying down and staring at the ceiling. after a moment, he turns to your side, his head resting on his arm as he speaks up. “wanna take a shower?”

“together?” you ask, your lips quirking up in a tired smile.

“i mean, that’s what i had in mind. but if you don’t wanna—”

“that’ll be perfect,” you cut him off

his smile grows at your words, and he leans in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a few seconds before whispering

“perfect.”

“you LIAR!!”

“i told you i wouldn't be there! you forgot, didn't you?” you exclaim, raising your voice a little as you talk to jin on the phone.

yoongi originally called to talk about jin being a pain in the ass, but jin took over, and now he's screaming at you because you didn't attend his ‘i am single again’ party. you think it's his fifth ‘single again’ party this month—you attended two of those and they ended up with jin getting wasted like always.

“you did NOT tell me, i remember!!” he counters, sounding dramatically offended.

“oh, i definitely fucking did,” you protest, but then lower your voice because miri is in the other room with her dad, and you don’t want her hearing you curse.

yes, you're still at jungkook's place. you woke up a while ago to miri banging on the door, demanding that you wake up. jungkook is making breakfast, and you just got out of the shower and dressed when yoongi called.

“were you drunk when you called me yesterday?” you ask jin, shaking your head at the memory of him mumbling something about a party.

“how dare you!? i wasn’t dru—oh wait, yes i was.” jin chuckles, almost proud of his own forgetfulness.

“there we go! you have your answer.” you smirk, feeling vindicated.

“no, i don’t— OKAY! that's enough, dory.” you hear yoongi cut in, probably taking the phone from jin's hands. you can hear jin in the background, yelling something like, “i do NOT have short-term memory loss!!!”

you chuckle before talking to yoongi, “must've been a rough night for you, huh? babysitting jin isn’t as easy as it sounds.”

“eh, i’m used to this now. i take care of a demon like you. jin is easier.” yoongi's voice sounds amused.

“fuckass.” you deadpan, rolling your eyes.

he chuckles, “how was your night? did you meet your fave dilf?”

you walk out of the room, finding jungkook in the kitchen, cooking something—probably eggs—for miri. you can't help but smile at the sight.

“we did more than just meet,” you say, the memory of last night still fresh in your mind.

“oh wow, good for you, but that's nasty.” yoongi says, and you can almost picture him scrunching his nose.

“oh, what we did was far worse than—”

“if you continue, i’m gonna have to hang up and call my therapist instead,” he cuts you off, and you laugh.

“are you sure about this, ___?” he asks, his voice turning serious after a moment of silence.

“about what, yoongi?”

“him.”

you glance over at jungkook. he's serving miri her food, giving her a few kisses on her cheeks, which makes her giggle loudly. the smile on both their faces is beautiful—like a moment of pure happiness frozen in time.

jungkook looks up, his eyes locking with yours, and he smiles warmly as he brings out a plate for you, placing it right beside his own.

“i think i’m sure about this,” you say softly, almost as if you're reassuring yourself more than yoongi.

yoongi stays quiet for a second, then his voice comes through, gentle. “i’m happy for you.”

“woah, really? THE yoongi, happy for me?” you joke.

“yeah, really. i’m just glad i don’t have to babysit your bitchass anymore.” he jokes back and you laugh.

after a few more minutes of talking, you say your goodbyes and walk over to jungkook and miri.

“sorry, i took a little long” you say

“is okay! appa and i are waiting for bes fren!” miri smiles, her eyes practically disappearing as she grins. you can't help but pinch her chubby cheeks gently.

“why, thank you, your highness.” you do an exaggerated bow and sit down

“i am princess!!!” she announces proudly, giggling as she straightens her imaginary crown.

“yes, you are, princess,” jungkook agrees, his eyes filled with adoration as he wipes her mouth with a tissue.

“and appa is like a king!!!” miri adds, her imagination clearly running wild. you smile at the idea—jungkook would definitely make a great king.

“but... king needs queen...” miri's voice trails off, her smile fading a little as she lowers her gaze.

“aw, princess, it’s okay, you—”

“can bes fren be appa’s queen!?” miri interrupts, looking at jungkook with wide, hopeful eyes. both you and jungkook exchange surprised glances.

“princess, i—” jungkook starts, but she cuts him off with a determined “pleaseee,” her tiny pout making it impossible to resist.

and you know that this man would do anything for her.

jungkook sighs playfully and looks at you, “well, what do you say? wanna be my queen?”

you let out a soft laugh, looking at miri and then back at jungkook. “it would be my honor,” you say, giving a small nod, which makes miri squeal in excitement.

“yayyy!!!” she claps her hands, clearly thrilled by your answer. she looks so genuinely happy that it makes your heart swell.

jungkook smiles at you—one of those smiles that make you feel warm inside—and then continues helping miri with her food, making sure she’s eating properly.

as you watch them—miri still babbling about something while jungkook listens attentively—you realize just how much this little family means to you. how much they both mean to you.

this is it. this is all you could ask for.

being a part of their lives, sharing these small moments.

it's everything.

the end <3

a/n: i always wanted to write smth like this heheuhsuhaha

[ttheggrimrreaper]

12 days of Christmas, Day 5

Five Golden Rings

Married, Aged up Reo Mikage x NB!reader

Extra: Miri Mikage (Adopted or biological daughter, depends on what the reader chooses)

"Miri my love.... Did you take Daddy's rings?" Reo spoke softly, trying to be silly with the girl that sat in his lap, but you could hear the stress in his voice.

Reos five golden rings. He had five, and only five. Those meant a lot to him, resembling things that happened in his life that he truly cared about. You both were seated on the couch, Miri sitting in his lap as he tried to coax her into telling him if she took his rings.

"nuh uh!!" She giggled, clapping her hands before hugging him. Reo looked over to you with a strained smile and wide eyes as he gently patted her head with a shaky hand.

"Miri honey, we really need those rings..." You spoke softly, leaning forward to rest a hand on your daughter's shoulder. She looked at you and just smiled.

"If you can give Daddy his rings back, we will all go out for ice cream!" Reo had a habit of promising a reward, for confessing to a lie. Not the best idea, but he was desperate right now.Miri pulled away from Reo and looked up to him with excited eyes.

"Really?!" She squealed when Reo shook his head rapidly, eyes filling with hope. "Mmmmm.. I don't know where I put them." She shrugged, and you saw the terror in Reos eyes. "oh!! I think I know!! Follow me!" Miri quickly crawled out of Reos lap and ran off. Reo wasted no time in sprinting after her.

She ran to the closet bathroom, it was a large house., occasionally both you and Miri would get lost. "In here!!!" She grabbed her shampoo bottle and was about to pull the cap off and dump it all out. Reo beat her to it. Snatched the stupid pink bubble gum shampoo bottle and dumped it in his free hand. Once emptied, he found... Nothing.

"Just add that to the shopping list...." You murmered as you looked through the cabinets, rummaging through everything searching for any hint of a golden ring.

"daddy!! You're so silly!! It's in the blue one!!" Miri giggled, grabbing the blue bottle that was right behind the pink one. Her conditioner. She shakily dumped the contents of it into Reos sticky hands, as he carefully shifted through the paste he sighed once he felt the cold metal.

"there it is..." He stood and went to the sink to wash away any of the blue mess that was still on his hands. Once done he dried off the ring and put it on his pinky finger.

His promise ring. When you and Reo had first gone out you mentioned promise rings as a joke... Only to find that Reo had taken it seriously and purchased two gold rings... Because apparently rich people can't get the cheap versions of stuff. You had your promise ring on a necklace, it was easier to keep track of that way. In fact, you were wearing that necklace right now.

"yay!!! Now let's go find the others!" Miri cheered as she grabbed your hand and dragged you along, more like you let her drag you but still. Reo following hot on your trail. Then you entered the kitchen. "In the knife drawer!"

"sorry what!?" Reo momentarily forgot about the rings, what was his FIVE year old daughter doing with big knives!? You only kept the big ones in the knife drawer, and that drawer wasn't even a drawer. It was a small box on a shelf. So this 'knife drawer' that your daughter was getting into was concerning. Although, your and Reos nerves were quickly calmed when she pointed to the utensil drawer. You kept some butter knives there so she must have gotten confused. Reo was quick to get back in the game, Miri could just barely see over the drawer. Reo shuffled through the utensil drawer until he held up another small ring.

"...why?" We're his only words. The bathroom one made sense, she wanted to hide it. But in the utensil drawer? What could have possibly made her hide this one here?

"I wanted some toat with butter! But I couldn't get the knife to spend the butter!"

"how did you toast the toast!?" You gasped out, the toaster wasn't even out on the counter.

"from the snack drawer...What do you mean toast the toast?" She looked shocked. And now it made sense. To her, all bread was toast, and in her attempt to reach a butter knife she left the ring.

"Miri.. if we find the other three rings we will get you ice cream and toast with butter!" Miri looked amazed with Reos offer. Toast and Ice cream!? Best day ever for little girl. She immediately ran off once more, Reo dropped the other two rings in your hand as he followed.

"Check in our room, specifically under our bed." He said before he left. Miri liked to hide under there, so there was a chance she took one of the rings with her. You nodded, looking at the two rings you had. The promise ring, and the anniversary ring... He had got you both matching rings with each other's names on them. Your ring had his name, and his had yours. You looked down at the engraving. As stressful as this situation was... Seeing the engraving made your heart warm. Your anniversary ring was also on the same necklace as your promise ring. You don't know what you would do if you lost them... Well, actually you did. The same thing Reo was doing right now.

Kneel down with your phone in your hand as you reach under the bed, flashlight on the other rings on his night table. "Come on now.. where are you." You mumbled to yourself. Finally after moving past forgotten clothing, you felt cold metal, the gold glinting in the light. This ring was one you got for him! You smiled at the memory. It had a singular soccer ball engraved on the inside of it, and you thought he would love it, and he did. That's three rings down.

Standing up and setting the ring with the other on the night table. Three rings., out of five. Hopefully he could find the other two.

"hey.... I put Miri to bed. Promised her toast and butter for breakfast, and ice cream for lunch.." Reo said as he walked in, you sat down on the bed. He sounded defeated. "Found another ring. The one you and Miri picked out for my birthday." He sat down next to you, leaning on you.

"then we're just missing one more! Which one is it?"

"Engagement ring,,," he took your hand, the one with your own engagement ring on it. You frowned,,. The one he deemed to be most important. He sighed, laying back. You followed, grabbing a pillow to put under your head.

"what... What is that?" You mumbled to yourself as you felt something round between your head and the pillow. Lifting your head, Reo still pouting as he looked to the ceiling. Looked down you saw the feint out line of a ring. Between the pillow sheet! "Reo!" You yelled as you fished it out, holding it up. At first he barely responded. Just side eyeing you, but then sat up and snatched the ring from you. He wasted no time in putting it on.

"and that's five." He hummed as he hugged you. The stress from today's adventures forgotten. "We gotta teach Miri not to steal however."

"says the one rewarding her with ice cream when she tells you she stole" you snapped back, Reo chuckled and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"yeah yeah. Thanks for the help Y/n"

"If it's for you, I would do anything to help." You smiled, the snake starting to build up against the window causing a white glow to the floor just below it. It was a stressful day, but in the end, it just reminded you that Reo really did love you.

Day 4 Day 6

Masterlist

[leoruby-draws]

Decided to dump a bunch of drawings, mostly just random characters I've drawn. Most of these are the young heroes the batkids hang out with, like with Lorena and Cass up in the left corner. Wonder what their talking about, maybe roast Jason and Koryak off-screen perhaps.

Couple of doodles of Carrie as a sweetie-pie and then in her warbird form, I like to think she got some help with this and is able to control it to an extent (she mostly transforms when super angry). Random doodle of Jessica Cruz, I've said this before but she used to be my favorite before I got into Jason Todd. Sorry Jess lmao!

Up in the right corner is Jenni excitedly telling Cass about the Legion in the far future, its her dream to join them. I guess they started out much younger, also I made Imra resemble her cartoon design, loved how alien but pretty she was. Bottom corner is Danny acting like a spy and exchanging the latest titans gossip to Jason. They were friends in canon, so they' be friends in my au. I thought about making Danny join the kiddie outlaws but I kinda like the thought of him being more of an ally to all the kid hero teams.

Some drawing of Steph and friends, her and Kara hang out all the time, we also see Kara with her cat Streaky. Also there's Steph meeting Prism aka Audrey Spears, I don't think she'll join Steph's team fully but she'll probably be like an auxiliary member of sorts.

There's other members of Steph's team Eliza Harmon, Bobby Barnes and Miri Raim. Look at Miri bothering poor Carol Ferris, she just loves her mentor a lot, Carol just want's some peace and quiet lol.

Also I already posted the Cyclone and Stargirl drawings in other posts while back, just putting the full drawing her.

More doodles, there's Tefe and her plant friend 'playing' with Eddie, Jason doesn't approve lol. Below is Lori Zechlin showing off to Owen Mercer and Jack Moore, seems like the 2 oldest members like to indulge Lori, the baby of the team, in her antics.

Top right corner are 3 random heroes being friendly, Courtney Mason, Miguel Devante and Anita Fite. Miguel Devante is also known as Vulcan, a suuuuper obscure hero who's also a legacy character of Son of Vulcan. He's have very few appearances, I thought his mini was ok I did like his costume a bit even if it was kinda over-designed. Hope DC gives this character a chance someday.

Also check out the Batkids playing some card games, looks like Jason's a bit of a sore loser (also Steph did cheat, she's loves causing trouble.)

Back to Miguel, part of his backstory involves the White Martians, its part of his mission to fight against him. This gives me the idea to have Miguel be an ally or auxiliary member to Steph's team actually. The reason is to create comedic drama with M'gann, who's also on the team, try to make sure Miguel never finds out that she's actually a white martian herself. A pretty funny scenario I think.

Anyways, hope you liked all that.

[sohnric]

BIGGER BOYS AND STOLEN SWEETHEARTS — K. SUNWOO

pairing: kim sunwoo x fem! reader

genre: fluff. platonic but also not really 👀 jealous sunwoo that is also very delusionally in love with the reader. sunwoo plays the electric guitar but also he's kind of shit so yn has to help him

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, jealousy, the reader is basically half naked and sunwoo ogles a bit

a/n: this fic is my way of battling writer's block. uni is kicking my ass but also i thought of this in the train omw home so i guess its also good for something. this is very much inspired by sunwoo wanting to learn how to play electric guitar, me remembering i own one, and also miri @/satoruly associating bigger boys and stolen sweethearts with me and making me forever insane because of it. also reblog and comment pls its so quiet here its depressing.

once again thank u so much @csenke for beta reading this fiesty baby and thank u @from-izzy for helping me with the flirty bits i owe you my life.

“You have to leave by 5, because I’m hanging out with Mark later,” you call for him as you enter the room, eyes catching a glimpse of Sunwoo sitting on your bed, an electric guitar in his hand. The boy furrows his brows at your words, a bitter taste on his tongue making him roll his eyes as he focuses his attention on the instrument in his lap, fingers aimlessly playing with the strings.

“Okay, alright,” he hisses, clicking his tongue. If you notice anything odd about his behavior, you don’t mention it to him– and if he was self-aware enough to recognise the acid aftertaste your words leave in his mouth for what it really was, he’d be even glad for your sudden blindness to his infatuation with you.

“We’re going to the new bistro that opened downtown,” you hum, as if to only fuel the boy’s frustration further. If all you wanted to do was talk about the guy, why did you invite Sunwoo over in the first place? This was starting to feel like a trap.

“I told you about that place,” he huffs.

“Thank you for the recommendation,” you smile at him ironically, and when your eyes finally meet, Sunwoo recognises the playful glint in your eye– you’re 100% aware of the tension in the air, enjoying the way you have the boy completely under your spell, ready to be torn into pieces. It’s that look you have on your face every time a guy hits on you– the one that mirrors victory, the slightest kick it gives your self-esteem making you grin to yourself as you twirl your hair on your finger and satisfy the man with the slightest touch on his arm. You play into it– you always do– but you never quite let anyone sweep you off your feet completely.

“I thought we would check it out together,” Sunwoo says, fingers plucking at the E string of the guitar, making a dull sound resonate through your room as the background to your conversation.

“We can do that later,” you say, shrugging, “I’ll give you all the recommendations.”

“Traitor,” Sunwoo hisses, glaring at you with a tinge of hurt behind his orbs.

“Don’t be so butthurt.”

“Don’t be so merciless, then,” the boy counters, averting his gaze from yours. “Is he picking you up? I bet he doesn’t even have a car.”

“That’s an unusual way to express jealousy, considering you don’t even have a car, Sunwoo,” you grimace, chuckling at the emotional outburst of your friend. “Besides, his dad owns a car bazaar. I think the possibilities of him not owning a car are quite close to zero.”

Sunwoo stays quiet at that, the call-out making red splotches appear on his cheeks from shame. His eyes quickly move to the guitar again, hypnotizing it with his gaze, fingers clamming at the strings. 

Do you like torturing him? Is this what it’s all about? Just a few days ago, he thought he had it all– sneaking his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as he was dropping you off, receiving a ruffle to his hair after you pulled away from his hug, sending a flying kiss to him as you disappeared behind the front door. Today, all you’re talking about is Mark, Mark’s car, Mark’s family, Mark’s school, Mark’s fucking hairstyle, and all Sunwoo can do is either rip out all of his hair, or fantasize about ripping out Mark Lee’s instead– strand by strand, slowly, mercilessly.

“Whatever,” he comments, shaking his head at you. After many months of being friends with you, he should be immune to your charms. The more time he spends with you, though, the more unarmed he seems to be to your enchanting magnetism. You’re not nice to his heart, but up until this moment, he kinda liked the tug of war over yours.

The moment drags itself along before he hears you sigh from somewhere in front of him, frustration so evident in the sound. Sunwoo doesn’t really know what you have to be so infuriated about, since as far as he’s aware, he’s the one left cold and unwanted in the comfort of your room that smells deadly of your perfume (that’s so hard to shake off sometimes, yet he can’t find it in him to hate the sweet scent), but as he looks up to meet your eye, he chokes on his own spit at the image that meets his eye.

“You still don’t know how to play that riff, do you?” you click your tongue, shaking your head. It’s not the action that leaves Sunwoo feeling warmer than before, sweat almost comically appearing on his forehead– the image of you in only last remains of your school uniform does, though, as his eyes unashamedly scan the lengths of your now uncovered legs up your thighs to the curve of your bum, visible as you stare at him sideways, soft skin only slightly covered by the tinge oversized white button-down, red lace peeking out, piercing his gaze.

The boy silently shakes his head, licking his lips in a scattered manner. “Nope,” he admits, letting the last syllable pop in the now silent room, blood rushing to his ears as you stride forward and reach his position in your bedsheets.

“It’s really easy,” you huff, “you just– wait, let me show you,” you start, almost making the boy offer your own guitar back to you, before he watches you climb into the bed behind him, making his breathing hitch in his throat.

This is not at all what he expected you to do, he recognises when he feels your breathing on his neck as you lean over him, thighs straddling his back and pressing into his sides when you kneel on the mattress behind his back in order to have the best vision of the guitar. Sunwoo’s hands slip off the instrument when he finds your head next to his, your arms sneaking around his figure to press the chords down with your digits instead, strumming the strings and caging the boy into your scent and the flush of your muscles, forcing him to watch the little tutorial from first point of view. Your fingers move skillfully against the strings, having played that exact riff many times before (which is also why Sunwoo decided to pick it up, for it reminded him of the afternoons spent in the comfort of your room, laying on the rug in the middle of the floor as you played him your favorite songs), and he can’t help but feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up when your breath meets the side of his face.

“Clearer now?”

“Mhm,” he gulps, nodding. He’s too afraid to turn his head, too scared to see your face so from up close and not instinctively trail his gaze to your lips (of which curves have been sculpted in the heaven, he thinks), and so he only results to taking ahold of the guitar again, battling the reality of having your naked legs pressing into him from behind, fighting the image of your underwear out of his head to the best of his abilities.

He tries to mimic the position of your fingers on the guitar, but the fact that he remembered it wrong (or just was too distracted by his surroundings to really take the information in) is set out to him when you quickly take ahold of his hand, left palm glazing his to move his ring finger to the right position. “Here,” you hum, “that’s the problem. You keep pressing it on the 3rd fret instead of the 4th and that’s why it sounded so weird,” you laugh, the vibration of it against his back making Sunwoo feel like he’s being pumped with pure electricity, fireflies filling his stomach.

“I think it’s too fast for me to keep up with,” he complains, managing to drag a coherent sentence out of his mouth.

“I’ll pluck the strings for you,” you offer, voice saccharine right in his ear, “just try to get the chord patterns down.”

The boy nods, forcing the snapshots of the chord placements to the front of his brain, both begging to get it right so you end your little intimate tutoring session and also hoping he messes up again just to have you scold him and forcefully dragging his fingers to the correct strings– having Sunwoo pathetically yearning for the slightest of your touches. The heartbeat ringing in his own ears serves him as a metronome, and as he chews on the inside of his cheek when he starts, his head spins with the intoxication of your scent, making it hard for him to focus on the tune. 

“You got it wrong again,” you hiss into his ear, making goosebumps appear all over his skin. Oh, how mean you are– completely aware of the effect you have on the boy. He’s starting to think you love the idea of torturing him. It must be fun to have someone so under your spell, so drunk on your bare existence. 

“I’ll practice more until our next tutoring,” he gulps, laughing airly as you let go of him and move away, letting the poor boy finally breathe.

“You better,” you snicker, standing up and walking back over to your opened closet, bending over to pick up your discarded skirt off the ground and offering the boy a clear view of your bum from where he’s sitting on your bed. Now, there’s no denying you like to tease him. And Sunwoo is aware he might get burned, but like a little boy, he kind of enjoys playing with fire. “Or I’ll start to think you are enjoying my lessons a little too much.”

“Only the ones where you get all angry with me,” he notes, placing the guitar next to him on the bed, his palms now too sweaty to continue playing. “You’re kind of hot when you scream at me.”

Throwing a playful look over your shoulder at the boy, making the first two buttons of your blouse undone, a chuckle leaves your throat. “You’re not the first one to tell me that, sweetheart,” you note. “Now leave my room, you pervert. It’s almost 5 and I have to change.”

Defeated, but still obedient, Sunwoo stands up from your bed and takes slow steps towards the door, dreading his departure. The idea of Mark Lee getting to enjoy this side of you makes Sunwoo particularly green, but the feelings quickly fade when he remembers the moments from a few seconds ago, when he thinks back to the softness of your skin. Before he has the chance to leave, though, a tug on his tie yanks him towards you– the school uniform still covering his body from when he walked home with you two hours ago, carrying both of your bags,  proving as an effective attire for your afternoon hangouts.

Pulling him down so your faces are on the same level, the tips of your noses almost touching, has Sunwoo’s shocked eyes grow comically wide and his cheeks burn a crimson red. He feels your breathing fan his lips from the proximity, heart once again running a marathon in his chest when your voice purrs out in a feline-like manner, riling him up. “Always tugging on those strings, but I'll have you know, Sunwoo, you tug on mine all the time,” you grin, gaze only momentarily slipping towards his chapped lips.

Oh, you’re not nice. You’re pretty fucking far from nice– from how you’re playing with his heart, leading him on. 

Or are you not…? He guesses he’ll have to find out. 

You're a far better guitar player than Sunwoo is, but if you ever wanted a new instrument to perfect, he is more than willing to offer you his body to practice on. 

[trekmupf]

Kirk starring in The Pacifier 🧬🧒 💉

Pro

Love how McCoy hangs out on the bridge for no reason, again

McCoy, old timey architecture enthusiast

McCoy and Spock get to interact so much during this!

Kirk's way of dealing with the kids has such a range this episode – we go from softly and nicely interacting with Miri to literally yanking a child off a table after desperately yelling nonsense

Pointing out separately how Kirk is beat up by a bunch of children

Spock famously sniffing and almost nibbling the documents

Spock being helpless and having to deal with the possibility of his friends dying and him staying behind; also further insight in his unique position due to his heritage

McCoy also feeling helpless – and giving us insight into his character: being scared of succumbing to the illness and hurting others, trying to safe not only his friends but a bunch of children, the stress of the time constraint and him doing the logical thing in the end and testing the vaccine on himself as soon as Spock is out of sight so no one can stop him

Also him shouting for Spock immediately

Spock leaning over him is a great moment for all the shippers out there (me)

Also extra point for McCoy looking beautiful while lying unconsciously on the floor (a trend that picks up in S3)

the deterioration of sanity in the adults is actually terrifying and adds to the tension

the basic idea for the plot (a virus that kills adult and leaves a planet full of almost immortal children and stranding out characters there)

creepy atmosphere, especially in the beginning with the children's voices

Generally the tension early in the episode is held up by not knowing what's going on, then gains speed because we know exactly what's going on

great set design underlining the creepy narrative and feeling of being lost without help

Another narrative about the dangers of pursuing immortality / long-levity which ends up in great tragedy

Also This episode analysis by @trek-tracks is amazing. Major galaxy brain energy.(who doesn't love our boys suffering juuust a little bit more)

Con

The casting of Jahn is just. Not great. I know why they had to put in a „leader“ but he gets too much screentime, is everything I hate about children characters and he annoys me.

The children's group scenes are exhausting

The childrens "language", even though it makes sense and is technically a nice touch, gets old real fast

The combination of that makes parts of the episode feel almost silly (in a not good way) and are hard to watch

Even though it's sort of realistic considering Miri's narrative the jealousy plot with Yeoman Rand is unnecessary. It takes away time that could've been used to explore better themes in the episode and plays the only two female characters of the episode against each other

I wish Yeoman Rand would have more to do to do than "make Miri jealous and be scared"

after the episode takes a long time to get to certain points the ending feels very sudden

I know it looks like so many more Pro points but I love some of the characterwork, and the points that are bad are SO BAD.

Counter:

Kirk shirt-rip

One of the trio being ready to sacrifice himself (McCoy)

Quote: „And I do want to go back to the ship, captain“ - Spock Honorary: That Look Bones and Spock share when Kirk asks them to „simply create a vaccine“ Moment: McCoy being immediately ready to sacrifice himself and the dynamic surrounding that

Extra shot of beautiful McCoy with Spock gently holding his face

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[joonipertree]

You'd count the scars littered on your boyfriend's body sometimes, not intentionally. It mostly happened when he got hurt and you'd have to clean him up. Luckily, it never got to a point where he needed you to handle a bullet wound since he hardly ever got to that point. They were normally just scraps, cuts and bruises that would have been neglected by him if you weren't so adamant on patching him up. Rei never felt the need, while you felt the need to take care of him.

But, back to the main point...which was that you had a strange habit of counting his scars as if it would help prevent new ones forming. Sometimes, you'd notice a new one and it would make you pout, adding it to the collection in your head, safely stored away.

You're certain Rei didn't know, even when he stared at you while you worked on bandaging up his banged up arm. He knew better to speak while you silently fumed, very clearly angry that your beloved boyfriend got himself injured again for the nth time.

".....Miri drew something the other day---"

The look you gave him was so scathing, he instantly stopped talking. A shiver ran down his spine, his fear only broken by his best friend snickering at his clear struggle.

You looked over your shoulder at the sound and it instantly made Kazuki shut the fuck up, turning a little white at your very clear glare. Only after a second did you speak...

"Do you need to be cleaned up too?"

"Oh....no...I handled that on my own."

"Good."

The look that Kazuki gave Rei could only be described as 'Good luck, brother' before he slowly backed away to meal prep for his daughter's school lunch.

Rei's intense gaze stayed on you, following your every movement and taking in every little detail. When the two of you had met years ago, it had left you in a flustered mess. You couldn't tell if there was any emotion behind his eyes, if you were doing something wrong or if he even cared about you. Years later, the softness in his eyes was easy enough to discern or the way his hands would grasp at your waist would give away his feelings for you.

A sigh left your lips, the wrinkles between your furrowed eyebrows called Rei to soothe them over but he sat still, doing his best not to set you off. You noticed right away that the man was clearly very talented at being a statue, probably from the fact that he hated moving in the first place.

"You got a new scar here." You pointed at one on his index finger, something you remember taking care of. It was nothing more than something from a knife fight but it clearly decided to stay.

"Oh." He looked down at it, frowning but not bothered.

"You didn't notice did you?"

"No?"

You let out another sigh before leaning in to kiss it, moving away to pack up the first aid kit that just so happened to have a constant use in that household.

"....does it bother you?"

Rei's question made you pause, mouth heavy with words you didn't know how to explain.

"Are they unsightly?"

This made you jump into action almost immediately, dropping everything you were doing to cradle his face in your palms. Rei leaned against them, feeling skin that was much softer than his. He never knew the feeling of a gentle touch before you, always melting into them like there was nothing you could ever possibly do that could hurt him.

"No. Never. They're not unsightly at all." You stressed your words, brushing his hair back a couple of times, feeling some blood dried on them but being pretty certain it wasn't his. "Not going to lie, they're kind of really hot if anything. That's....it's not that they're there that bothers me."

Rei's languid eyes kept their focus on you, head fully tilted to lay on your palm not unlike how a puppy would.

"It just...scares me sometimes how you don't seem to care about your physical wellbeing and that, one day it'll be so bad that even I wouldn't be able to fix it. I can't just....lose you. And every scar I see is a scar that could've cost you your life."

The silence that followed was loud, and you just broke eye contact with him so that it didn't feel so heavy in your chest.

Before you could walk away, run away from the tension you caused, his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you close as if he knew your intention.

With his head against your chest, you could only hear a muffled voice as he spoke, "I only ever wrapped myself up, ever since I was a kid. My father said it was for resilience, said it would teach me to get hurt less or to just bare it. At some point, I believed him. Now...I don't wanna do it by myself, I like it when you do it."

Rei looked up at you with a shimmer in his eyes, "and that scares me." He whispered.

You stared at him for a second too long before sighing, pinching his nose as if that would serve as punishment and he just wrinkled his face in the process.

"You're just being a human, and there will never ever be anything wrong with that." You whispered to him before planting a firm kiss on his forehead.

"Let's wash your hair then, it has blood in it."

"It does?"

Rei noticed the patterns that made you you. Whether it was the tapping of your feet, the humming of a song he's sure you made him listen to or the way your eyes skimmed his body, landing distinctly on the scars that were littered everywhere. There was never any disgust in them, it just seemed the two of you were alike. Like how Rei would count the freckles on your body, memorise the notes of your laughter into his head and sometimes keep track of the kisses you peppered him with in the early mornings (there were a lot but each one was precious to him).

Sometimes, he kissed the same way that you did, one after the other on the vast expanses of your skin in the late night darkness. It was a way for him to try and quantify what he felt for you but it never seemed enough.

There were times when his eyes would search for injury on you, or his ears would press against your chest to make sure your heart was beating (it quickened at times, but during the late nights it would slow long enough for your breathing to slow with it). Sometimes, he'd feel the guilt of making you worry and other times, he'd revel in being taken care of.

Was it weakness? Was it his doom?

'No,' he could hear you whisper in his head like you did all those nights ago, 'it's just being human, my love.'

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The Same Dreams (Rei Suwa x Reader x Kazuki Kurusu)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗔𝗗 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 :]

𝗪𝗔��𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

By the time you come to, your eyesight is filled with the bright lights of the TV screen. 

 It’s foreign. It’s different. It just doesn’t seem real in this moment. But yet, it is.

 You let out a soft sound- groaning lightly at the agony of being awoken by such an offensive sight from such a peaceful slumber. It’s harsh, beaming, bright, colorful, and all sorts of things that you can’t help but hate in this tired, tired moment of yours. But no matter how hard you squeeze your eyes shut and try to pretend it doesn’t exist, some of that light slips through the cracks. And suddenly, your eyesight is adjusting. Even though you really rather it didn’t.

 Alas, it’s out of your control. And all too soon, you find that despite the darkness surrounding the open windows of the apartment contrasting the lights from the TV screen, you can see clearly once again. Your mind still moves a bit slowly. You’re sleepy and you’re warm and you’re content with this feeling. As you move to turn your head to take in the rest of the room, you still feel the lull of tiredness in your brain. But it eases up as you look from spot to spot- taking in all that you see. The tray of half-eaten snacks on the coffee table. The pile of dirty pots and pans in the kitchen, just out of sight. A mess of cables where phones and consoles and controllers fight to be plugged in for power. The line of stuffed animals angled to view the TV screen. And at the center of it all a passed-out Miri. 

 Wrapped in a blanket pile on the ground, head on a pillow, and completely conked out with a tiny snack wrapper in her hand.

 Once your eyes land on her, the memories of tonight come back to you oh-so-clearly. You were called over for a babysitting gig while the boys were away at work. And that turned into being convinced that you should stay for dinner since Miri was having so much fun…and there was nothing in your fridge at home. And one thing led to another, and suddenly, it’s a game tournament between three of you while the cooking takes place. But after a little bit more fun, it’s time for dinner. But after dinner, there comes more cries of how Miri doesn’t want you to go- how she doesn’t want the fun to end. And so, you found yourself sitting down on the couch once more. But this time, you’re wrapped in blankets. You’re swaddled with care. You’re sitting between two very handsome men…

 “Um, Rei…? Kazuki...?”

 …who just can’t seem to let you go.

 At the sound of your soft murmur, you feel Rei shift. You’re aware he’s a light sleeper- you’ve been told it comes with his territory. Though you didn’t expect him to be woken up by such a quiet whisper. One so far away from his ears, no less. Right now, he’s half laid across the sofa with his head on your lap and his arms wrapped around your thigh. His long legs hang over the side of the couch air while the rest of his body sinks into the plush surface. You can’t help but think to yourself that this position can’t be comfortable. But when you take the chance and give a soft whisper of his name again, you’re met with a familiar, low tone of voice that never fails to capture your attention.

 “Go back to sleep already…”

 For a split second, his comment surprises you. It’s followed by a rustle of him moving beneath his own blanket, before curling into you and your body even tighter than before. Your breath hitches at his reaction. You’re not used to seeing Rei this affectionate. Hell, you’re not used to seeing Rei this open or touchy or even comfortable with another person before. Even Miri still has to initiate all her cuddles. So you decided that you had to do it- you had to take the chance. But Rei barely reacts to the feels of your hand reaching out and curling through his messy bangs. No, he welcomes it as he turns a little more into your grasp and silently urges you to keep combing through his hair as he melts into your lap once more. 

  Though despite how floored you are at the rare sight before you, a quick look to the clock tells you that it’s way after the young girl’s bedtime. And something needs to be addressed:

 “Someone needs to put Miri to bed.” You whisper to him. Half of you hopes that this will be enough for him to let you go- let you stand and grab her so she can be tucked in nice and proper and get a good night’s rest. But the other half of you? “And I need to go home too. It’s after midnight.”

 The other half of you is wondering why you decided to open your mouth and say something like that in the first place. But fortunately for you- there’s already an invitation waiting for you. And this time, it’s coming from a voice you were a little more sure was still fast asleep by your side.

 “Stay the night,” Kazuki tells you. “I’ll get her to bed soon. So stay with us, okay?”

  His voice sounds heavy, and his breath feels warm against your skin. His head is still buried in your neck, and the arm slung around your shoulder squeezes you once. Twice, as if to say he’s not letting you go without a fight. And with that, the offer becomes tempting. A sweet deal. Spending time with your favorite boys and their adorable little girl. But the rational, adult in you is telling you how bad of an idea this is. It’s reminding you how you haven’t checked your calendar to see if you’re on the clock tomorrow. It’s reminding you how you haven’t set an alarm for when to wake up. It’s reminding you that you probably have errands to run or phone calls to make or things to remember or-

 The arm around your neck shifts. Though you aren’t quite aware of its movement or its purpose until the hand it’s attached to is suddenly under your chin. Titling your head to the side and then up, up, up until there’s more than enough space for Kazuki to make his move. More than enough room for soft lips to find their home against your jugular- delivering soft, convincing kisses to your skin. As if he knew you were going to be a flight risk all along.

 As if he knew you were going to be the most reluctant flight risk all along.

 “Rei,” Kazuki calls quietly in between kisses. The blonde doesn’t seem to care how your face warms at each contact. He doesn’t seem to care how your breathing has changed or how your heartbeat has increased with every single peck to your skin. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’s kissing your neck all soft and sweet like as his partner and closest friend curl up on your lap without a single care in the world. But as it turns out…he doesn’t have a good reason to. “Go set up in my room. I’ll join you guys as soon as I’m done with Miri.”

 And with that, Kazuki sheds his own blanket and pulls away from you. When he stands to his full height and stretches, your eyes catch his amber-colored ones for a moment. And you like to think that the knowing smile he flashes you isn’t because of your flustered, dazed, and a little bit disappointed expression is all too easy to see as it bathes in the light of the TV. But you’re not left in that state for long. Because all too soon, Rei is lifting himself up and out of your lap as well. He shares a nod with his partner as the two pass each other. Miri resting on Kazuki’s side as the blonde picks her up and takes her to her room. And you, now standing on your own two shaky feet as Rei slings an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side.

 Kazuki disappears with Miri as Rei busies himself with turning off the TV and grabbing the three phones left on the ground. He hands one of them to you, and you thank him quietly as you slide your device into your pocket. Your good manners are rewarded with the sight of Rei ducking his head down by your should neck and the feeling of his lips delivering a tiny peck to your shoulder. And then another one. And another one. And then one more, for good measure. 

 At this point, your head is swimming. As much as you hate it, you can’t help but tell yourself that this is a dream. That you’re dreaming. The nicest, prettiest, most desirable dream. Because the boys you know would never give this much attention. Never give you still much affection even though you wish for them to. But Rei’s hands on your waist, as he guides you through the apartment, feel so real. And the bed you find yourself laying on after a blur of emotions and movement throughout the apartment feels so real too. Almost as real as the loose hoodie that smells just like Rei covering your torso. Almost as real as the big pair of shorts you were dressed in that you swore you’d seen on Kazuki before. But it can’t be real. It can’t be. 

 There’s no way that the two men you’ve fallen so deeply for have just dressed you up in their clothes just to crawl under the covers and fall asleep by your side once more. No way.

 It’s foreign. It’s different. It just doesn’t seem real in this moment. But it’s so desirable. It’s so tempting. 

 It’s so real.

 Because when all is said and done, Rei’s bangs are now tickling your forehead as he dozes off in front of you, his nose brushing just against yours. Because when all is said and done, Kazuki’s arm is now slug over your side as his breath tickles your neck, and he enters his own dreamland just behind you.

 Because when all is said and done?

 You’re in between two sleepy boys who can’t help but dream the same dreams that you would too.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Christmas Time: Yandere Buddy Daddies x Teen Delinquent Reader

The sight of snow behind the luxury condo’s window still felt odd to you

 Even with the fluffy insulating blanket around your body it still felt…weird

You didn’t look at the orange and flower embroidered blanket rustling next to you

With a yawn, Miri poked her head out to look for you

“(Y/n)? W-where oh, there you are.”

She scooched up to you 

Shoving her way past your arms and into the comfort of your blanket, cozying up to your body

The sight of snow behind the luxury condo’s window still felt odd to you

 Even with the fluffy insulating blanket around your body it still felt…weird

You didn’t look at the orange and flower embroidered blanket rustling next to you

With a yawn, Miri poked her head out to look for you

“(Y/n)? W-where oh, there you are.”

She scooched up to you 

Shoving her way past your arms and into the comfort of your blanket, cozying up to your body

“You always up so early… it's like you’re trying to leave me out.”

“I’d never Miri.”

She hummed clutching at your matching pajamas

You didn’t bother looking away from the snow sighing to yourself

“Is this your first time seeing snow?”

It was Re–Papa Rei who somehow quietly slotted himself next to you 

His hair was pulled back and he was wearing a nice suit with little tears

“Another...bad interview?”

“...Yeah…” He forgot that’s what they’ve been telling you two

“So first time?”

“...No, just the first time I’m inside for it.”

You could feel him looking at you 

“I heard…I know…the snow’s really different when you’re not surviving against it.”

You looked at him, listlessly worried for you 

Before turning your attention back to the window

“Alright, everyone! Are special cozy Christmas brunch is ready!”

Miri sluggishly perked up still wobbly with the effects of early morning/night gift giving

Thanks to circumstance Papa Kazuki had to be really roundabout when bringing Miri home

So all three of you spent the night napping irregularly and driving around

Only returning past midnight and forced to open presents early due to Miri’s demand Republic dictatorship

You didn’t mind it, getting more things you’d never imagine yourself holding in three lifetimes

And receiving kisses and hugs from everyone for gifts you don’t remember wrapping

It felt strange

With Miri slowly waking up her and Kazuki’s shouts of a feast almost underway

Beckoning you and Rei to join

With one more look at you, he went stripping off his work attire

It was Papa Kazuki who came to you 

Standing in front of you to block the window

“You too grumpy pants! Come on up you go!”

He made the motions with his hand before he went to grab you

Picking you up with ease as he made his way to the dinner table

you thought he’d put you down once you got there but he carries you still

Stopping before your designated chair

“Uhm Papa-Kazuki?”

“Yes, bug?”

“Can you put me down?”

“Hmmm?”

The blonde-brunette pretended to think 

To which you rolled your eyes

Giving a reluctant kiss to his cheek 

He finally let you down

“Awww you’re so well-behaved. Merry Christmas (Y/n)!”

“Mewwy Cwistmas!”

“Miri take your time and chew your food!”

“Omkay.”

“...Happy Christmas (Y/n).”

You sighed looking down at your plate full of all your favorites

Then back at your…family

“Thanks, guys, uh Merry Christmas?”

[the-soul-detectives]

Posting all my fics here!

(Spoilers for Attack and Guilt)

A Party

The party downstairs was loud and chaotic, guests mingled and Alistair entertained with air magic. The door muffled the noise from the party, and behind that door was the makar himself, Callum Hunt. He was with the Rajavi prodigy, AKA his girlfriend, Tamara Rajavi.

They sat next to each other on Call's floor, hands laced together, earphones in one ear each. They were the only ones not downstairs. The couple were just in the small room, in their own little world, own little bubble of calm. Call then leaned his head onto Tamara's shoulder, his eyes slowly drooping. Tamara's hand instinctively went to the side of his head to stabilize him.

The makar felt her soft hand touch his face, softly caressing. That made the edges of his lips softly twitch, a gentle smile then appearing. His free arm reaches out to grab her waist, pulling her onto his lap. Tamara sighs, but it was more of acceptance rather than exasperation. She pulls his head onto her chest, her hands softly tugging and playing with his hair. They stayed there, no words exchanged, but their actions said enough about them.

Attack

Call stared at Tamara from across the battle field, the infamous silver mask covering his face. Miri was clutched in his hands, the weapon once representing his mother, now representing the child Alistair should've killed in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, if his father had just let him die in the cold and unforgiving cave, this wouldn't have happened. Too late now. It was too late to correct past mistakes. Or was it truly a mistake? Call wondered. Maybe it was right now to the Magisterium, but who cared? They were the ones to take him away from his father anyway. They were the reason his mother wasn't alive. Because of that stupid war.

"Call..." Tamara whispered under her breath, heart devastated. This wasn't the boy she knew. This wasn't the boy who intentionally tried to fail the Iron Trials because he father said so. This wasn't the boy that constantly whined about going to a magic school. This wasn't the boy that she had shared countless of nights with. No, this was a different person standing in front of her. One that had fully embraced being the thing he swore he wouldn't be. This wasn't Callum Hunt anymore—Was it ever? — This was Constantine Madden, back in the flesh.

He raised his arm and muttered a single word. A word that he promised never to utter as a command.

"Attack"

The Magical Café

"WHAT?!" Callum exclaimed, exasperated as hell. Tamara sat to his left, mouth wide open, looking almost offended. Aaron, who was in the kitchen meanwhile, looked slightly excited.

"Yes. We are serious. This is a new form of punishment we shall give to misbehaving students. And you three," Rufus glanced and his apprentices "Just happened to have a punishment pending due to that... Stunt you held in the refectory a few days back." His stance was firm, his voice was steady. He was certain with his decision.

So that's how the apprentices of Master Rufus ended up here, in the creatively named "The Magical Café". They were going to work as punishment. As bariatas. To the new café. Tamara and Call looked about ready to make the floor collapse. Aaron meanwhile was smiling sympathetically

"Cmon guys. It isn't THAT bad" He patted his friends backs. "It's just working as baristas. You make coffee and serve them. What could go wrong?"

"Aaron, you just jinxed us." Call pointed out, his eyes narrowing at his best friend. "Plus, this means that we have to talk to other people." he grumbled stubbornly. He wasn't a fan of people.

After a few moments of silent life questioning, Tamara sighed, grabbing her apron and tying it behind her back. "Well, if we're gonna do this, we better do this right. Master Rufus said that we'd get another shift if our services were rated a 7 below." A collective shudder went through the three of them.

Eventually, with a begrudging pout, Call grumbled something about "Elementals being easier to deal with than customers" and called divs on making the coffee. Probably for the best. Aaron was in charge of serving the drinks to customers since he was the least clumsy and he loved people. Tamara took the cashier since she knew soxial cues and how to deal with people since... Rich family requires a lot of socializing.

First hour in. It was manageable. A few students. Elementals (somehow? Neither of them knew why). And a few masters. Nothing too irritating. Until 11am. When a flood of people came in. What. The. Hell. It wasn't lunch rush yet?!

The trio stared at the growing line. Then to each other. Then back to the growing line. With a synced sigh, Call rolled up his sleeves, Tamara put on her most polite face, and Aaron rolled his shoulders. Today was gonna be busy.

Call worked efficiently, hands busy while he stared at the orders on the tablet. His hand-eye coordination was surprisingly good for a guy like him. He worked on the coffees as quickly as he could and put them on the counter for Aaron to serve. Aaron was surprisingly good at his job. He greeted customers and initiated a bit of small talk. Considering he was THE makar.. Yea, that would definitely help their reviews. Tamara was amazing at her job. She kept a polite smile and a cheerful voice. Call wondered how the hell could she do it. If it were him, he'd be drained after the first five customers.

Eventually... It was over. It was finally lunch break for them. The lunch rush was over. Tamara put up the "On break" sign and sat down with Call and Aaron at one of the booths. Rufus came in to check on his apprentices, who were snacking on some lichen and bologna sandwiches. With a chuckle, the master approached the wistful trio.

"So, how was your day so far?" He asked in a dry yet teasing tone. Aaron was the first to answer.

"It was... Fine." Though, the weary and tired look on his face said otherwise. Tamara opened her mouth next.

"It was exhausting. I never wanna do this again" She slumped on the table, braids a mess. Call untied her braids and brushed out her hair as he answered himself.

"It was hell on earth. I got burnt by hot coffee several times." He grumbled bitterly. Almost as bitter as pure coffee. "I couldn't heal it because those damn orders kept coming. I am a single teenager here!" The makar rolled his eyes while rebraiding Tamara's hair.

Rufus chuckled and sat next to Aaron then patted his back. "You're doing a great job so far. I only hear positive things about you three from the customers. So far." The underlying threat wasn't lost on the three apprentices.

"Anyhow. I must get going" He stood up and dusted off his deep purple robes. "There are still many matters to attend to. I expect to hear these stunning reviews till your shift has ended" Then he walks out.

Call, Aaron, and Tamara looked at each other, then laughed. Yea, they could only hope those shiny reviews would stay

Guilt

17 days, 6 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds. Aaron has been keeping count. How could he not? He couldn't keep the moment out of his mind. The moment where Tamara lunged at him and Call was hit with the Alkahest. The blast of light was burned into his head. The guilt was too much. He had locked himself in his room. He couldn't even bear to go to the funeral. To see his best friends eyes, now forever closed. Doomed to death.

Tamara stared at the ceiling, her eyes tired and red rimmed from the amount of tears she's shed. She had been having trouble sleeping at night due to the guilt. Seeing Call in his suit made it worse. Seeing him in that coffin, knowing that she could've saved him. Could've saved both of them. But... Fate had other plans. Sometimes, she thinks about the what ifs. The constsnt what ifs. What if she had saved Call instead of Aaron? Would he be mad? It kept her up at night. Her parents visited a lot, even gave her some pills to help with insomnia. She never took them. How could she sleep peacefully now that one of her best friends was dead?

Jasper sat on the floor of his room. He didn't really know what to think. His frenemy was dead. Maybe it was for the better. He was the Enemy of death, wasn't he? Everyone wanted that guy dead. He should be non chalant about it. He was thw literal start of all his misfortune. Starting from when he took his spot as Rufus' apprentice during the Iron Trials. But why... Why did he feel so empty? Like, something was missing. He attended the funeral. He saw Call in the coffin. He was given the proper burial of a makar. That was good at least. He shouldn't have cried. He wasn't even that close to Call. Yea, he spent a few nights at his place. Yea, he knew his secret. Yea, Call trusted him with said secret. But they weren't that close. At least, that's what he always told himself. So he could stop the tears that fell. It always failed.

Rufus sat on his desk, hands clasped together tightly. An assembly member was talking from across him, but he couldn't hear them. All he could hear were the panicked yells of his students. The words "Call is dead." rang in ears. Callum Hunt was dead. His student. The strange pick of this. The one that didn't quite fit in. He remembers the Iron Trials. Seeing that strange boy enter with his forner student. Seeing his attmepts to fail. He was the first one to get a negative score in the history of the Iron Trials. He couldn't have ever imagined all that... Could led up to this. And maybe, jusr maybe, if he didn't pivk Callum in the first place and stripped him of his magic... This wouldn't happen. He wouldn't be laying in a coffin, 6 feet deep.

Alistair was wracked with guilt. His tears wouldn't —couldn't—stop. Thid was all in his fault. He let Call go with them in the first place. His instincts were right all along. His son... Oh his poor son... The light of his life. The only reason he kept on going after Sarah's death... Sarah's death... She died while holding baby Callum. Holding the little life they created together. And carved behind her, on thst ice wall... KILL THE CHILD. He didn't have the heart to do so. So he didn't.. But now, he was reaping what he should've sown years ago.

Sarah

White. Soft. Bright. Those were the words Call would describe the place he was in right now. He doesn't remember much before this. But maybe he will later. But for now... He sat up. Feeling the fluff beneath his hands. It was just... A bright white expanse. Where was he?

He stoods up and looked around. Nothin. Just pure nothing. Eventually, he decided to walk, mindlessly roaming around until he found some sort of sign of life. A soft sigh escaped his lips. Yknow... Despite the endless, void-like expanse... It was kinda peaceful here. He definitely felt... Lighter. Way lighter than he ever had in his life. It made him wanna stop and just sink into the delicate, cloud like floor. It was ethereal here, he wasn't gonna deny that. Suddenly, a burst of color surrounds him. Butterflies. They were swarming him.

Usually, he would freak the hell out. Like, whwre did these little guys come from? But now... He just made him smile and giggle... It was kinda ticklish. So soft. So gentle. A black one came to him. His stuck his finger out and he let it sit there. It had black wing, and a bright orange edge around it. It was bolder than its other, pastel friends. Suddenly... They all fly away. Except the one on his finger.

The black butterfly then flew to... Someone else? It made Call exhale. Finally, another person. The woman had long black hair, a white dress, and a white sunhat. Geez, ethereal much? But honestly, Call couldn't bring himself to say that. His insides started to feel all... Fuzzy. And warm. Like he finally found the meaning of life in this woman.

She turned around, her silver eyes meeting his. Suddenly, his throat tightened. He swallowed a breath, his hands fidgeting nervously. She was kinda pretty...

This was his mom, wasn't it? He didn't know what bought him to that conclusion... But he met it. He shyly raised his hand for a handshake.

"Uh... Hi. I'm Call" His mom chuckled and leaned down to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Callum. I see your dad has raised you well." Call shuffled at the comment. Where was his dad? And why was Sarah here? Those questions started in his mind, then easily faded away. Like those questions didn't matter. Maybe it didn't.

Sarah then pulled him in, arms wrapping around her son. "My little army boy... You've done well. I'm so proud of the person who became" Warm. Soft. Call immediately melted, arms hugging her back as well. Maybe... Maybe he was better off here. Peaceful, with his mom. And maybe... That was enough.

Tags : @icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember @theenemyod @thishumanformislimiting

[sugar-grigri]

An overlay of games

Two injured arms? What are you trying to tell us, Fujimoto ?

The interesting thing about the first part of the chapter is this page in which Denji hesitantly answers. It's another way of accentuating his existential crisis, even when he's called an impostor, Denji can't defend his position firmly and confidently.

It's normal, he's still bound by the dilemma of the public hunters who have forbidden him to reveal and be Chainsaw Man himself, and above all he's competing with the impostor for his own identity.

Denji isn't THAT scandalized by being pointed out as a wannabe CSM because he is one now, he's been so robbed of his identity that he's almost willing to become himself.

This chapter also hints at the fact that the public hunters don't agree on everything, probably because of a hierarchy or unity game. For example, some hunters only thought that the church was having fun playing CSM, not knowing that it was fighting against the prophecy of Nostradamus.

However, this information was gathered by Yoshida through his interview with Fami, but it remained highly confidential. Here again, this public hunter doesn't know that Denji is CSM. In short, information isn't leaking out of the Special Division 7.

Yoshida is the mediator between the public hunters and Denji, but also with the church with Fami. Katana, Quanxi and the possessed man with the dripping brain are the henchmen. Fumiko is the one in charge of preventing any temptation on Denji's part to get closer to the church.

But there's something else that I find even more interesting that follows this point. If we try to untangle everyone's role. We end up with Yoshida; Quanxi; Katana; the possessed one with the overflowing brain; Fumiko; Denji and on the other, on the church side, we have Fami, Barem, Miri, the weapon of the whip, the bow and finally Asa. That's six against six.

Asa's room is 606. And as I've explained several times, Fujimoto tends to play with numbers in this part 2. So I'm going to try and give you an explanation.

When I saw that not only Quanxi had her arm bruised but Yoshida had sliced Asa's arm, the first thing I thought was "a tie". On one side we have Quanxi losing her arm to protect while on the other we have Yoshida attacking with a slice. The fact remains that an arm has been lost on each side, so there's a certain balance.

Let me remind you that there are six against six in this game, and nobody has won any points yet, which makes 0. 6 0 6, ball in the middle.

I sincerely believe that what Fujimoto is setting up is a form of game, a war in which we're going to have to keep score. Barem is called Barem BRIDGE, a card game of 2. against 2. This time it's not just a game about the clan war but the whole manga: Fami and Barem on one side, the demon of Death and maybe Fake! CSM on the other

Did you know that one of the players called himself the dead man? ;))))))

I think the human usurper and fake!CSM are two different entities because the demon has twice interfered with Fami's plan by eliminating the fire demon (Yuko) and saving Denji and Asa.

But it doesn't stop there, so let me come back to a few bridge rules (I don't know how to play, so if I'm wrong, please correct me). The game opens with the "contract", i.e. declarer commits to making a given number of tricks. Just like the beginning of the game in CSM started with Barem announcing his contract with the fire demon.

A game of bridge is played in several moves, each move corresponding to a deal. Each player holds 13 cards, which they have arranged in a row to form what is known as their "deck" or "hand". Again, this is not to say that game 2 works exactly like bridge (and its horribly complex rules) but rather to emphasise the symbolism.

Every time one of the sides moves, an injury occurs, a limb is neutralised or even pulverised.

I wanted to end this analysis with the "strong" part of the chapter, Yoru's return in force. I was stuck on the symbolism of the arm, its symbolism in art and its relationship to war. So much so that I forgot to read the line: Yoru is a team player, she speaks as "we".

And then everything fell into place. There's a contrast between Yoru's exaltation and the fact that she's still missing a member. But everything makes sense with this fusion introduced by the "we".

Yoru is missing nothing, not even an arm, and Asa has become the perfect continuity of her being and her limbs.

Asa may have transformed her flat, her home, but she hasn't lost her bearings, because each of these girls has become the home of the other.

While Denji denies the duality of his being, Asa is embracing it.

While Yoru, even without her arm, feels her strength reaching its peak thanks to her completeness with Asa.

Now, don't you think that making room 606 a weapon whose number symbolizes the status quo is just the beginning of hostilities?

To be obsessed with victory, even if it means leaving your mark, isn't that the definition of waging war?

Or is it just playing a card game ?

[1800titz]

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She’s never been any good at self preservation. Lights, camera, action— roll over— good girl.

She knows how Harry likes to kiss— it’s somewhere between a soft brush that lingers, wet, and an iron potency that pins her in place. Purposeful. A warm palm that snakes over the column of her throat, a thumb that sweeps against the thick of her pattering pulse. Digits that press into her with a tender hegemony. Soap. Mentha that she chases, slick over his teeth. An illicit tonic in the shape of his tongue when he licks into her mouth. Tongue, tongue, tongue, tongue, tongue. 

His dusting of facial hair is gritty sandpaper to her jaw, her cheeks. A chaser for the soft way he seeps in between her teeth.

And then— 

“You’ve gotta share her.”

Amara is a respite that nips. A warmth that gnaws into her and clots her lungs. She’s silken— velvet where he’s coarse, but she twists Y/N’s neck and sweeps into the gap her teeth with such scorching prurience that it clogs her head. Makes something swim in the miry swell, choppy like sludge. 

Makes her marrow ache. 

She tucks Y/N’s hair behind her ear and bleeds into her hungry mouth like liquid sugar so sweetly— and then an anchor. Tenebrose, heavy, like the inky totem carved into his forearm. Tiger draws a stripe with his tongue across the straining side of Y/N’s throat. Takes her lobe between his teeth, palms sweeping feverish over the vale of her waist, all while Laces scrapes her tongue across her teeth like she’s wanted to swallow her whole, after all. A coy thing baiting with false, demure virtue. 

The clothes come off in layers. Peeling to unearth. Fragment by fragment, discarded until all that’s left is denuded hunger. 

Warm hands pasting over her flesh, sticking to her skin, lips stippling up the column of her throat, suckling. She submerges in the wave of their famine, and the rug kisses her knees as she scrapes over the firm muscle at Harry’s thighs. Has her hair tucked back by a feminine palm. 

Another stretches out to cup over the base of Harry’s cock and squeeze— to aim his leaky pink cockhead towards Y/N’s pout. Laces wrings her hair over her fist, and Harry rocks on his heels (a subtle motion— she notes the way he twitches in the other woman’s grasp). 

“Give it a little taste, Birdie.” 

“Mm,” Harry hums. He thumbs at her cheek with warm skin, “Go on, pet.” 

She knows what Harry’s cock tastes like, and still, there’s another flavor that coats the back of her throat with Laces fisting over his hilt. Something glacé when a different hand nudges at the back of her skull (than usual) and his tip blurts over her taste buds. Something treacly enmeshed with the familiarity of his salty precum bubbling out when Tiger drives the tips of his fingers against her temple. She wraps her lips over and suckles. 

“Good girl,” Laces murmurs, kneeling beside her, and a gnarled galvanism skulks her vertebrae when Y/N is forced to recognize that this is, in fact, not a team effort. 

That she’s not fondling over Tiger’s shaft with some sort of synergy— waiting for her turn to hollow her cheeks over his cock. The buzz throbs up through her nape when her hands become batted away. When Amara knots into the roots at her crown sharper— “Ah-ah.”

It’s a reminder that Amara isn’t her ally. 

Hunger— it swelters in her belly, froths until it’s an intumescence. It morphs into a treacle that crowds up around her lungs and wraps her womb in it when his fat cockhead prods against the back of her throat and Laces holds her there. Bobs her head over him until Y/N is spluttering a sloppy mess around him. 

Her jaw aches. Laces yanks her off and lets her chest roll as she wheezes. 

“Good girl,” she coos again, patting at the fleshy margin of her cheek. In Y/N’s peripherals, Tiger’s cock pulses, swollen, and red, and spit-slicked. Laces glances away, “—She is a pretty thing with her eyes all wet—“

Like they’d discussed it— dissecting her mannerisms and habits apart, what she looked like gagging around him—

Y/N doesn’t have the time to mull over that little revelation, because the moment her breathing slows into a more pacific rhythm, she’s guided back and Harry’s tip is smearing precum to her lips.

[dr-demi-bee]

Day 13--------------------Read on AO3--------------------------

Pairing: Miri/Gale Prompt: Mirror sex Post canon, Soft, What it says on the box chief, NSFW

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"Gods, look at you..." Gale's voice is full of a hushed awe. His eyes positively sparkling with admiration as she watches him approach from behind through the full length mirror. His gaze roves over her form, admiring every inch of her.

Miri's wearing a snug, floor-length charmeuse gown - a stunning, deep emerald that perfectly compliments her tan skin. Soft cape sleeves hang around her biceps, the fabric gathers at her hips to spill like a waterfall to the floor. Gorgeous.

She’s examining the fit, twisting this way and that to see herself and fussing with the fabric. They’d had it made for an upcoming formal event at the Academy. He can tell she's not sure of it - but it had turned out even better than Gale had hoped.

She feels terrifically out of her depth in such finery. Miri would sooner attend nude, but apparently 'polite society' requires...this.

Her restless fidgeting stills when Gale's gentle hands rest upon her hips and he places a tender kiss to her bare shoulder. Gale's touch is warm, gentle and familiar as he leans into her from behind.

"You approve?" Miri asks softly.

"Beyond words," he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin as he presses another gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. "You look absolutely resplendent, my love."

She meets his gaze in the mirror with a soft smile.

"It fits the dress code?"

Gale gives an approving hum. "It certainly satisfies the dress code."

Miri breathes a soft sigh of relief. It had required a rather lengthy and confusing conversation with the tailor at the boutique to get the gown and she was glad to not have to revisit it.

"It also fits you like a glove, my love. Absolutely gorgeous." His hands move slowly, tracing softly up and down her sides, his lips brushing along her bared shoulder.

Her eyes follow Gale's every move in the mirror, watching the path of his hands and lips, the trail of his appreciative gaze.

"I am glad you like it."

Gale chuckles, his hands slide down soft, smooth fabric to gently caress the curve of her hips. His fingers hook into the soft flesh and pull her flush against him.

"Oh, I more than like it," Gale purrs in her ear, his tone low and laced with an unmistakable desire. "In fact, I am having a very hard time restraining the urge to tear it off you..."

Miri's brows raise with a surprised delight as she meets his gaze once more through the mirror.

"Cheeky," she murmurs with a sly smile, "I would rather not have to replace it."

He grins back unabashedly, his hand sliding up from her hip and slowly tracing the bared line of her collarbone, his touch setting her skin aflame. He gathers the long tresses of her hair, running his fingers through the stands reverently, before pulling it over her other shoulder. Gale eagerly presses his lips to the freshly exposed skin of her neck.

"Perhaps I could just..." he murmurs between hot kisses, his voice a low, teasing rumble, "Remove it slowly. Savor the anticipation and the pleasure of slowly uncovering such a magnificent gift... by uncovering you."

Miri's smile widens a fraction. Yet her eyes cannot tear away from watching his hands on her through their reflection. Rapt as she watches those fingers slide tantalizingly over the soft swell of her chest and down. One hand curves to hold her waist, his arm banding around her to keep her pressed close. The other arcing over her hip to tease at the top of the slit in the skirt. He lets out a soft groan when the smooth feel of the charmeuse gives way to the soft skin of her thighs.

"Insatiable," she teases softly.

Gale huffs a soft laugh, his pleased smile widening into a wicked smirk. His eyes gleam in the mirror as he watches her reaction to his touch. He leans his head against hers, nuzzling against her hair with his lips close to the long line of her ear. When he speaks, his warm breath across her ear makes her shiver.

"Are you surprised, my love?” His voice is a low, seductive croon. A tone he knows well makes her knees weak. “Have you any idea how beautiful you are right now? How utterly tantalizing you look?”

His hand slides lower, along the exposed line of her thighs. Miri’s breath hitches slightly as his hand travels upward, bunching the fabric up as he goes and exposing more skin.

“How badly I want to kiss and touch every inch of your skin right now?"

"You seem to feel that way no matter what I wear," Miri returns with a roguish smile.

"Well, you're not wrong there," he murmurs, matching her expression as he meets her gaze in the mirror.

Gale’s focus moves over her form, down to where his hand finds her skin. The heat of his gaze fixes on the way the emerald charmeuse moves over her skin, revealing slivers of bare flesh. His hand continues a slow ascent, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pauses as he reaches the top of her thigh, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly when he notices she wears nothing beneath.

"Gods...Miri. Just looking at you like this has my blood boiling in my veins," he breathes raggedly against the skin of her neck, pausing to press his face against her, greedily inhaling her scent.

Miri hums a soft, breathless sound, her gaze darkening as she too fixes her gaze upon their reflection. Something about seeing him touching her has heat similarly simmering through her. She watches as her own cheeks flush a soft, beguiling pink.

Gale can't look away - watching the way she responds to just his touch through the reflection - the way her lips part to reveal the points of those long canines and her eyes darken. The color of her cheeks alone has his heart racing and heat pooling in his gut.

He steps closer, notching his feet beside hers and pressing his chest flush against her back. Her body fits so perfectly in his embrace. Miri leans back against him, just so, as they fit together like corresponding puzzle pieces. Her hand moves, reaching up to cup the back of his neck as her head tilts back against his shoulder. She breathes his name like a soft prayer, a reverent sigh. But her eyes never leave their reflection.

He hums his appreciation low in his throat. He can feel the heat of her skin beneath the fabric, can see the way her body responds to his touch. He wants to tear the gown from her, his desire for her burning like a wildfire, but he restrains himself, knowing the pleasure he could savor by taking his time. So instead the hand at her thigh slips slowly higher, dipping beneath the fabric to find the heat between her thighs.

"My sweet Miri, you're so beautiful," Gale murmurs, his lips against her ear, "Absolutely divine..."

"Gale..." She shifts restlessly against him. Somehow watching his hand roaming across her body, seeing him touch her with his lips pressing to her neck, sets her body ablaze. The expert way he wrings pleasure from her with those long harpists fingers. The force of her desire for him has her nearly trembling.

His breath hitches as he feels her shiver against him. His free hand moves, gripping her hip to still her restlessness, before sliding higher, up the smooth plane of her stomach and along the underside of her breast. He groans softly, his touch light and teasing.

"Gods, Miri... you have no idea what you do to me." He murmurs his praise against her neck, her shoulder, his voice thick with desire

"Please, vhenan..." She whines softly, her impatience evident. She wants to see him do more - touch more - to watch him bare her skin...

His breath shudders out of him at her pleading tone, her plea like a command that he happily obeys. Gale withdraws his fingers from her, holding her gaze in the mirror as he brings them to his lips to savor the taste of her. Miri lets out a shuddering breath as she watches, feeling like she might burn alive.

"As you wish, my love," he purrs in her ear.

Gale holds his gaze on hers - and his hands slide excruciatingly slowly up over the silky soft charmeuse to the ties at the back of the gown, teasing every inch along the way. Nimble fingers making quick work of the small barrier between them. The dress loosens, revealing more and more of her skin to his appreciative gaze.

He keeps his gaze on her through the mirror, watching every subtle change of her expression. He's enthralled by everything about her - his touch, his gaze, his very essence completely focused on her.

"Watch us, my love,” Gale breathes, “Watch me touch you..."

Those bright green eyes drink in every move and moment. Hungry .The flush in her cheeks, the soft, trembling breaths of her anticipation - it's driving him insane with raw need.

As Gale fully loosens the ties on the back of the dress, it slips formlessly off her frame to pool around her feet on her floor. He swallows hard, his breath catching in his chest as he looks at her reflection. His hands move to her hips again, holding her in place in front of him, his gaze drinking her in with an almost reverent awe.

The sight of her is nearly enough to bring him to tears. Gone are the stark lines of her ribs, the gaunt tuck of her stomach. Her strength has never waned, but the fierce hunger of her isolation and the hardness of the road are eased at last - softened by the devoted of his care. Gale’s hands roams reverently up her sides, across her stomach. The gentle plush of her even more gorgeous than the day they met.

"Gods... look at you," he murmurs, his voice hushed with awe - hardly daring to believe Miri is his. His wife. "You're so beautiful... Like a living, breathing piece of art..."

She meets his gaze in the reflection through her eyelashes, looking up at him through hooded eyes. Miri's breath comes quickly under his praise and the heat of his hands on her skin. And seeing it all reflected back at her... Miri growls softly.

He bites off a curse, his hands gripping her hips harder at that sound, his eyes darkening, his desire swelling like a wave. He wants to take her right here - to let her feel what she does to him - but he can't tear his eyes away from the mirror, watching their every move. Miri must see it in his gaze, the stuttering of his hands. Because she tilts her head just slightly, to look up at him directly.

"I want to see you...watch you take me," Miri breathes softly when he meets her gaze.

His whole body seems to throb at those words - her desire like a command to his body, her wish a request he is all too happy to oblige. A low, groaning approval rumbles from his chest as he responds with a wordless agreement, capturing her lips with a fierce kiss.

When they part, he redirects her gaze with a soft hand on her chin. As she watches his hands reach up to slowly begin unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on her through the reflection.

Miri stares back, watching his every move with open hunger. He meets her gaze, his desire for her blatantly written over his face as he slowly finishes unbuttoning his shirt and shrugs it from his shoulders. He undoes the buttons on his trousers, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes and attention never straying from her.

Gale pulls his trousers down, kicking them off. His undergarments are the last to go - his desire for her clear - and then he steps closer once more and presses his bare skin flush against hers. Miri moans softly at the warm contact of his skin against hers, her eyelids fluttering slightly. She reaches back to grasp his hips.

"Miri... Gods, my Miri...My love," Gale murmurs against her neck, his voice a hoarse whisper of raw, aching desire.

Strong arms band around her waist, holding her close as he presses his lips to her temple, nuzzling close against her. They sink slowly together to their knees. Gale slots himself between her legs, and they both moan at the feel of him sliding against her. For a moment they seem frozen in their admiration - reflected back in perfect clarity the dark image of their raw want.

As they join it’s slow, ardent and heated. Tender whispers and cries traded back and forth among the slow quest of fingers and the rolling sway of their hips. Gale brings her to the brink as only he knows how, and he follows Miri shortly thereafter, their love echoing in the sacred space of their room.

@lanafofana @lastlight-inn @waterdeep-weavemoss

@crimson-and-lavender @feedthepheasants @spooky-lil-bee

@heartfluttered

[accidentallybeshert]

Accidentally Beshert by The Kosher Serial Chapter One

“Chaim Leider, 25, from Cincinnati, OH. Went to WITS, currently in college for accounting in Bergenfield, NJ. Picture attached.”

I had no idea who this guy was, but his shidduch resume just appeared in my google drive one day. So… sign from Hashem? Or just plain creepy? I searched every possible way I could think of that his resume might have come to me, but I couldn’t seem to trace it at all.

I considered deleting it…. He was kind of cute, though.... 

In the end I just ignored it. I’d even forgotten that it was there until the odd occasion where I went searching through my google drive for something and came across it again, each time more befuddled than the time before. WHERE had it come from??

I had this one friend who was always trying to set me up with random guys, but when I'd come across this doc the first time six years ago, she'd denied having any knowledge of who he was or having sent the resume to me.

So… definitely creepy. But… also, maybe a sign from Hashem.

I sat there squinting at it for probably the 5th time in as many years, wondering for the millionth time who he was, where this document had come from, and... if he had ever gotten married.

He’d be about 30 or 31 now, I thought to myself, trying to picture him several years older than the included photo.

“Hey, Miri, what are you doing?” My sister was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. Her expression was accusatory, like she thought she might have caught me doing something sketchy. “Who are you ogling, there?”

I immediately closed the tab in my browser, switching back to something less conspicuous. “What are you even talking about?” I countered, my heart starting to race, though I wasn’t sure why. It’s not like I was actually doing anything wrong.

At the question, my sister began to smirk. “Ok, sure. Details. NOW.” She demanded. For someone three years younger than me, she always seemed to have an air of authority that I could never seem to muster.

“I’m not ogling anyone.” I said, trying to sound like that statement was even remotely true.

She just chuckled back at me. “Liar. You should have seen your face.”

For a moment I sat there, affronted. Had I been making a weird face? No... I didn’t think so, anyway. “What? My face wasn’t doing anything weird.”

“Dude. You practically had drool coming out of your mouth,” she said, mimicking a slack jawed drooler, her tongue sticking out.

“Oh, shut up!” I grabbed a throw pillow and aimed for her head. “I did not!”

“Hey!” she yelled, unfolding her arms to pick up the pillow and throwing it back at me. “Do you actually think your actions right now are those of an innocent party?”

Ok, she had a point there. But I couldn’t give an inch. “So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?”

She shook her head at me with mock disappointment. “Hon, verbal assault is never an excuse for physical retaliation.” God, she sounded so much like our father, the lawyer.

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to her. “But you admit there was some unnecessary violence in your own words.”

“Whoa,” she said, walking into my room. “No one said anything about violence. But you’re changing the subject. Who was the dude you were ogl— ok, fine!” she held up her hands defensively when I glared at her. “The guy you were staring at?”

“Ugh. It’s nobody.”

“Well, if it’s a nobody, it was clearly a somebody.”

“What?”

She laughed. “Just telllll me! Or I’m telling Ima you have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, sure. Like Ima would ever believe that.”

“Um, I interned with Abba for a semester,” she said, pointedly. “I’m sure I could make a convincing argument.”

Yep. That was true. Had been our whole lives. The internship aside, Dina had always had a natural ability to craft and win any argument. It was super annoying.

“Whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Whatever is a loser’s final word,” she mocked, still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at her again, “WHAT. EH. VER.”

“Well, if you seriously don’t care, I think I’ll go have that chat with Ima right now…” she teased, as she started back towards the door.

“You’re not going to really do that,” I said, unsure of the words, even as I spoke them.

“Try me,” she said, mischief written all over her face.

“Dina!” I yelled at her back, warningly, as she practically skipped away.

“Ohhhh, Ima!” I heard her call out as she disappeared into the hallway outside my room.

“DINA!” I stood up and rushed to the door. “Fine!! I’ll tell y—“ I broke off as I marched through the door and saw her standing in the hallway, arms crossed again grinning at me.

“Ima’s not even home,” she said, one eyebrow cocked with a satisfactory smirk. “Now spill!”

I threw my head back in exasperation and groaned as I marched back into my room with Dina at my heels. She was infuriating. “You exhaust me.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” she laughed. “So, nu? Who’s the guy?”

“Chaim Leider, 25, from Cincinnati, OH. Went to WITS, currently in college for accounting in Bergenfield, NJ.” I recited from memory as I sat back on my bed and pulled my computer over. One ctrl+shft+t later and Chaim’s face was staring back at us.

“Oh, cool. Seems a bit young for you though. Did someone redt him to you?” She leaned over my shoulder to see the resume.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

Puzzled, she turned her face towards mine and was so close I had to lean back to see her. “What?” She asked, confused.

“What what?” I asked.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

She leaned back. “How could you have no idea? Where did you find his resume?”

“In my google drive.”

“So… someone sent it to you.”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know!?”

Ugh. Sibling conversations are always so annoyingly circular.

“You know, as a previous lawyer in training, I’d have thought your skills at getting info from people would be a bit better,” I said, matching her annoyance.

She rolled her eyes. “I just don’t understand. If you have his resume in your google drive, it must have been an attachment from someone. If it was an attachment, shouldn’t you know who sent it and why?”

“You’d think,” I shrugged again. “But it was like six years ago.”

​”Wait, what?” Now she looked as bewildered as I felt every time I opened the file. “You’ve had this thing for six years?”

“Yep.”

“And you just..." She raised her eyebrows at me. "Pull it out and stare at it?”

“No!” I blushed. “I forget it’s there and only come across it every so often when I’m searching my drive for something else.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Well, he’s probably married at this point," she said, leaning forward again to read the screen.

“Probably.”

“So, why haven’t you deleted it?”

“I’m not really sure,” I confessed. “For several months I tried to figure out where it had come from and when that didn’t work, I kinda’ forgot it was there.” I shrugged. “Like I said, every so often I come across it again and it just irks me that I have no idea how it ended up in my drive.”

Dina leaned back. “Weird.”

“Yep.”

“Have you googled him?”

“What? No.” 

“Why not?”

I had no answer. 

“Don’t you think it’s kinda’ creepy to keep pulling out this picture of a random dude who could totally be married and putting his oldest into, like, elementary school?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“Look, you should at least figure out if he’s married.”

“Why? Would that make it any less weird?”

She shrugged, “I dunno. Maybe.”

I stared at her for a moment, contemplating. 

“Dude!” She said loudly. “DO IT.”

“Like now?”

“Miri, how daft can you be!? Yes, now!” she practically yelled, pointing at the screen.

“FINE!” I shouted back at her. I opened a new tab and paused at the search bar. 

“What do I even search?” I said aloud.

Dina sighed. “You know, sometimes it’s so hard to believe you’re an adult.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Obviously the info you just said to me!” She said, exasperatedly. “His name and location for starts. Maybe even add in the word engaged or mazel tov in quotation marks to see if any simchas pop up.”

I turned back to the screen and typed in [“Chaim Dovid Leider” “Ohio”] and waited for the results to load. Nothing. I tried [“Chaim Dovid Leider” “WITS”] and still got nothing. 

“Huh.” Dina said, disappointed. “That’s so bizarre. Try it without the middle name.”

I tried again without the name Dovid and still got nothing. 

“Miri!” Dina looked shocked and excited by this lack of development. “This is SO WEIRD!”

“I know!” I said, eyes over-exaggeratedly wide. “I have no idea who this is or where this came from!”

“Miri! We have to find this guy!” Dina’s excitement level was rising, which was never a good thing for me. 

“Dina! No, we don’t!” I said, mocking her excited tone.

“MIRI! YES WE DO!” She was practically hopping up and down on my bed now. 

“Dina! No! Down, girl!” I admonished her, trying to temper that excitement.

“OMIGOSH, MIRI! This is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened! Who is this guy!? How did his resume end up in your drive!? It HAS to be a sign from Hashem!”

“Yeah, it’s weird, but that doesn’t mean it has to be a sign from Hashem. Like you said, he could be married.”

“But there’s only one way to find out! We have to find him!”

“And how on earth would you even go about doing that?”

“A nation-wide search, obviously! Omigosh, it would be like the reverse Cinderella! How cute would it be if he’s still single and pining away for YOU!” Dina leapt off my bed and started pacing excitedly. 

“Dina, first of all, how would he even know who I am. That’s absurd. Second, this is in no way a Cinderella or… reverse Cinderella? And third, there’s no way to do a nation-wide search for someone who doesn’t even show up on google.”

“Miri, what if HE got YOUR resume randomly in his dropbox or something!?”

“Ok, now you’re off in fantasy land.”

“Or maybe you’re just too much of a cynic,” she said, stopping her pacing to turn to me and shake her head. “Where is your emunah!? Hashem can do ANYTHING! Why couldn’t He do this?”

“I’m not saying Hashem couldn’t do this, I’m just saying He didn’t. It’s… ridiculous. Impractical.”

Dina looked at me incredulous. “Miri, that’s what nissim are. They’re ridiculous and impractical. And also miraculous and beautiful and amazing!”

I rolled my eyes again. Obviously she was right. But not about this. She couldn't be. Just because I got his resume randomly, weirdly, in my online storage doesn’t mean he had mine. Things didn’t work like that. And even if they had, clearly he didn’t want to meet me, since he hadn’t taken the time to google and reach out to me either. I mean, I was at least on facebook and had a business website, totally google-able.

“You’re so ridiculous,” was all I could say, rolling my eyes.

“You’re just saying that because you know I’m right,” she said, smiling at me knowingly. 

“Ugh. Please just drop this.” I said, closing the tab again.

“Fine,” she said, turning on her heel and heading back out the door. 

But that had been too easy. I had a feeling this would not be the end of this conversation…