#I'm not okay with 'he's complete shit and you should feel ashamed for liking him' *proceeds to tag the post* like DUDE NO hahaha

[ndostairlyrium]

I really should draw a hair chart for Cullen shouldn't I

I've drawn him in so many hairstyles I'd need three hands to count them lol

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"PLEASE, DO IT"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DAVE

I hope you like it! ☝🖤😌

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

"Thanks so much for inviting me," Dave said as he entered your house

You'd told him you wanted to come over after school, since he wanted to watch a superhero movie exclusive to Netflix.

Since he didn't have the app installed, you told him he could come over to your house to watch it if he wanted.

So there you were.

It was obvious he hadn't been alone at a girl's house.

He watched everything nervously, as if the walls were going to swallow him up at any moment.

You smiled as he dropped his backpack by the entrance and took off his jacket, revealing a green short-sleeved t-shirt.

You did your best not to look at his arms, but to no avail. You didn't know if he'd noticed your scrutiny.

He pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose and nodded.

"I like your house, it's very… cozy."

"Thanks," you smiled. "My mom always tries to make it that way." You went into the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" "I made popcorn," you asked.

"Really?" he asked excitedly. You nodded.

"Of course, a movie isn't as enjoyable with popcorn as it is without," you said, pouring it into two bowls and giving him one. "Here. I left it undercooked, so it should be soft." "This is it…" he murmured, looking at you with flushed cheeks.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." You smiled, looking away from him as you sat down on the couch. "What's the name of the movie?"

Dave told you the title, and after finding it, you hit play and relaxed.

Then you burst into tears.

They just flowed out of you. He stopped the movie and looked at you with concern.

"Are you okay?" –he whispered-

“Yeah, it’s just…” you wiped your tears away, “my ex-boyfriend texted me this morning saying things…” you swallowed hard, “horrible things.”

“Shit,” Dave blurted out, “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “That guy’s an asshole,” he said. “He didn’t deserve you,” he added. “A lot of other people around you would kill to be with you.”

“Do you think so?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he affirmed. “I mean, look at you!” You're…" He swallowed hard, the blush returning to his cheeks. "Hey, we don't have to watch the movie if you don't want to. I can go home and give you some space to yourself. We'll watch it another day."

"No," you interrupted gently. "The last thing I need right now is to be alone," you whispered. "Please stay."

"Okay, I'll stay," he agreed. You smiled, feeling yourself calm down.

"Thanks," you whispered before adding. "Do you know what I'd like to do?"

"No idea," he murmured. "What were you thinking?"

"Tell me something you've always wanted to tell me that I don't know." You smiled. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"I-I don't think that thing exists," he confessed. You clicked your tongue.

"Come on!" There must be something there, you whispered, think.

Dave thought carefully before speaking again.

"Maybe there is something…"

"I knew it," you smiled excitedly. "Tell me, tell me," you encouraged him.

"Remember when I told you last year that I wasn't a virgin anymore?" you nodded. "Well, I lied to you."

"Why?" you whispered, holding his gaze.

"I don't know, I…" he blushed. "I was embarrassed to tell you, so I lied."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Dave." you smiled understandingly. "It's okay."

"I know, it's just that sometimes I feel pressured. You know?" he blurted out. "All my friends already…" he pressed his lips into a thin line. "They've done it, and I'm… I'm…" he took a deep breath. "I'm still a complete and utter virgin."

"Well, we can fix that," you blurted out, making his eyes widen.

"What do you mean?" –he whispered timidly-

"I'm saying you could stop being a virgin tonight, if you want," you offered. "It's your decision, and I don't want you to feel pressured to make it now or anything like that…" You tilted your head. "Shit, I shouldn't have told you anything…"

"Yes."

"What?"

"I want to stop being a virgin," he swallowed hard, completely red-faced. "I'll feel more confident if my first time is with you," he whispered. "You have more experience than me."

"I have," you affirmed, looking him straight in the eyes. "Are you sure?" you asked. "We can stop anytime if you don't feel comfortable or whatever, okay?"

"Okay," he swallowed hard. "I want to do it."

"Okay," you whispered, moving closer to him slowly. "I'm going to kiss you, Dave."

"Please do it," he murmured, slowly.

You placed your lips on his. At first, he didn't move, but then he followed the movements of your mouth, molding himself against you.

He took off his glasses so the lenses wouldn't fog up, so you were closer together.

You lowered your hands to his pants as you kissed him. He didn't stop you, so you slipped your hand under them. He flinched at the feel of your touch on him.

"Oh," he gasped. You smiled, laughing slightly at his reaction. "Sorry, it's just…" he whispered. "You're the first girl to touch me… there," he said between sighs as you began to move your hand up and down. "Can you kiss me again?"

So you did. You kissed him again, and this time he followed your movements. perfectly.

Little by little, he lowered you onto your back against the couch, on top of you. When he realized the position he was in, he blushed as he looked at you again.

"Oh. I didn't… realize… I'm sorry. A-are you okay?" he asked nervously.

"I am," you replied, smiling. "You're doing great."

"Really?" he asked. You nodded.

"Yes," you replied as he groaned at the feel of your hand on him. "It feels different than when I do it," he gasped, throwing his head back. "Oh my God."

Then you changed positions. This time you pushed him down so he was underneath you between his legs. Your gaze focused on his for a moment.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do. You're the person I love the most…" A husky moan interrupted his sentence as you took him into your mouth.

You ran your tongue from base to tip, making him squirm against you.

He fisted the blankets at his sides as he slowly thrust into you.

"Your mouth," he gasped, "feels so good…" He moaned. "Fuck," he laughed. "If you don't stop, I think I'm going to cum."

"Do it, Dave," you whispered. "Be a good boy and cum for me."

He emptied himself into you, and when you pulled out, you watched his sweat-beaded skin as he tried to catch his breath after what had just happened.

"Does this mean we're dating?" -He asked to make sure, you nodded and smiled at the same time-

"Yes Dave, you're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend" you said making him open his eyes wide before he sat up to kiss you-

[idaisyy]

Tag , you’re in - a cmpunk x oc enimies to lovers

-chapter 50

Punk didn't hesitate—he walked over to the hotel bed, grabbed a couple of towels, and spread them out over the sheets like it was nothing. Daisy stood there, watching him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Punk, it's the first day of my period," she admitted, hesitating. "That's usually the worst—it's the heaviest, and it's messy, and it... it stinks."

He stopped, looking at her like she'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "Daisy." His voice was firm, but not unkind.

She sighed, rubbing her arms. "I just don't want you to think I'm gross."

Punk let out a low laugh and shook his head before walking back over to her. His hands found her waist, gripping her securely as he pulled her closer. "Do you think I'd be standing here, hard as hell, doing all this if I thought you were gross?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daisy bit her lip, avoiding his gaze. "I don't know. Guys get weird about this kind of stuff."

"I'm not other guys," he reminded her, one hand sliding down to cup her ass. "I don't give a shit about a little blood. If anything, you should be thanking me for being such a good guy about this." His smirk was teasing, but there was sincerity behind it.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so now I should be grateful?"

"Damn right," Punk muttered, leaning down to kiss her jaw, then her neck, his lips moving slow and deliberate. "But if you really don't want to, we won't. It's up to you."

Daisy swallowed hard, feeling his hands tighten around her hips. He was giving her an out, letting her have control. And that—knowing that he was here, willing to take her exactly as she was—made her want him even more.

She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay."

Punk pulled back slightly, searching her face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she confirmed. "Just... be nice to me."

His lips curled into something softer, something real. "Always."

As Punk hovered over her, his lips trailing slow, lingering kisses down her neck, Daisy felt her heart pounding for a different reason. She wanted this—God, she wanted this—but there was still that gnawing fear in the back of her mind.

He kissed his way down her collarbone, his fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and he peeled it off, tossing it aside before his hands moved to her shorts. Slowly, he slid them down her legs, kissing her stomach along the way.

But then he got to her panties.

Daisy tensed up immediately. Her body went rigid, her hands flying down to cover herself as if she could somehow stop him from seeing.

Punk glanced up at her, brows furrowing. "What?"

Her face burned. "I—I have a pad on." Her voice was barely above a whisper, like she was ashamed to even say it out loud. "It's not sexy. It's gross. You're gonna make fun of me."

For a second, Punk just stared at her. Then, to her complete shock, he laughed.

Not in a mean way. Not in the way she had feared. It was soft, warm—almost fond.

"Daisy," he said, shaking his head as he reached for her wrists, gently prying her hands away from where she was trying to hide. "You really think I give a fuck about that?"

She swallowed hard. "I don't know. You make fun of me for everything."

Punk sighed dramatically, like she was exhausting him, but there was no real bite to it. "Yeah, well, not about this." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her hip. "You're the one making it a big deal. I don't care."

Daisy bit her lip, still uncertain. "It's not sexy."

Punk snorted. "Are you kidding me?" His hands slid up her thighs, squeezing gently. "You think that little piece of fabric is stopping me from wanting you?" He leaned in, brushing his lips against her stomach. "I've wanted you all goddamn day."

Daisy let out a shaky breath.

"Now, are you gonna let me take care of you, or are we just gonna sit here while you keep thinking I'm an asshole?" His voice was teasing, but his eyes were soft, patient.

She exhaled, finally nodding. "Okay."

Punk smirks. "That's my girl."

Punk kissed her stomach again, his lips trailing lower, but instead of moving down further, he shifted back up, his face close to hers. His fingers traced soft circles on her thighs, his touch warm and steady.

"Relax, Daisy," he murmured, his voice low, almost hypnotic. "You're acting like I'm about to do something insane. It's just me, babe."

She let out a shaky breath. She was nervous—God, she was nervous. But Punk was looking at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

His hand slid between her legs, fingers pressing lightly over her clothed core. He felt the bulk of the pad, but he didn't even hesitate, just pressed a soft kiss to her jaw.

"You know," he mused, voice slow, teasing, "for someone who talks so much shit, you sure get quiet when I've got my hands on you."

Daisy let out a breathless laugh, her body already tingling from just his touch. "Shut up."

Punk smirked. "Make me."

Before she could even think of a response, he moved back down, his fingers hooking into the sides of her panties, dragging them down her legs with that same lazy confidence he always had. He balled them up and tossed them to the side, then grabbed one of the towels he had laid out earlier and pressed it underneath her hips.

Her entire body tensed.

"Hey," Punk said, catching her chin between his fingers and tilting her face toward him. His eyes were softer now, patient. "You with me?"

Daisy swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good." He kissed her, slow and lingering, before pulling back just enough to speak again. "Now, I'm gonna get you nice and ready for me, alright? And I don't wanna hear another word about you thinking this is gross, because it's not. It's just you, and I want every part of you. Got it?"

She exhaled. "Got it."

Punk smirked. "Atta girl."

His fingers slid between her folds, moving slow, gentle, like he was savoring the feeling of her. He was warm, his touch firm but careful.

"See?" he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her jaw, down her neck. "Nothing weird about this. Just me taking care of my girl."

Daisy let out a small noise when he dragged his fingers up to her clit, circling it lightly.

"There we go," Punk muttered. "That's what I wanna hear."

He kissed her again, his fingers moving with lazy precision, mapping her out like he had all the time in the world.

"You're already getting wet for me," he noted, his voice laced with something smug. "Bet you were thinking about this the whole way up to the hotel, huh?"

Daisy let out a breathy laugh, her head tilting back against the pillows. "You are so—oh—so cocky."

Punk chuckled. "And you like it."

She couldn't even deny it.

He pressed a single finger inside of her, slow and careful, letting her adjust. His lips brushed against her ear.

"You feel good, baby," he murmured. "So warm. So tight."

Daisy whimpered, her fingers gripping onto his arms.

"Relax," he told her again, nudging his nose against her cheek. "You're squeezing me so tight. Gotta loosen up for me, yeah?"

He added a second finger, stretching her just right, and she let out a shuddering moan. Punk groaned low in his throat, like the sound alone was enough to turn him on.

"That's it," he muttered. "That's my good girl."

He started curling his fingers, pressing against that perfect spot inside of her, the pace slow but deliberate.

"God, you're so fucking sexy like this," he said, his voice rougher now. "All worked up. You like when I talk to you, huh?"

Daisy nodded quickly, her breath catching.

Punk smirked, kissing her again, his fingers still moving inside her. "Then I'll keep talking, babe. Gonna tell you exactly how fucking good you feel. Gonna make sure you know just how bad I want you."

She whimpered again, her body arching into his touch.

"That's my girl," he murmured against her lips. "Now, let's see how many times I can make you come before I'm inside you, yeah?"

Daisy was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when Punk finally pulled his fingers out of her. Her body was warm, flushed, completely undone beneath him. But the moment her eyes flickered down and she caught sight of his hand, slick with her arousal and streaked with dark red, a wave of embarrassment crashed over her.

Her stomach clenched.

She saw it. He saw it.

And now, any second, he was going to realize how gross it was and decide this was too much.

Daisy sat up quickly, reaching for his wrist, panic bubbling in her chest. "Punk, wait—"

But he didn't flinch. He didn't look disgusted. He didn't even hesitate.

Instead, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.

Daisy gasped, her whole body going rigid. "Oh my God—"

Punk smirked, watching her with hooded eyes as he sucked the last bit from his fingers. "What?" he asked, voice thick with amusement.

Daisy's face burned. "You—you just—"

"I told you," he said, his voice slow, deliberate, "I don't care. A little blood isn't gonna stop me from touching you, tasting you, fucking you."

Her stomach flipped at his words, and he must have noticed because his smirk widened.

"Look at you," he murmured, pushing her back down against the pillows. He grabbed her thighs and spread them open again, slotting himself between them. "Getting all shy on me again. What happened to the girl who was moaning my name five minutes ago?"

Daisy covered her face with her hands, groaning. "You're insane."

Punk chuckled, prying her hands away so he could see her face. His expression softened just slightly, his thumb stroking over her cheek. "Hey," he murmured. "I meant what I said. I want you—all of you. So stop worrying, okay?"

She bit her lip, searching his face. He looked so sincere, so sure.

Slowly, she nodded.

Punk kissed her again, this time deeper, hungrier. "Good," he breathed against her lips. "Now, let's get you ready for me, baby. I've been thinking about this for too fucking long."

Punk stilled for a moment, the tip of his cock just barely pressing against her folds. His jaw clenched, and his grip on her thighs tightened as he processed what she had just said.

"Cody wouldn't fuck you on your period?" he repeated, his voice sharp, edged with something dark.

Daisy shook her head, her cheeks heating. "No... he said it was gross."

Punk let out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Fucking idiot."

Daisy bit her lip, watching the way his expression shifted—how his gaze darkened as he dragged his length against her, teasing her clit with the head of his cock. Her breath hitched at the sensation, but she still caught the way his smirk twisted into something mean.

"And he never talked to you like this while he was fucking you?" Punk pressed, his voice low, thick with something possessive.

Daisy swallowed hard, shaking her head again. "Not like you do."

That was all he needed to hear.

Punk leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear as he rocked against her again, just enough to make her whimper. "That's because he didn't know what the fuck he was doing, baby." His hand slid up her body, wrapping around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, making her feel completely under him. "You like how I talk to you, huh?"

Daisy's breath was shaky, her fingers gripping his arms. "Y-yeah."

Punk smirked against her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck as he continued teasing her entrance with his tip. "I know you do," he murmured. "You love when I tell you how good you feel, how tight you are, how fucking wet you get for me."

Daisy whimpered, her hips lifting, silently begging for more.

Punk chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "You wanna know the difference between me and him?" he asked, rubbing himself against her one more time before finally, finally pushing the tip inside her. Daisy gasped, her back arching at the stretch, but he still didn't give her all of it yet. He held himself there, making her feel every inch slowly.

She blinked up at him, dazed, desperate. "W-what?"

Punk grinned, leaning down until his lips were just barely brushing hers.

"I actually fucking want you."

And with that, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Punk sank into her inch by inch, stretching her out, filling her in a way that had Daisy gasping beneath him. He groaned low in his throat, his forehead dropping to hers for a second as he let her adjust before slowly rolling his hips forward.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, voice rough with restraint. "So tight. So warm. You feel that?"

Daisy whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a deep, deliberate pace, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. She could feel everything—the way he filled her so completely, how every slow thrust made her body tremble beneath him.

"I asked you a question," Punk murmured, his lips brushing her cheek as he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in just as slow. "You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how deep I am?"

She could only nod, overwhelmed, her breath stuttering with every stroke. "Y-yeah," she gasped. "I feel it."

Punk smirked against her skin, shifting his angle just slightly before driving into her again, hitting something that had her back arching off the bed. "Yeah, you do," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Taking me so fucking good, baby. Letting me have you like this when you thought I'd be disgusted? You really think a little blood was gonna stop me?"

Daisy bit her lip, trying to turn her head, but Punk caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. "No hiding," he ordered softly, his thumb brushing her bottom lip before pushing inside her mouth. She moaned around it, her tongue curling around the tip, and Punk cursed under his breath. "Yeah, that's my good girl."

Her whole body burned at his praise, at the way he was looking at her, at the way he was stretching her open with deep, deliberate strokes. He wasn't just fucking her—he was making her feel it.

"Punk," she whimpered, rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate for more.

He groaned, dropping his forehead to hers again as he moved faster, his breathing ragged. "That's it, baby. Say my fucking name."

She moans as he thrusts a little harder, and then he does something that catches her off guard—he spits into her mouth, watching her expression closely.

Daisy gasps, but then, instinctively, she swallows, letting her tongue roll over her lips. Punk groans, gripping her jaw. "That's my girl."

Daisy clenches around him , so lost in his words and actions

"Fuck," he growls, "keep that up and I'm gonna fill you up so deep you'll feel me for days."

Daisy cries out, her whole body tightening around him, and Punk kisses her, filthy and possessive, as they lose themselves completely in each other.

[lostfirefly]

one more sketch to feel myself better. if you are sad too, i hope this will help you too) continuation of the morning story

Catherine was lying in bed reading a book when Buggy walked into the bedroom.

"You're back! Hi!" She closed the book and put it away. "You've been out for a long time."

"Yeah, I used your pacing trick." Buggy put his hands in his jeans pocket and shrugged.

"Did it help?"

"A little."

Catherine held out her hand. "Do you wanna join? Or do you want to be alone a little longer?"

Buggy sighed, trudged over to the bed, and collapsed onto the mattress.

"Oh, my Buggy Bear. You haven't been yourself since that show." Catherine began to stroke his back. "Are you still upset? But.. My love.. Try to hear me, okay? Do you understand that different men will still sit next to me during your shows or cafes?"

Buggy nodded.

"Do you understand that I will always choose you?" Smack. "Even if someone close my eyes or gouge them out, I will choose you." Smack. Smack. "Even if someone offer me a lot of money, I will still choose you." Smack. Smack. Smack.

"And if someone offer you a cake?" Buggy chuckled.

"What kind of cake?" Catherine started stroking his arm.

"I don't know. The chocolate one."

"No, I will choose you." Catherine gently poked Buggy in his shoulder.

"And the lemon one?"

"I will still choose you."

"And the lavender one?"

"In that case.. I will think about that."

"Little shit. Can you trade me for cake?" Buggy turned his head towards her. "You should be ashamed, Cathie-pie."

"But it's so delicious. Sweet sponge cakes, nuts, lavender cream." Smack. Smack. "So.. Want to tell me where you were?" Catherine asked softly.

"Meh. Sat at the bar." Buggy continued to mumble into the mattress. "Drank beer and ate hot dogs."

"Sounds great. I bet some girls were flirting with my handsome clown." Catherine giggled.

"Yeah, there was one girl, she was ve-e-e-ery pretty. But as you can see, I had to come back to you." Buggy exhaled. "Because I thought you haven't completely ruined my life yet."

"Yay!! I'm so happy for you! You chose suffering!" Catherine laughed and kissed him in the head.

"Yeah. By the way, I brought you a chocolate bar. It's in my back pocket."

"You're so cute!" Catherine moved her hand down his back. "Wait! Isn't this like last time? When instead of a chocolate bar there were your fingers?"

"Hah!" Buggy laughed. "I remember you screamed like a baby that day!"

"You freaked me out! How did you even come up with that?!! For a second I thought you put your little Buggy in your pocket."

"Hey! He's not little!! And hey! Are you going to take the chocolate or not?" Buggy moved his butt slightly.

"God forbid you deceive me, fucking clown!" Catherine pulled a chocolate bar out of his pocket and slapped him on the butt.

"Baby, I'm not in the mood now! Maybe later?" Buggy giggled idiotically.

"Go to hell, pervert! This is for that time." She slapped his butt again. "And this is for now! Oh, my favorite! The nougat and nuts! Thank you, my love!" Catherine leaned back against the headboard, and Buggy curled up next to her.

"I don't deserve you, Catherine Elizabeth Mitchell." He exhaled, "You're perfect."

"Who? Me?" Catherine hugged him with one arm and broke off a chocolate bar with the other. "I'm not perfect, Buggy. Sometimes I get mad at you and I nag. Sometimes I get mad at myself, sometimes I cry, sometimes I boss you around too much. You see, even now I'm eating chocolate and hugging you with just one arm. Is this what perfect girls do? I don't think so. The perfect girl would be crying with you right now."

"Okay, fine, you're disgusting. The most disgusting girl I've ever met." Buggy broke off a piece of chocolate.

"Hey! That's mine!" Catherine slapped his hand playfully.

"Well, you're definitely disgusting girl. You even begrudge me the chocolate bar. Horrible, horrible woman. And I don't love you. And that's why I brought you this." Buggy took another chocolate bar from his other pocket and gave it to her. "Here."

"Another chocolate?! Thank you!!" Smack. "And I don't love you either, by the way."

"So we both think you're disgusting, and we don't love each other?" Buggy kissed her in the shoulder.

"Yes!" Catherine laughed, biting chocolate.

"But we'll still stay together and continue annoying each other?"

"Yes!"

"Not bad." Buggy chuckled. "Cathie-pie."

"What my Buggy Bear?" She started stroking his neck.

"Can you make me pancakes?"

[mamawasatesttube]

The 13 "you're safe, I promise" with Lois and Kon.... 👀

Kon can't breathe.

Well—that's fine. He's Kryptonian. He doesn't need to breathe, anyway. And besides, he can breathe. Kinda. He just can't do it very well, but that's fine. He's fine. It's fine. He doesn't really need to breathe. It's fine.

Boiling water splashes over the rim of the mug all over his hand; it doesn't really hurt, but he still hisses and jerks the kettle away on impulse. Shit. He's supposed to be making a cup of tea, not spilling hot water all over the kitchen—

"Conner?"

Fuck.

"Oh, hi there, Lois!" Act natural! Act natural! Is leaning on the counter and crossing his arms acting too natural? Is there such a thing as acting too natural? "Didn't, uh, see you there! What brings you to this fine establishment? ...Kitchen? ...Room? At this hour of night?"

Lois, standing in the doorway, raises an eyebrow. "You have superhearing."

Kon snorts. The flutter of anxiety in his chest swells. "Well, that doesn't mean I always use it. C'mon, you know I'm dumb as a rock, Lo."

"Right. And I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed."

Lois steps into the kitchen properly. Kon watches, horrified, as her eyes fall to his hand and the mug and all the spilt water; she's going to know something is wrong, but—nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong. There's nothing to know. But she's going to know anyway.

The worst part is, since it's Lois, she'll know exactly what's up even if he cleans it all up with superspeed. The sudden movement will catch her eye. The subtle changes in the environment. She knows what it looks like.

"Conner," Lois says, and Kon knows the jig is up. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing!" Kon nudges the mug away from the edge of the counter. Steaming water sloshes over the side onto his hand again; Lois winces, but Kon just wipes it on his shirt, not caring. "I just, uh... you know. Nothing. I'm chill. Cooler than ice cold. You know."

Lois gives him a look. Kon resists the urge to bury his face in his hands.

...His hands. They're shaking.

"Hey."

Lois, apparently, notices that too, because she steps closer, and then she's holding his hands in both of hers, her thumbs rubbing gently over his knuckles. Her hands are so much smaller than his, so delicate, and yet... it's kind of nice.

"It's okay, squirt," she says, her voice gentler. "Talk to me. Something's clearly eating you. Everything alright?"

Kon looks away, at the kettle sitting on the stovetop, and feels shame twist in his gut. "I... yeah, everything's fine. Just... you know. Nightmare, that's all."

Lois's face softens even further. It's not an expression Kon is really used to seeing on her; everything about her is usually sharp, sharp, sharp. But she's nothing but kind as she squeezes his hands. "Oh, kiddo. Wanna talk about it?"

Kon laughs against the tightness in his chest. "I mean, you know, it was nothing special, just—you remember that whole thing where I died once, so... yeah! What else is there to say?"

He tries to laugh again, but the memory of the dust and smoke clogs his chest, and it dies in his throat. Fuck. Everything still feels shaky and unsteady and—

Lois pulls him into her arms.

She's a full head shorter than him, and her frame is much more slight, and there's no way she should logically be able to offer him nearly as much solace as she is, and for a heartbeat Kon is completely, utterly frozen in her embrace—

And then she rubs his back with a firm hand and murmurs, "You're safe, kiddo. I promise."

—and time begins to move again.

Kon squeezes his eyes shut and slowly, slowly sinks against her, his hands coming up to rest tentatively against her back. Her heartbeat is loud, steady, and slow in his ears, and the rush of blood through her veins is a steady white noise to drown out his memories.

He takes a breath.

"That's it," Lois encourages, and rubs his back again. "You're okay. You're okay."

Kon lowers his head to tuck his face into her hair. He should feel ashamed, and he knows he will later, but right now, the comfort is overwhelming enough to banish all those thoughts from his mind, and he just... stays.

"Thanks, Lois," he mumbles, finally, several seconds later, when he can bring himself to withdraw.

Lois pats his shoulder, smiling. "Hey, don't sweat it. Anytime. After all," she says, "What else is family for?"

Then she turns to add milk and sugar to his tea, just the way he likes it, and he thinks he can breathe a little easier after all.

[v-67]

6:35 7th January, 2024

Completed watching Fruits basket

And I'm all🥹❤️❤️❤️

I'm also all😭😭😭😭

Yesterday when I saw the episode and I stopped at there to go to sleep

I woke up feeling like I never should've watched this anime, because of the way it made me feel, it made me feel so much and I worried about Kyo being in any way related to Kyoko's death

I didn't want that, and so I worried, and I woke up feeling too much, I thought, yes maybe I should've never watched this, it makes me feel too much

But I did, I continued watching it

And I'm glad I did

And in a way, isn't this show exactly about it?

Don't stop halfway, don't give up, whatever the outcome is, we are ourselves, and we have to accept it

A bad situation is a bad situation, but we can accept it, we can look for the good within it, we can hug our fears, we can choose to do something about everything and do it

Locking away our feelings is the same as locking away a part of you, you might feel trapped, because you trapped a part of yourself away from you

So shouldn't we welcome all of ourselves, and embrace the parts which we want to lock away, because everything needs love, and all of you. Each and every inch of you is deserving of this love.

I love myself, and I accept myself. And I hope that everyone and everything finds themselves and the happiness that awaits them.

I'll make a note of all the words from the show that I hold dear to me, and post them.

I want to remember how this show made me feel

The feelings I feel may fade into the background

But I'll always remember feeling so strongly

I'm happy for everyone

For all of my fictional characters, for the real ones too

And everyday, I'll strive to be a better person, to others and to myself.

Thankyou❤️

....

One more thing

I always decline when someone talks shit about themselves, but I've realised that me doing that isn't a good thing, it's my way of keeping a positive approach, but sometimes people want to hear about things as they are, and maybe I should do that and listen and understand and still be able to say, "It's okay if it's this way, but it's in your hands to do something about it, I'll be here to help, but you're the one who has to take a step further"

I've also realised from this anime, that I'm always scared or embarrassed to say the word lonely, it feels wrong, I feel ashamed even, it feels pathetic. But it's a feeling and it's okay to feel this way. At times like this, I've to reach out and everything will start feeling okay

I will hold on to these words, the poetic beauty, this anime, this feeling it made me feel, for as much time as I can🫶

....

When I found out Tohru was hurting as well, when she spoke about how she's not pure too

When she was lonely, when she went through things too, how she shut away parts from herself

I felt, something. Frustration maybe? More of sadness, a feeling of misery, a feeling of why. Why did she feel all of this, why. But not in a way of feeling sad for Tohru, but a way of madness, of feeling like, You can't feel this way.

And I wondered about myself. a lot at that moment.

Tohru to me looked like a happy person, a person who cares about everyone, is a friend, a mother, a family member. And resonating back on what I felt, I feel like I looked at Tohru as a character in that way. And when she broke, it felt like something that should've never happened. Because that is how I see the elder people in my family, the ones I love. So much. I can never imagine how I'd feel if I ever saw them crying, hurt, heartbroken. I don't ever want to see them feel this way. But if ever, such a thing happens, I want to be there, to repair such feelings.

I once saw my uncle almost cry, and I don't ever want to see him like that again. It stays within my mind and my heart clenches, because to me he is a strong mountain.

When she spoke about her feelings, and when she told Akito if she's pure then so Is Akito, I understood a little better of the way I felt

of the things she felt

Of how all of us are human

And how all of us feel lonely

How all of us need love

And how all of us, are all of us

....

I wasn't planning on writing this much

But, I'm glad I did

Thank you, for creating such a beautiful anime, such wonderful characters.

I'll always be grateful.

One of my most favourite lines from this anime amongst many is 'She reacts to my emotions with hers.'

I react to your emotions with mine, you may feel different, we may not agree, but you still react to my emotions with yours, ...

I'm writing this from memory, it may be worded differently

But Thankyou, for letting me react with my emotions, for making me feel them

I'm grateful.

.....

Tohru Honda

Kyo Sohma

Yuki Sohma

Momiji Sohma

Arisa Uotani

Saki Hanajima

Kyoko san

Kazuma Sohma (shisho)

Hatsuharu Sohma

Rin Sohma

Kisa Sohma

Hiro Sohma

Ritsu Sohma

Kagura sohma

Ayame sohma

Hatori sohma

Kureno sohma

Shigure Sohma

Akito Sohma

Natsuki Takaya

Fruits basket🌻🫶

[tigeradjacent]

Hello, it's me again (if you can remember who I am) But I've had a bit of a weird day and I've been debating with myself wether or not to to and talk about it.

I've decided I am, but not very much. Since I'm still kind of scared that you're not in the mood to listen to me rant.

Warning here, the next few pieces of text will contain:

TW: sa mentions

If you are uncomfortable or triggered by this, please scroll away and do not read!

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I feel sick. I saw him today. And it was horrible. Just looking him in the eye was horrible.

I was picking my sibling up from school, and I saw him.

I was petting a cat and when I stood up, he was staring at me. In the eye, trying to work out who I am.

I had changed since it happened, different haircut, had a little bit of makeup on, taller, ect ect. So the possibility of him not remembering who I am is high.

But the face he had on while trying to find out who I was, the 2 second eye contact it scared me. Like, really scared me.

I panicked and ran down to my siblings school as fast as I could.

Scared he'd try something

I started remembering all the shit he did to me, and it kind of messed me up for the rest of the day.

I said goodnight to my best friend, but I still can't sleep

Sometimes I feel as though I'm not as valid as other people because he was younger than me.

I wish it never happened

:(

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By the way, if you're confused on who I am, I'm the same anon that asked if they could talk to you here :)

first off, it’s perfectly okay to vent to me whenever. Never feel scared to, ever. This is a perfectly safe space and I’ll never judge you, no matter what you say.

Secondly, I’m so sorry you had to go through that at first, and then see that person again. Its a horrible feeling and nobody deserves that, you didn’t deserve that at all. It’s a completely understandable reaction to be scared, especially to someone who’s done those kind of things to you. I get it, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of being scared. I’m proud of you for managing to get through it and even just coming here to talk to me about it, that takes a lot of bravery to do, and it especially takes a lot of courage to open up about sa. I get the fear, I get how hard it is to deal with.

If it makes you feel better to think of it rationally, you should remember that it’s a school place. Staff, teachers, etc, should be around and would be able to see if anything was going to happen to you. Although I understand if that doesn’t help, because a lot of the time, fear stops you think rationally. Especially when it’s fear that you’re in danger- All that you have to remember now, though, is that person can’t hurt you anymore and you’re safe.

Everything you’re feeling and going through mentally and emotionally because of what the person did to you is valid. It doesn’t matter if they were younger, older, if any of your experience didn’t feel “valid enough”, your experience is valid and you deserve to be heard and comfortable. Everyone’s experience with sa is different, and that’s okay.

Again, I’m sorry that happened to you at all in the first place, and I wish I could help you more. I want you to remember that you’re loved and that people will be here for you and will listen to you when you need it. I’m always gonna be here if you need to rant or need comfort and that’ll never change.

Take care of yourself and try and get some sleep, ok? Do whatever makes you feel best, I’ll be here if you need me. Love u <33 /p (only saying that cause Ik ur secret identity, but that’s ok 💕)

[esmedelacroix]

DUDE! So many people need to read and understand this before even thinking about writing Miguel as a character. I usually write my personal adaptation of Miguel in modern AU, but I notice that when most people write him, they tend to write him as some horny, stereotypical Latino, short-tempered guy. When that is not who he is at all.

Anger and Short-Temper:

When I read short-tempered Miguel O'Hara fics I feel like exploding. No part of my body thinks that Miguel would ever shout in a relaxed work environment the way certain people write it out to be.

I can't ever imagine Miguel yelling the way some people make him yell. For example: You mess up the copies of notes from the board meeting. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you inform Miguel of your mistake. "YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH" Miguel shouts as he shoves papers off his desk. Okay so that was a little exaggerated but you get my point yeah?

I feel like people tend to write Miguel as this big bad eviil, angry man because that is the only part of him that they saw in the movie. Miguel was not so much angry with Miles as much as he was frustrated with the circumstances. Miguel sees himself in Miles and he sees history repeating itself. He knows the excruciating sorrow anyone would feel after destroying an entire universe of people for one single loved one. As said in the movie to wear the mask is to sacrifice and that is something Miles does not completely understand yet.

Not to mention when Miguel is tweakin' when he tries to get Miles out of the go-home machine it had been quite some time since he had taken his last dose of rapture. He was also experiencing many emotions all at once. If you would take a closer look at his character, you would find that he's actually a pretty funny guy. His humour takes a more sarcastic approach but I feel like that's what makes it so laughable.

Miguel as a Romantic Partner:

Ya'll, this is where I explode and breathe fire all over anyone who writes Miguel as the stereotypical Latino lover boy who has no personality outside of sex. Some of y'all write Miguel like he's the female lead of a Colleen Hoover book. Trust me, that's not a good thing at all. What I'm saying is that the only thing some people see him as is an object of sex.

I'm not shaming anyone at all. I'm a whore too but cmon now. When the most interacted with fanfiction tags surrounding Miguel is smut, and there is no balance to that, it weirds me out.

There is nothing wrong with smut that's not the problem. The problem is that people diminish him and his personality to just sex when he is so much more than that.

[TW: grape, assault, grooming: Off-topic and unimportant, y'all NEED to write warnings for the noncon pervy!miguel fics that y'all write. That shit is so traumatizing to read and you never know if a victim of these scenarios you are writing is reading it. I really don't want to shame anyone but disguising up grape as dubcon is actually so bad like please stop. Especially the OBGYN or physical exam ones like oh that's not. I was personally groomed by my physician when I was young. It's not fun to see that people fantasize about this, it's a mental illness to desire things like that. You should not be ashamed but you should seek help, I used to have the same issue as a result of my trauma but you can recover, I did.]

Many people tend to write Miguel as their own manifestation of a Hispanic lover. People write great characters but it's not Miguel...

Not every story needs to lead to sex with Miguel he is such a complex character. I wish people would play around with his character and explore the possibilities of the mental hardship that results from his past traumas.

Most of the writers on here write so well. I look up to them. They use the best syntax and rhetoric, I'm not even sure if they know that they are using them at all. I would love it if they would use their amazing talents to write an accurate or less fetishized version of Miguel. I don't write well myself and I'm always learning but I wish we would better analyze characters.

Also, y'all took the fact that he likes empanadas and RAN WITH It. My god, it's not the only food on the planet please get creative. I have no place criticizing writing, mine isn't even that good, but god damn. I see this with so many other fandoms, they hear one thing and they just run with it. Give the empanadas a rest.

Like please give Miguel a personality outside of being Latino and Hispanic.

Shoutout to some writers whose work I love <3: @sillysillygoofygoose@eyelessfaces@vintagexherry@fangsp1der-2099@ghost-with-a-teacup@oharaslover

^ i missed a bunch but there's def more

We talk about how mischaracterized Hobie is - which he is - but I honestly think someone else is characterized REALLY weirdly by fandom

Miguel O'Hara and Misrepresentation of His Rage: a.k.a Miguel has Ken Energy you fools

[this is a breakdown where I examine Miguel's trauma, his relationship with Miles, his role in The Society, and his personality]

I talk a lot of shit about the Hobie tag, but the over-saturation of smut in the Miguel tag is at critical mass.

And like Latino-fetishization aside, I feel like he's not written as a human.

He's written so flat.

I swear ya'll be writing him as the angriest, coldest, most anti-social man on earth. Ya'll be having him rude and avoidant with no friends whatsoever or a romantic soft latin lover and NO IN BETWEEN

which is so funny cause like... I feel like Miguel is Just A Guy

I know they're easy to overlook but I think about moments like these all the time

But I ALWAYS see him written him as friendless, and cold, or constantly irritated and angry but like - I feel like most of the time Miguel is just some dude. Like in a Good Way.

And he's fine with that.

Miguel runs a Society Full of Spider-people, and they're working for him voluntarily. Peter Parkers wouldn't work for someone they didn't think was genuinely, good-likeable, and level-headed.

He compliments Lego-Spider-Man. When Hobie was there he wasn't pissed he was just like 'not in the mood rn ngl'

and Hobie didn't take the piss outta him - because I feel like him and Hobie have a mutal understanding/relaxed relationship. All throughout the movie Hobie isn't talking bad about Miguel in specific - he never says anything about Miguel being annoying or evil - he's always taking about The Society Miguel has made.

Even Hobie - who will openly talk bad about the PM, doesn't really feel the need to diss Miguel's character in specific. Which I find very interesting.

I think this, along with a couple other things shows that the way we view Miguel in fandom is not really how he is, like..when he's not going buckwild insane.

Miguel and His Role as Canon

I could see Miguel taking his role as boss very seriously - the same way he took being a father.

Miguel has assumed the role of 'leader' over these Spider-people. In his eyes, it's his job to lead these people through their canon events to the other side, for the safety of the universe, and for them to become the people fate says they're supposed to be.

Because he made the mistake of 'going against fate'. A lot of the time we say that Miguel's justification is 'because I suffered, you must too'. But in his eyes, it's more like 'I tried to run from who I was supposed to be and it blew up in my face. Please don't make the same mistake - it's not worth it.'

Quiet literally 'Do what you're supposed to do, and things won't fall apart around you.'

And I think that really says a lot about how he feels about his own choices, and his own daughter.

Miguel broke canon to be with his daughter, and because of that, she - and billions of others, died. And Miguel feels directly responsible for that. In his eyes, he killed his daughter and murdered billions of people.

And although he loves his daughter - he sees it as not worth it. He sees taking her father's place as a mistake.

To Miguel, canon events and the pain they cause are much more 'worth it' and 'tolerable', than the pain and guilt of killing an entire universe.

Because with canon events, there is no fault. It's not your fault you couldn't catch Gwen Stacy. It's not that you're not fast enough, it's that it's suppose to happen. It's not your fault.

But in Miguel's case - it was his fault. It wasn't suppose to happen.

That's why Miles sets him off in a way others don't and can't. Because he wasn't supposed to happen.

When things are under control, Miguel is fine. When things aren't, Miguel isn't.

Miguel needs order. He needs canon. Not because he likes it, but because he feels beaten into submission by it. He feels safe in the idea that canon events happen even if you do everything right, because he still feels the guilt of having done something 'wrong'.

That's why he sees letting people die in canon events as 'the right thing'.

It's the trolley problem.

A trolley is hurtling at someone you love, on the other track there are 5 people. Do you let the one you love die, or do you hit the switch and save them - and take the blame for killing five people?

What's the right thing to do? Save your captain father and letting a universe die? Or letting your father die, but the universe will for sure live.

Miguel has already made his choice, even if he didn't know it at the time. By becoming a father, Miguel hit the switch. And he chose his daughter at the expense of a universe. And he regrets that decision. He feels guilt, like he's to blame.

When canon events happen, there's no one to blame. When anomalies happen, there is.

Miles and Miguel

Miles and Miguel have an interesting and unique dynamic with each other, one that I haven't seen anyone mention yet.

When I look at Miles and Miguel, especially in this scene:

I kinda see Miguel and a past version of himself. Miguel trying to stop what he sees - as someone about to make the same mistake he did.

When Miguel met his daughter, he didn't know about it's threat to the multiverse. And although it might be described as the best time in Miguel's life, he regrets it. If he would go back, he would have rather let his daughter live. Fatherless, but at least she would have lived.

Miguel didn't know. But Miles does. And that's what makes Miguel so furious.

Miles is going to go against canon, be with his dad, and threaten the multiverse. And Miguel believes that if Miles does this, billions of people and beings across a universe will die. 100% totality rate, 100% assured.

Miles is in the same position as Miguel once was. Miles has the same choice. To choose the one he loves over canon.

The only difference is Miles knows. He has a chance.

Miguel believes that Miles can spare himself the pain, and the guilt of murdering billions - if he just listened to him.

Miguel is the only Spider-person who has ever killed a Spider-verse. And he doesn't want that for Miles.

Miles being an anomaly was one thing. He was ready to calmly talk about that. But when Miguel sees him going down the same road as he once did, making the same choice even though Miguel is telling him not to - it makes it snap.

Because if Miguel could go back, knowing what he knows - if Miguel could only be in Miles' place - he wouldn't. Like Rio said - Miguel would kill to be in his place.

He sees Miguel like how Rio describes herself, oddly enough. Rio says she'd kill to be in Miles place, and she doesn't understand his 'irresponsible' behavior. But unbeknownst to her - his 'irresponsible' behavior is more heroic than she can understand.

Miguel is just the same. He sees Miles' choice as irresponsible, that he's making all the wrong choices even though people are throwing opportunity at him.

Miles is the only other Spider-person to risk what Miguel risked. And, genuinely believing everyone will die because of this - he's furious at Miles, the same way he's still furious at himself. He loved his daughter, and he knows Miles loves it dad. But having been on the other side of it all, he sees it as not worth it.

Miguel wants to be the only Spider-man who is the way he is. He doesn't want to Miles to do what he did, become what he is. Because he knows theres no coming back from that.

If Miguel could go back and shake himself and scream in his face to leave Gabriella alone, to just leave her dimension alone, he would. But he can't.

So he does it to Miles.

Miguel as a Boss

I don't think Miguel is an outright mean or abrasive person. I feel like outside of Miles, he's fairly calm, albeit a bit stressed. I could see him being really organized and good at time management -

And I can see Miguel being good with people. I don't think he's the kinda boss that'd be like 'Oh, you had a canon event last night? Your girlfriend fell off a building? Yeah, we get that a lot, get over it.'

And if anything - I think he'd want to help the Spider-people when it comes to processing canon events.

Miguel believes that canon events are necessary, not just to the multiverse, but to the development of who Spider-people are 'supposed' to be. So I think he'd set up support systems around HQ to help them process it, and he'd at least be a bit understanding.

I could absolutely see Miguel as the type to ask a teammate "Are you alright?" after something intense, or telling them to sit out. I could see him giving generous leave for Spiders who are going through stuff.

By Jess's response, it seems as if he leaves most of that to her, but I feel like the fact he stops to tell Gwen "Don't worry, kid." shows that he's use to comforting people, or prioritizes putting people at ease.

I mean, what Spider-man doesn't?

Miguel does seem to get along with people (aside from Miles and Gwen when he's scolding her), and it seems like people do like Miguel.

Miguel's Personality

Tbh - I don't think he's nearly as angry as fandom makes him out to be.

He was raising a child. I imagine that for the most part, he's pretty patient.

Like if you call him a name, he's not gonna get pissed. I feel like he's more likely to be like "Haha. Very funny." Or just pinch his nose bridge and be like "You done?"

I mean I know with all the gnashing and clawing and yelling and going apeshit, it can be easy to imagine Miguel as JUST that.

But I also like to imagine that most of the time, he's just like that normal boss as Target.

And a lot of his day is spent doing boring mundane things.

He's not always standing there brooding over videos of him and his dead daughter. He only does that when he's psyching himself up to yell at Miles.

Outside of that, he probably has a lot more things to do, realistically speaking. Organizing missions, checking status reports, looking over intake forms of anomalies, okaying and vetoing different protocols. Approving new technology, taking complaints from members, dealing with Hobie (an extra job in its own right), fixing things MayDay breaks, etc, etc.

And he's completely fine with that. Maybe he even finds calmness in it. When there's order, and routine, and everyone is working together and there's no kinks in the hose per say, he can operate.

Like yeah he's a little irritated and looks like he only slept 4 hours - but he's here and he's going to work with his team and employees, make sure things run smoothly, and make sure everyone gets home safe.

He's gonna try and make the society a nice place to be and make sure people on the team (like Lego) feel appreciated and odd-one-outs like Hobie get to hang and do what they want without much kickback.

The other Spider-people - like Pavi - wouldn't have joined otherwise.

If Pavi had showed up and Miguel was all stern and cold and rude, he probably would've been like 'no thanks my friend'

Miguel knew Peter B. before he lost Gabriella. So he had to become friends with Peter some way. He was putting up with Peter and his humor by choice, and in return Peter must have found Miguel cool enough to hang out with.

I think it's because Miguel is good with people, a lot of different types of people.

He's pretty down to earth, even if he is a work-aholic. He can be fun to chill or hang out with, even if he's a bit of a tight-ass.

Sure his humor may be dry, and his personality tame, but he's just him.

But I can see him as being a guy who you see at the gym routinely and never say hi to but you just nod at each other in silent respect while doing your workouts sometime.

Or the dude at your job you only see at the coffee machine - you know he does other stuff, but you never run into him anywhere else.

Or the dude who'll stop on the street when you ask for the time and lift one earphone before telling you it, then walking away without another word.

DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN DO YOU GET THAT VIBE Like just Dude He's like a dad but not like a 'Dad vibe' with like sneakers or anything but like 'Dad who comes to PTA meeting but doesn't talk to anybody and quietly leaves when it's over'.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS VIBE It's giving Ken.

Anyways stop avoiding Miguel's Kenergy.

[gurugirl]

You know what, out of all your works that features inappropriate relationships (all of which I absolutely love and I'm not ashamed) I only slightly disliked harry from ex boyfriend's dad. Because the lack of guilt from his side just doesn't sit right with me. What they're doing is not wrong even though morally it might not be right. But from a parent point of view it just felt like he has no regards for his son's feelings. His son is a piece of shit and mc not regretting anything or not caring about him anymore is completely understandable. But harry even though I understand that he cares about mc too much that he wanted to keep his son away from her, it just felt kind of weird that he wasn't feeling more guilt. I mean it's his son and his ex girlfriend but he's still his son and that son obviously doesn't understand the situation because he's a prick but he's hurt too by two of the people who he meant the most to him probably. I understand mc not giving a shit but Harry acting so indifferent in the 4th chapter and saying he didn't want to hurt his son, at least not yet ..... it's just hard to imagine harry like that. I feel like before they went straight to the sexual part there should have been more talk between mc and harry where she was the one asking if he was okay and what he was feeling regarding his son and some comforting and all that. Thought I would share this with you. I'm sorry if it came out rude, it wasn't meant like that. Figured if I can tell you what I like about your stories then I should be able to tell you what I didn't like too. And I know there's more of them in your patreon and I promise I'll join when I can afford because God I loved it and I'm not even ashamed to admit that I was wet throughout the story. Sorry tmi but i had to

Fair enough! I guess I grew up with a dad who didn't like his son at all (my brother) and would have no issue purposely hurting him (who has purposely hurt him and doesn't GAF) so in my mind, this version of Harry is still loving toward his son but also knows his son was a manipulative dick and Y/n deserved better and then he wound up falling in love with her...

Of course it's totally wrong and full on a bad idea. But totally see where you're coming from! I appreciate your thoughts on it :)

xoxo

[tohokuu]

babe what happened… are you okay?!

okay so before i start, i come from a conservative pakistani muslim household. it's the kind of place where wearing shorts to bed make it look like you probably fuck around with guys.

i went to pakistan last summer and have a lot of my cousins on snapchat. i barely use snapchat but every once in a while, i post a selfie or an update on life or something. anyway, i felt really pretty yesterday and i posted a video of me.

thing is, i was wearing a black tank top and a thin hoodie on top but my breasts are big so my cleavage was out and i took the video from a high angle so you can def see stuff but it wasn't anything super bad.

now i have 3 diff snap stories. a public one, a main one and the private stories. the private story is obviously cfs only. the main is my entire snap but it excludes all my cousins and the public one is for literally everyone. whenever i post, i post on the public one but yesterday bc of my clothes, i posted to the main so my cousins wouldn't see it. but somehow my cousins werent fucking blocked off the story and a few of them saw it. some of my cousins are cool and some aren't. two of them screenrecorded it. i honestly completely forgot about the post until my mom barged into my room at 4 in the morning shoving her phone in my face.

it was a whatsapp chat where my uncle (dads older brother) sent it to my mom and my dad. he sent my mom a very angry voice message about my upbringing and how my mom should be ashamed of herself for raising a daughter like me. my uncle and my dad don't have the greatest relationship but me and my uncle get along very well. he loves me very much and so do i. its just that im so ashamed that he saw that kind of picture of me. i always dress very modestly when i'm in pakistan and whenever i post a selfie or something.

what's crazy to me is that he sent that shit straight to my mom and dad... my mom saw it this morning during fajr prayers and she deleted it off my dads phone so i don't believe he saw it and i also blocked my uncle off my dads phone so he doesn't call him.

i talked to my cousin and asked why she screenshotted and she said it was so she could ask me to remove the video because it wasn't decent. i was so stressed the whole time and i apologized so much for what i did and i begged her to calm her dad down and delete the photo off his phone and to not call my father about it. i have uni coming up in a few weeks and i truly do not have the money to pay all my tuition myself. like my dad, my mom and i are all joining money together in order to pay. if my dad finds out about this, he might marry me off, send me back home and marry me off, cut contact w me and kick me out or he might just kill me.

there isn't much to be shameful abt than the fact that my uncle saw it... my uncle and aunt are huge gossipers and even tho i dont feel as though she would go around and tell people this kind of stuff, she's also not very trustworthy. my uncle is petty and likes to bring up bad things into random conversations. i begged my cousin and she calmed me down and all but i dont trust these people. my aunt told my mom that it's okay and i made a mistake and i realized it and she also told my mom that i had expressed my shame regarding my uncle seeing it and he was very happy that i acknowledged my actions. she said it's okay to love your body and be proud but there's a limit and i crossed it. but she said that she wouldn't tell my dad and that it'll blow over soon but i dont fucking believe her at all. my aunt has been my moms biggest enemy since she got married into that house and who's to say she isn't mine too?

the fact that they have this video of me at all is so so fucking bad. i could barely sleep after i saw it. my chest hurts and it feels like something heavy is on it. my stomach keeps flipping and i feel like throwing up all the time. i don't know how long this will take to blow over but this is absolutely horrible. im wishing so hard that this is just a dream and i can just wake up from it at any given moment but it isn't so i have no idea what to do. my mom hates me right now and she's angry again. i don't know if my dad knows about this. i'm just so so broken up over this. i don't know what to do.

[jaozendry]

"Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Pairing: Garfield Logan x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: swearing, mild angst, self-harm

Summary: Garfield notices as you struggle completing homework due to lack of motivation. He decides to help you with said homework and catch up a little. He wants to understand what's troubling you.

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It's 11 PM, everyone in the Titans Tower is already sleeping, except you. You're already behind in assignments and you're wondering if you can even complete anything before tomorrow. As your pen dances around your math homework and sweat drips on your forehead, you hear footsteps coming towards your room. Someone knocks on the door: It's Gar.

"Hey Y/N, you ok?" he asks as he opens the door. "I just heard pounding from my room and was wondering if something happened."

"Yeah, it's just, you know, homework and shit." you reply, admitting defeat against the math sheet standing in front of you. "Algebra, is it? I can help, don't worry."

As the green-haired boy sits next to you, he notices the giant bags beneath your eyes and the red marks on your arms. He looks up to you, concern welling up in his beautiful eyes. He knows it's not the right time to talk about it, nor do you have the patience to at the moment. He smiles faintly and begins reading through your paper.

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It's been almost an hour since he started helping you and you have yet to understand a single thing. He had to wake you up by running his hand through your hair in a very calm and understanding manner on multiple occasions before you woke up and apologized softly. He doesn't blame you for falling asleep during his explanations, he knows how much effort you've been putting in today, especially during training. Dick thinks you've been falling off a little bit lately, so he practically doubled your training sessions. Gar tried to talk him out of it, telling him it was insane and that you had school, but he wouldn't listen to reason. This drastic change led you to where you are now, unmotivated and constantly falling asleep.

"So, this is basically how you do number 9. Do you get it?" he asks after checking the time. You don't respond and your eyes start welling up from fatigue.

"It's almost midnight. You should take a break." he suggests as he stands up.

"A break?" you ask, your voice breaking. "I can't take a break, Gar. I have two late assignements, three more pages of algebra to complete for tomorrow and an exam next week! And I have yet to understand anything! I've been falling asleep during class because Dick doubled my fucking training! I don't understand anything, do you get it Gar?! I can't focus, I can't do anything these days!" You hide your face with your hands, ashamed as to what just happened.

Your boyfriend sits down again and takes your hand, caressing your scarred arm. He looks down at it, tears dwelling up. He looks at you again and hugs you, telling you it will be okay.

"Look, Y/N, I can do your homework for tomorrow. I'll talk Dick out of it, I'll even force him to stop giving you more training if I have to. I'll get Rachel and Kory on my side. I'll help you understand algebra, I'm pretty good at it. We'll spend time together every day. On the other hand, I would like you to promise two things for me." he tells you, his voice breaking slightly and wiping his eyes. You nod as he wipes the tears away from your eyes.

"First off, I need you to sleep properly. I can't have those bags ruin your beautiful eyes." he says, earning a giggle from you. "Secondly, I need you to stop doing... this... to yourself." he explains while looking at your arm again and holding your hand tight. "Promise me?" You nod in silence. He kisses your forehead and stands up to leave. You stop him by calling out his name.

"Can you lay next to me until I fall asleep? I just... need company. Please." you ask. He agrees and you feel your heart skip a beat. This is the first time you'll be sleeping together since the start of your relationship.

You close the light on your desk and jump onto your bed, exhausted. Garfield sits next to you. You decide to lay your head on his leg while he runs through your hair and scratches your back. This is the most relaxed you've felt this week, maybe even this month.

"I love you." he says.

You reply softly:

“Me too."

[wysteria-bloom]

🌑How They Moan 🌑

Genshin Impact x Fem! Reader

A/n: I'm in a nsfw kind of mood 😶

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, sex, smut, don't read if 18+ content makes u uncomfortable . Rlly this is VERY VERY NSFW, I WENT HARD IN THIS ONE--

Requests are open!! Check my description for rules!

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo , Childe, Scaramouche

Diluc's moans aren't really prominent at the beginning, like he'd be holding them back until he starts getting lost in the feeling of pleasure and he just let's everything out~ His moans are so pretty and soft. They're the kind of moans that just send butterflies through your stomach. I feel like when he orgasms tho, its not a big moan that he let's out more like strangled grunts. Its like he's trying to moan but he's just completely consumed by his orgasm that his vocal chords just refuse to work lol

"Sh-... shiit..." The red-head whined out, gritting his teeth to stop himself from moaning out-loud at the feeling of your warm walls consuming him.

The sensation of them rubbing him so tightly was getting to him.

He squeezed onto your thighs tightly with trembling hands, pushing his hips into you at a hasty pace, his desperation in catching up to his orgasm shining through with his loud moans.

"[Y-y/n]... Ngh~... You feel- ah~! S-so good..." He stuttered out, barely getting the sentence out.

You couldn't respond, only nodding as your back arched. His thick cock pounding into you was literally all you could think about.

You were consumed.

Consumed by him.

Obsessed with the feeling of him.

"Agh-! fuck..." Diluc's hips stuttered slightly before he began to slam into you at a relentless pace, skin-slapping and moans filling the room as the headboard pushed against the wall every time he pounded into your tight pussy.

He was so good.

His cries hitched and grew louder in volume, his eyes blown out with lust and complete love for you," Shit... shitshit!!... I-I'm gonna- aghh~ I'm gonna c-cuum..." He moaned out, gripping your thighs so tightly that you knew there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow.

"Do it!! Please, please... I want it so bad, Diluc! Please give it to me!" You gasped out, desperately clenching onto the bed-sheets," mfuck~..."

Diluc's breathing grew unsteady, uneven, he was gasping.

His chest heaved back and fourth and his back arched slightly as he slammed into you more desperately.

His eyes stared deeply into yours," I-... I'm c-cumming! Fuckfuck-!" He stopped moaning, just gasping for air at this point as his orgasm hit him like a train.

Pleasure consumed every fibre of his being and he just couldn't stop thrusting his thick cum into your poor overstimmed pussy.

And you couldn't get enough of it.

Ooof his moans are just-- MWAH💓😔. This guy is the reason I have a voice kink, deadass. Anyways-- His moans aren't very loud, but that's okay because this man will literally moan right into your ear. Like he is not ashamed if you hear him moaning like a bitch in heat lol maybe if you overstim him or decide to dom him one night, he might moan a bit louder. His moans are low and sooo smooth. Like they're so smooth that they're perfect. And they just make you-- AGHH . Yeah, his moans are top-tier and you should just savour the fact that he trusts you enough to actually moan into your ears like that lmaoo

"K-kaeya.. s'too much..." You whined out, your pussy overstimmed and so sore.

You felt like your cervix was gonna bruise for the rest of your life at this point.

Like when he said he was gonna fuck you until you go stupid, he wasn't fucking lying.

You were sat in his lap, bare and sweaty back pressed against his bare chest. His arms were wrapped securely around you, one gripping onto your breasts and the other was swirling your clit slowly and tantalisingly.

He chuckled deeply into your ear, and you didn't miss how it melted into a smooth moan afterwards.

Your pussy clenched at the sound, making him groan deeply.

His warm breath against your sensitive ear may just be what makes you cum for the 5th time that night.

"Aww~ Is my little snowflake getting too full of my cum, hmm?" He sang out condescendingly, his hips stopped thrusting up into you, making you squirm in his lap at the feeling which made an intense moan escape him," Shit, snowflake~ If you move around like that I just might have to tie you up again... You don't want that, do you?"

You shook your head frantically, hands gripping onto his thighs that were on either side of you," N-no please!! I-ah... I wanna stay c-close to you!" You whimpered out desperately.

"Ahh~..." He sighed in pleasure at your words, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of joy he felt at that sentence," Then be a good girl and take all of my cum.. maybe then I'll give you a little reward afterwards."

"Y-Yes! Please!! Give me it all! Give me your cu-AH~!" You cried out when his hips began slamming into your wet pussy, the lewd sounds it was making was beginning to make you feel dizzy.

Everytime he thrusted into you, you could feel the cum he had already shot into you getting pushed deeper and god... Did it drive you crazy.

His groans and whimpers in your ears weren't making things any better either.

"F-fuck... fuckfuck... I'm g-gonna cum again, Sn-ah~... Snowflake!" He cried out.

"M-me too! Fuck-- me too!" You sobbed.

"Lets do it together, yeah?" He breathed out, pants growing louder and louder," Lets do it together, baby~..."

A couple more thrusts into your clenching pussy and a few more moans in your ear later, both of your orgasms came crashing upon you both.

And once again, you felt the warmth of his cum shoot into you.

Ohhh his moans 💓💓💓 He moans a lot, you've seen the fanfics-- because of his work and stuff, I feel like he doesn't do sex very much (Idk why but I see him as asexual but I shall ignore it this once- but lowkey do any of you get that vibe from him?? Chile anyways so-) so on the off-chance he does, mans is gonna savour every second of it. I am an avid believer in dom Albedo, but he's definitely a big switch lol anyways, his moans are so sweet and soft but they're pretty loud too. Like his moans sound like a symphony- could listen to them all day 😌

Albedo panted lightly, his eyebrows furrowed as sweat ran down his cheek.

His hands were tied above his head, he looked so pretty and vulnerable for you.

You gave him a small smirk, your hand gripping the base of his dripping cock teasingly, moving up and down so... slowly...

"What is it you want from me, 'bedo? I need to hear it." You encouraged sternly, stopping your movements with his cock.

The blonde could only pant a little, his eyes hazy and wet from tears," P..please... let me cum..." He whimpered out, biting his lip a little," I swear to you that I'll be good... I didn't intend to ignore you... I was a little too focused on my work... I apologise for that... sincerely." He spoke softly.

Your smirk softened into a small smile and you leaned over him, straddling him but still gripping his cock. You leaned down to his ear and bit on his earlobe teasingly, smile widening at the hitch of his breath.

"That's a good little scientist..." You murmered into his ear before you leaned down to his lips, trapping them into a deep kiss.

You instantly parted his lips open with your tongue, forcefully stuffing your tongue straight down his throat, grabbing the back of his hair and pulling so you could stuff it down more.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the eroticism of it all, his cock whining for you to do something-

Anything.

Your hand began to move up and down slowly, his hips arching at the feeling. But then you began to jerk him off at a frantic pace, making his breath hitch completely, his moans loud and being swallowed up by you.

Drool fell from the corners of his mouth, his eyes growing blurry from tears of pleasure as he started humping his hips upwards so he could try and fuck himself into your hand faster.

He just really wanted to cum.

You've been edging him for so long.

He needed it.

You pulled away from the kiss, letting his moans be heard from whoever was in the building right now. Not like you cared.

"AGH~!! AHH! P-PLE~AH~~!!" He couldn't get a sentence out, he was too consumed with pleasure.

"Please what, hmm? Do you wanna cum, is that it? You've been such a good boy..." You grinned down at him with a sadistic glint in your eyes," Go ahead then, cum all over my hand like some prebusecent teen. That's all you are anyways, right? Just a slutty scientist."

Albedo couldnt hold it in anymore.

Your words, your strokes, your scent.

It was overwhelming his body.

He knew the orgasm coming up may be too much for him to handle.

"C-CUMMING!! CUMMING~!!"

And just like that, the stone-cold alchemist Albedo broke emotionally. Tears streamed down his cheeks that were as red as apples, drool falling from his lips that were open in a silent scream.

You could only snicker and watch as cum spurted all over your hand.

You didn't even mind.

Oh~ 🥴 Look, im gonna be honest... I don't think child moans that much 🤷‍♀️. Maybe if you were pegging him into another dimension- sure. But other than that, nahh.. I think you'll get fast and heavy panting, a couple of growls and groans in between. Don't get me wrong- Thats still hot af. This guy is all dirty-talk and panting if I'm being honest. But dw, all you have to do is peg him and you'll get loud ass moans. Like I'm talking some real pillow-prince moans.

"Aww, you getting tired, pretty?" The ginger cooed out, smirk on his lips as he raised an eyebrow down at you," I haven't even came yet and you're already tired? C'mon, I know you can do better than that pretty..."

You huffed up at him, glaring up at him as he kept thrusting into your overstimmed cunt," F-fuck... you..." You spat out

He laughed joyfully at your response, hands suddenly gripping the back of your legs and pushing your legs to your chest.

At the sight of your shocked look, he simply grinned at you sadistcally," Wouldn't you rather I fuck you, though?" He cooed, before he slammed his hips into your lower half, the sweaty skin slapping against eachother filling the room along with your sobbing moans.

Every thrust of his huge cock into your cunt felt so painful but so fucking intoxicating as well.

The pleasure overpowers the pain.

The tip of his cock was definitely kissing your cervix right now. You could feel it. And fuck did it feel good.

You hated this man with every fibre of your being, but not even a rivalry was going to make you both ignore the clear sexual tension between you both.

Thus, you're now here.

Listening to his loud pants and hot ass growls, drool pooling at the pillow underneath you.

"Heyyy, have I actually managed to fuck you dumb? You're quiet for once- hah~..." He couldnt stop the knowing smirk from curling on his lips at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him as soon as he sighed like that," Oooh, do you like that pretty? You like it when I let you know how fucking good you make me feel?"

You couldn't respond.

You were going to cum again.

And you could tell he was going to as well.

His pants were faster, and the growls and groans were a lot more frequent. His cheeks were flushed with a rosy-pink hue.

By the time you had met eyes, you just couldnt help yourself.

You broke the no-kissing rule.

You gripped his unbuttoned shirt's collar and pulled him down on top of you, smashing your lips together.

He froze completely, eyes wide as he looked down at you.

But he slowly melted into the kiss, feeling his orgasm building up faster at the feeling. He started thrusting again, but this time they were a lot slower and harder.

But you continued to kiss eachother, gripping onto eachother like your lives depended on it.

And even when you had both orgasmed, you both continued to kiss eachother.

Look, idc what you all say-- this man is an avid and active switch. He's so authoritive in the game, wtf do you mean he's just a sub?? Anyways-- he's got subby-ass moans, ngl. Like, they sound so fake at times as well, like he fakes his moans to piss you off. But sometimes you'll take over the situation and put him In his place which causes him to moan a lot. His moans are a bit like Albedo's except they're a lot less innocent than his. I think he's also a huge dirty-talker like Childe

"Shit... Slow down you dumb f- Ahh~~" Scaramouche moaned out, eyes rolling back as soon as your hips slammed into his ass.

Your strap-on was so thick and long, it hit all the amazing spots in his body.

He leaned forwards a little bit on all fours, gripping onto the pillow in front of him tightly as your silicone strap slid in and out of him so smoothly and hotly.

His breathing picked up and small moans fell from his lips here and there," ye... yeah... fuck... just like that, princess..." He whined out, sweat trickling down his flushed cheeks.

You clicked your tongue at his words and gripped the flesh of his ass, glaring as you slammed into him harder, smirking at the sound of his surprised moan.

"Y-you-... What are y-?!" He couldnt continue his sentence due to the embarrassingly loud moan that escaped his throat.

You giggled at the noise, ignoring how youe cunt clenched around nothing at the sound of it," Wow, does it feel that good, babe? You sound like a pornstar with these moans."

"Shut the fuck u-AHH SHIT~!" He threw his head back," Yes yes!! Right there, right there, right there!!"

You then stopped.

Rolling your eyes and ignoring his loud insults towards you when you did so. But he shut up as soon as you flipped him onto his side and laid behind him, lifting one of his legs up with a strong grip.

Then you slammed your dildo back into his ass again," OH~! OH FFFUCK~!" He gasped out, hand reaching around him to grip onto one of your thighs for leverage," SO GOOD SO GOOD!!... YOU'RE SO GOOD~~"

The fake-dick pounded into his asshole, this new angle making it push the silicone dick up against his prostrate every single time you thrust.

Soon, he screamed out your name multiple times, his cock squirting cum all over his own chest.

You could only snicker and whisper about how you're happy that he realised his place.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Favourites

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you're one of Negan's wives, but you're his favourite.

A/N: Okay so basically this is a rewrite of what I'd originally written, except I wrote a lil bit of smut. And I'm just gonna say, I have literally NEVER written smut in my life, this is my first time writing it. So if it's bad, please just be kind cos I'm new to this. But if anyone has any criticisms, then I'd love to hear it so I can improve aha.

Warnings: Strong language, fingering, little bit of dry humping?

“You’re a dick.” You scowled at Negan, who was currently standing in front of you, swinging his bat beside him.

He just smirked. “Oh, lovely wife. Should you really be speaking to me like that? I just picked you to come back to my room with me. Aren’t you grateful?”

You’d been Negan’s wife for quite some time now. You were one of the first. And the only reason you were still here was because despite how twisted he was, you still found yourself attracted to Negan. Of course, he wasn’t fully aware of your feelings towards him.

He dragged his fingers along your jawline, making you slightly lean into his touch. You hated how it made you feel, his rough fingertips dancing across your skin. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tingling sensation his touch gave you. A menacing grin crept onto his face before he finally spoke again. “Come on. You know you want to. I can actually feel the heat comin’ off of you right now.”

He turned and made his way to the door, and you slowly followed behind him. You almost felt ashamed that you enjoyed your visits to Negan’s bedroom. It was pretty obvious that he favoured you more compared to the other women he’d claimed, but you didn’t let on that you knew. You just savoured your time with him, before returning to your room, and allowing the shame to hang over you.

When you finally spotted the open door to his room, you couldn’t help but feel a little excitement. Every time, Negan would always surprise you with something new. Most of the time, you’d just go in there to have sex. But sometimes, he’d just sit there, watching you intently. That was how you knew you were his favourite. He would never do that with any of his other wives. He felt it created a weaker image of him.

“So...I’m a dick then, huh?” Negan growled, looking you over before closing the door.

You tried to suppress a smile. God, he looked so sexy standing there in front of you. You just continued to stand there quietly, taking in his handsome features.

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” he demanded. He didn’t even move. He just stood there, completely still, continuing to glare at you.

You folded your arms across your chest. “Yeah, you are a dick.” You weren’t afraid of him. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“You still like me though, don’t ya.” He smirked, slowly edging closer to you. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. The tension between the two of you was growing, and you’d found yourself rooted to the ground.

He carefully stepped closer to you, until his face was just inches away from yours. “Look, I like you, (y/n). But you’ve gotta start cooperating a little more. You can’t just be an asshole to me and then come in here and do fuck all.”

“Who says I’m not cooperating?” You said softly, tracing your fingers along his rough beard. You leaned in closer to him, until your lips were almost touching. He tried to connect his lips with yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Who said you could kiss me?” You teased.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I don’t like the way you just spoke to me. So maybe I don’t wanna be here anymore,” you smirked, seeing a look of frustration appear on his face. You loved teasing him like that. It gave you so much more power over him.

He glared at you. “I don’t give a shit.”

“Yes you do. I’m not stupid, Negan. I can see the way you treat me compared to the others.”

He stepped back a little bit, the devilish grin reappearing on his face. “Oh? And how do I treat you?”

“I dunno. You’re just less of an ass with me.”

“Aw, I’m touched,” he joked, moving closer to you again.

You leaned closer to him, gently pressing your fingertips to the center of his chest. It wasn’t long before his hands found their way into your hair. The feeling of his fingertips caressing your scalp made you tingle with pleasure.

“Ugh, can’t I be in control for once?” You groaned, suddenly realising that he was slowly beginning to take over again.

“Are you being fucking serious right now? Are you trying to piss me off today?”

“I just think you should let me have some control for once,” you suggested, running your hands through his dark hair.

“You’re joking, right?”

You shook your head. “Look, if you don’t want this. Fine, I’ll go.” You removed your fingers from his hair, and began to walk past him and toward the door.

But he caught your arm before you could take another step. “Fine,” he huffed, making you return to your previous position.

You grinned. You enjoyed this. You enjoyed seeing him so vulnerable. And you just loved how much he hated it. But the funny thing was, he was only allowing this in order to get you to stay. He clearly cared about you a little.

You leaned closer to him, gently tugging on the bottom of his leather jacket. You slowly dragged him toward the bed, making him sit down. This was clearly making him nervous, as his eyes darted around the small room.

You quickly crawled onto his lap, securing your legs behind him. You could already feel the heat building between the two of you, as you leaned in even closer, gently pressing your lips against his.

“God, you’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” he groaned against your lips.

You let out a quiet laugh, as you continued to torture him. As your lips met in a desperate kiss, you started to slowly grind your hips against him, causing a muffled groan to escape him. You felt his hands slide around your back, gently nipping at your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. You tried to force yourself closer to him in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

But when he went to pull your shirt over your head, you leaned back, stopping him. "Who am I to you?" You breathed out, noticing how his hazel eyes watched you intently.

"My wife." He replied almost instantly.

"No but really-"

"My wife." He repeated, his tone firmer. You could see it now. You could see it in his eyes that he cared for you.

You helped him lift your shirt over your head and you shivered when his hands ghosted over your chest as he covered your mouth with his again.

You started to move your hips over his jeans again whilst he began fumbling with the button on your jeans.

"Fuck." He groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking up against yours in desperation.

When he finally managed to undo your jeans, you lifted yourself off him slightly so that he could roughly tug them down your legs, leaving you in only your underwear as you straddled him.

You lowered back down onto him and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips when you felt his erection press against your aching pussy through your clothes.

"Jesus." You whispered, causing a wicked grin to expand across Negan's features as he watched you grinding over his clothed cock.

He kissed you again and you gasped when you felt his fingers quickly slipping underneath the fabric of your panties.

"Damn, all this for me?" He smirked against your lips, brushing a finger along your folds. "So fucking wet, baby."

You were barely able to keep your eyes open when you felt the pressure of one of his fingers pressing into you. You groaned, involuntarily rocking your hips against his hand as he slowly started moving his finger in and out of you.

You roughly gripped his leather jacket between your fingers when you felt him add a second finger, continuing to push them back and forth inside you.

"Shit." You breathed out, screwing your eyes shut at the pressure that was building in your stomach.

"You like that?" He said, watching as you started to come apart on top of him.

You nodded, still fisting his jacket in your hands. "Yes."

Your thighs started to shake when you felt him thrusting his fingers deeper inside you and you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you felt your release coming close.

All of a sudden, you felt your body tense and a wave of pleasure crashed over you as you fell forward into Negan's chest.

"Fuck." You groaned, trying to catch your breath as Negan smirked at the sight of you.

"So what was that about being in charge?" Negan snickered, removing his fingers from inside you, sucking them clean as he looked up at you.

"Shut up."

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@neganswoman

[beef-brisket]

It felt so good having Adam in his arms. Properly. Everything was out in the open. It made Lucifer feel so much lighter.

For a split second, the angel questioned how that man knew Adam loved him back, but when the first man wrapped his arms around him, he quickly forgot about the thought.

-

Adam leaned back against the tree. He hated this feeling in his chest, and it wasn't the dull ache fron being stabbed. However, many times.

He hated being jealous. He's Adam. If anyone's going to be jealous, it's anyone but him.

At least he was going to be happy in this timeline. Or whatever it is. Adam often wondered who he would have become if he was actually happy while alive. Oh well, at least this Adam will have a good life.

Sera: Aren't you interesting.

Adam tensed and looked up, seeing a familiar Seraphim standing in front of him. He hadn't seen Sera so relaxed since his own time in the garden. It was strange. But more than mice to see her. He just hopes she doesn't hate him, seeing as this was thousands of years in the past. And it wasn't his Sera.

Adam: I- was just leaving- I think.

Sera: Stay where you are, Adam.

Adam: ...How did you know?

Sera smiled softly: Because I am your mother.

The first man tensed, and it felt like his body lurched forward at those words, but he was perfectly still: I haven't been your son in... a long time.

Sera nodded: ...Then, I failed you.

Adam looked away. He couldn't stand the look of pity and shame Sera had on her face: I- wasn't good enough. I failed you more times than I can count.

Sera knelt down and lifted Adam's head: There's nothing you could do that would drove me away. Nothing. But, this isn't what you look like, is it?

Adam: ...It's not that impressive anymore.

Sera: You shouldn't be ashamed. You shouldn't hide yourself. The Lord created you in his image. That will always be special, Adam. And it that doesn't convince you, the fact that you're here, should.

Adam: I'm- meant to be dead. I don't know why I'm here.

Sera: ...There's always a reason. It should reveal itself in time... but having two Adam's in one timeline could course problems-.

Adam: Get rid of me- not him. He's- already better than me. Don't punish them...

The Seraphim glanced over, where she saw glimpses of Lucifer and Adam together, both completely unaware of her presence.

Sera: Hm... and what would you have me do, then? How would I get rid of you?

Adam looked away before summoning his axe, which landed in the ground next to him. Sera stared at the weapon for a moment, never having seen anything like it.

Sera: Adam-.

Adam: Use that. Just make sure I'm dead, yeah? I think I've helped him- your Adam shouldn't become like me- don't fall into the same shit as my Heaven did. Just... leave them alone.

Sera: You- Adam. I can't-.

Adam: Oh, trust me, you can... just... aim for the heart, okay? Shouldn't come back from that.

The Seraphim looked at the weapon, before placing her hand on the handle.

✨️Inexperienced✨️

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Lucifer flew above the treetops of Eden. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he knew something wasn't right. Usually, he would be scanning the ground for the first humans, but when he heard the news about some rouge angel being spotted amongst the foliage he really hoped Adam and Lilith were far, far away from this... thing.

Lucifer: Where are you...?

He's never travled this far out in Eden before. He wasn't even sure if Adam had made it out this far- and that man does nothing but explore.

When he started seeing strange trees, Lucifer landed: I'm so lost... great. Just great.

Looking around, Lucifer would usually marvel at trees and plants, but he couldn't when he had so much on his mind and plate.

That's when his eyes stopped on a bright, yellow three. The suns light shone through strange yellow leaves, making the ground appear golden. Lucifer smiled. This place reminded him of Lilith's flowing hair and Adam's golden eyes. The humans and Eden were really one in the same.

But Lucifer was pulled out of his thoughts when something moved at the base of the tree, and two large golden wings stuck out, like they were stretching.

This has to be the angel he was warned of. But he's never seen an angel golden wings, let alone two.

The archangel growled and summoned his weapon, a blue and red trident, and got ready for the attack. Or defence.

He stepped closer and closer. Each step showed more of the "angel," and Lucifer didn't know what to think other than it was big. Huge, even.

Lucifer: Halt! You are hereby detained by an archangel of Heaven! Identify yourself!

The... whatever this thing was opened a completely golden eye and stared at Lucifer. Its face was disturbing, with large, black horns. Lucifer couldn't even see a shape to its body, it was covered in something that looked like a mockery of an angelic robe, not to mention it was covered in golden blood.

Has this thing slaughtered angels?!

After a moment of silence, Lucifer was getting mad. What the fuck is thing?

Adam: Oh, hey, shorty. Piss off, you're ruining scenery.

[daincrediblegg]

okay your turn if nobody else has asked: TOP FIVE JH CHARACTERS GO

... girl... how does one choose? how does one??? when there are so many beautiful boys??? ok. OK I'll give it a shot.

5. Captain Crow - The Sea Beast This film is just incredible on every front. One of my favorite concept artists worked on it (which I did not know until a few weeks ago but now that I know I feel like kicking myself because I REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THEIR STYLE WELL ENOUGH BY NOW). But I remember watching this, and screaming when the credits began to roll because WAIT?!?!?! THAT WAS JARED HARRIS??? OH!!! WHAT A DELIGHT!!! I LOVE THAT GUY!!!! (oh babygirl wait a few months it's gonna hit you so bad). He's great. I hope we see more of him in the sequel that would be great for me.

4. Hari Seldon Honestly. What a little shit. "But Egg," you might ask "If he's such a little shit why is he on here?" well. He's hot. Really I am not over how hot this dude is. I know I couldn't fix him not in a million years. But idk. Something about him always makes my brain go brrr. So he's on here. Also I just love how fucking atypically written this show is and I have a wee soft spot for asimov. They didn't have to cast Jared as Hari and make him unbelievably hot. But they did. And he's so enigmatic. I love that.

3. John Lennon Egg's love for Jared Harris Origins. I was a Beatles girlie, ok? I'm not ashamed to admit that. It was my introductory fandom experience at the ripe old age of baby, and I really ate it up. I remember going into this movie being like "oh it's some dumb TV movie about John and Paul how good can it be?" Very good, as it turns out. And having assigned myself a John Lennon girlie I literally could never get over this depiction. The mannerisms, the fucking tripped-out way he philosophizes in conversation, the softness, and ofc the old friends tension. Jared got it all. Of course I'd seen him in stuff here and there, but this was the one that cemented him as a beloved actor in my mind for me (I literally re-wound the kiss scene as well like 20 times don't judge me but that awakened some stuff in me). Been following him ever since.

2. Lane Pryce - Mad Men This dude broke me for real. I didn't get into Mad Men until college, and binged it all on my friend's hulu account. And lemme tell ya. Did NOT see his final episode coming. Did not. And it made me genuinely weep. He was a highlight in the show. He was one of the only guys I could actually say is a good dude in that show, and he deserved so much better than he got in the end. I look at him and I'm just like... leave ur wife. Leave your job. Lets just go out of this capitalistic hellscape. I want to make him Well. I will love him forever for how he just completely destroyed me.

1.Francis Crozier / Valery Legasov - HA! you thought I was not going to tie them? WRONG! I can't keep these bad bitches apart.

Francis really needs no explanation at this point. I am so actually genuinely in love with him I'm writing a whole ass gothic romance novel of a fic for him, as you all know (and which has summarily turned out a BANGER of a modern AU as well). I made a bloody self-insert oc for him. Gothic Cinema is literally my favorite genre and Francis is the most Gothic Hero of all time, honestly (well besides Valery obviously). The serotonin he continually gives me makes my meds redundant. He is my sweet husband who I love with my whole life and that's that.

And Valery? sorry you can't put a babygirl of a man like that in front of me and not expect that I would want to jump his bones like? Not only is the constant existential dread relatable, but as much as people tell him he's not brave, he IS without a doubt, and honestly, just by virtue of uttering the most iconic logline ever fucking created he deserves this spot on this list. Both of these dudes make my soul ascend in a certain way not just with how brilliantly they were written, but with how incredibly Jared executed them (for which I want to kill the academy for not giving him awards on either). Top Beloveds forever and ever and ever amen.

[chaichaiiskai]

chapter three || masterpost

we’re different but that’s okay || shark hybrid! eijiro kirishima x angry! takes-no-shit! human! fem! reader x various! hybrids! 

author’s note: to be completely honest with y'all something is wrong with me??? I can’t seem to stick with one ship when it comes to series w/ y/n so don’t be surprised if this starts riding down the polygamy train. If polygamy isn’t your thing then i’m sorry i just can’t help i t, this is gonna turn into a y/n x various hybrids tbh. got any suggestions on who else should be added? doesn’t matter who they are, I'm curious! 

content warnings: injury mention, muzzles, prostitution mentioned, shitty law system, hybrid mandates suck ass in general, unlawful imprisonment, 

word count: 2.9k 

tag list: (open) @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

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Cold. 

Why’s it so cold… and hard? 

Slowly but surely, Eijiro wakes, grunting as he’s suddenly blinded by the bright light coming from the ceiling, making his vision struggle to adjust to the sudden flow of light in his eyes. He drapes an arm over his face to shield him from the light, groaning in slight pain as he attempts to calm himself down.

His (now bandaged) hand then grazed over something metal and heavy on his face, his senses slowly coming to him as he realized that something was covering his mouth. A muzzle. 

“Hey man, you alright?” A gruff and unfamiliar voice asks from nearby, instantly making Eijiro shoot up and push away from whoever was speaking, his back hitting against the cold, cement wall directly behind him. The wind was nearly knocked right out of him but he recollected himself and opted for finding the source of the voice that had suddenly spoken to him. 

Coming face to face with a tall silver-haired man with aggressive eyelashes made the male’s nose scrunch up, the both of them wearing matching muzzles. 

A dog? Where was he? 

Almost as if the dog hybrid had heard his thoughts, he spoke up again, “If you’re wonderin’ you’re in a shelter for the disruptive types. If you’re lucky you won’t be euthanized in the next couple of days. But…” The man’s eyes drifted to the collar that was around Eijiro’s neck, zeroing in on it with a suggestive look in his eyes. This caused Kirishima to squint and then protectively put a hand over the collar before speaking up, finally, “But what? I have an owner, she should be here any minute... Wait..” He paused for a moment and then sat up off of the wall, shifting his weight around so that he could dig around in his pockets. 

His fingers soon clamped around what he’d been searching for and he snatched it from his pocket, staring at his phone before sighing in exasperation, immediately hitting the speed dial to call you. No signal. Wow, someone must really hate him.  

“Woah woah woah, you’ve got a phone?? Wow, you really must have an owner then,” the unknown hybrid said, sadness in his voice as he shrunk into his corner. 

Kirishima felt a tinge of guilt for the other hybrid but was quickly distracted by the sound of your voice. It didn’t sound far away, in fact, it sounded like you were in the same building as him. 

“... I need all of your badge numbers, immediately, You can’t go around treating people like they’re hardened criminals! You should be ashamed of yourselves!” 

“Ma’am, please. We had reason to tase him, he had a knife-” “THAT WAS STABBED THROUGH HIS HAND. I can’t keep talking to you, where is he?” There was a pause, Eijiro immediately scurried from where he was and went to press his body against the plexiglass that caged him in, making him feel like a measly animal. 

“Y/N!” He shouted, beginning to pound on the plexiglass in hopes that you could hear him. Unfortunately, for him, you wouldn’t be able to. 

“Sorry to tell you but- it’s soundproof,” the stranger spoke up, sitting with his back against the wall and arms crossed over his chest, his clothes tattered and ratty, “But don’t get too freaked out. They’ll make it over here soon enough and you’ll be reunited. You’re pretty lucky, pal.” 

For some reason, the other hybrid’s words seemed to soothe him just a smidge, thinking that you would find him no matter what, you always did so he trusted that you’d be there to get him soon enough. He found himself slowly turning to look at the rugged stranger, taking in his appearance in silence for a moment, only observing him, before speaking up, “... How long have you been here?” 

The stranger paused, toying with the muzzle that covered his mouth, trying to do some calculations in his head, “Three days. ‘sposed to go through “trainin’” tomorrow. If I end up a lost cause I’ll prolly end up gettin’ split.” Though his slang was a little weird, Eijiro understood him completely. He’d never had to deal with it before but he knew that hybrids that were considered threats to the general public were put through unbelievable torture meant to make them docile and tame so that they could be sold off to a willing owner. 

“What’s your name? I’m Eijiro… Eijiro Kirishima.” 

Perking up at the introduction, the silver-haired dog grinned, revealing a set of jagged sharp teeth, “Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, or just Tetsutetsu, y’know? Nice to meet you, kid.” A small smile slowly crept up onto Eijiro’s face, chuckling at the pet name. Before he knew it, the both of them had begun talking and Eijrio’s heart rate began to slow from its rapid pace. He hadn’t even realized how fast it had been going until he began to calm down. 

…

You were starting to get pissed off with how negligent the officers were with their job. It was bad enough that they had put your poor sharky boy through hell, but now they were sending you around on a wild goose chase, making you walk through room after room, pointing you in the direction of any similar-looking redheads that barely even looked like Eijiro. It was really starting to piss you off. 

However, by the grace of whoever was watching you, you had entered another portion of the shelter and spotted a familiar head of hair that had you sprinting without a second thought. 

“Hey! Wait! You shouldn't be running!” The officer shouted from behind you, groaning when he realized that you weren’t listening to him. 

You slid to a stop in front of the plexiglass and stared into it, locking eyes with Eijiro who looked pitiful in the muzzle he was forced to wear. Neither of you said a thing as you tried to register his expressions, wanting to see what he was feeling from the look on his face. You failed to notice the other male who was in the cage, watching you with curiosity. 

You suddenly had a new goal and your aura completely changed as you turned to calmly stare at the slowly approaching officer. “Open this,” you demanded, staring him in the eye with a new kind of animosity. It was almost like the devil himself was standing behind you. 

“I c-can’t do that. We have regulations-” “You think I give a fuck about your regulations? You’ve got my boyfriend locked up in a fucking CAGE. Should I just sue you and everyone else you work for? I bet your superiors wouldn’t like that, would they?” Your voice was eerily calm as you spoke, standing up straight with a hand on your hip, waiting for the officer’s next move. He paused for a second and then glared back at you before mumbling and moving towards the keypad that kept the cage closed, “If those things try to attack I am going to kill them on sight and you might just end up as collateral.” 

Though you hadn’t heard him, Eijiro and Tetsutetsu did, eliciting a chorus of growls from the both of them from within the plexiglass. 

It seemed like the officer was taking his sweet time, punching in whatever code there was as well as letting his retinas get scanned. Why was such high-tech needed to keep these people imprisoned? 

When the door finally slid open, you rushed into it and threw yourself onto Eijiro, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him tightly. Eijiro smiled at the embrace and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against you as he began to scent you by rubbing his chin onto the top of your head, instantly feeling a wave of relief. 

After your little ruining, you pulled away to look up at him, pissed off at the sight of the muzzle. You turned to look at the officer again, squinting at him, “Take this shit off of him. Or tell me how to do it.” 

The officer had been staring at the both of you, hand ghosting over the pocketed handgun when he had caught your eyes gazing at him again, “Tch, you need to sign him out first before I can do that. I don’t even have the key for it, it’s at the front desk.” 

After hearing his words, you sighed and then turned to Eijiro, noticing that he’d been watching your every move. You offered him a sheepish smile, “Sorry baby, guess you’ll have to wait a little longer…” “‘s fine. I’m just happy you found me.”

“Yeah, grams told me about what happened. Let’s go home, yeah?” You chirped, ready to tug him away. However, he remained still and unmoving which made you raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

“What’s up?”

He seemed to be silently contemplating something, debating with himself on what he wanted to say next. Before he could restrain himself he spat out, “Can we adopt Tetsutetsu?” 

Tetsutetsu? Who’s that? 

You tilted your head, waiting for him to elaborate but then a voice spoke up behind him, “Nah, man. Don’t even worry about me. Go home with your owner, I don’t wanna be no burden.” 

A bit stunned by the intrusion of a new voice you leaned to the side and peeked past Eijiro’s shoulder, coming eye to eye with a man with silver hair, floppy dog ears, and a bushy tail that matched his hair color. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him. You’ve never seen someone like him before, he reminded you so much of your beloved Eiji… just in a different font. 

He’d been sitting comfortably on the floor, arms crossed over his ample chest with a resting bitch face. 

“You’re Tetsutetsu?” You questioned, reiterating what you already knew. Your feet moved on your own and you soon found yourself standing in front of the mysterious man, eyeing him as you looked over his rough appearance. 

All he could do was nod, surprised by how close you had gotten to him, and was even more shocked by your lack of fear. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t get too close to that one. He bites fingers off and he’s real violent. Picked him up from a dog fighting ring. Vicious fuckers I tell you,” the officer warned you, still standing outside of the cage. 

You ignored his warnings and spoke up, squatting down so you could whisper to him without the officer’s knowledge, “Wanna come home with us, Tetsutetsu? I can adopt you and then I could set something up for you that’ll let you live on your own, you don’t have to stay with us but you’ll be protected by the laws.” 

His eyes widened as he stared at you, your words sinking into him as he eyed you rather suspiciously, trying to figure out your motive. 

“What’s in it for you? You gonna make me do somethin’ for money? Things don’t come for free. I ain’t goin’ back to the ring and I sure as hell ain’t sellin’ my body.”

You had winced at his words, frowning at the thought of him having to do such things. Thinking for a moment, you chewed on your lip and then thought of something quickly, “No. You can just get a regular job and help pay rent, I don’t need you to do anything else besides that.” 

Tetsutetsu was silent. Not knowing what he wanted to say or what he could say for that matter. Fortunately for him, Eijiro was there and picked up on his reluctance. 

The redhead made his way over to the two of you and then rested his hand on Tetsutesu’s shoulder before offering him a kind and reassuring smile. 

The dog hybrid was completely at loss for words, but he figured he had nothing else to lose. Plus, he could always escape again if shit hit the fan. However, he was going to trust Eijiro for now but you had to gain it from him, he was a little eerie of humans- all for good reason. 

… 

After some hours of painstaking, overly dramatic paperwork being filled out, you were able to leave with Eijiro and the newest addition to your little family unit. Never in your life did you ever anticipate that you’d be adopting another hybrid. A huge one at that. Though he was a few inches shorter than Eijiro he was still much larger than you’d anticipated. It turned out that Tibetan Mastiff hybrids were humongous, and rare apparently. By the time you had finally got to your car (maybe you should get a bigger one?) you noticed that it was well into the evening and felt a wave of relief when you’d realized that the weekend was starting tomorrow. 

“Alright, let’s go home. Let’s pick up some food first though because I don’t feel like cooking,” you grumbled while getting into the driver’s seat of your car, reading to get driving. Eijiro climbed into the passenger seat with a smile and Tetsutetsu cautiously got into the backseat, surprised by how spacious it was as he got comfortable. “Since you are the newest addition to our family you get to choose what we have for dinner, “ you hummed, starting up the car, and pulling out of the parking spot once everyone’s seatbelts were on.

“Hm. McDonald’s. Haven’t had a burger in a while,” he mumbled, scooting closer to the door so he could look out the window as you drove down the dark streets. His jaw then clenched and unclenched before he spoke up again, “Can I roll down the window?” 

You were a little confused by the question but decided to just roll down his window instead of answering, giving him what he wanted. Next thing you know, he suddenly stuck his head out of the window and stuck out his tongue, enjoying the cool breeze that went through his hair. He hadn’t been able to do such a thing in quite some time, it was exhilarating. 

Glancing in the rearview mirror, you watched Tetsutetsu for a moment, smiling a little at the adorable display before focusing back on the road, deciding to drive to the nearest McDonald’s, taking note of the magnificent mane on top of his head.

When you’d reached your destination you decided to let the two hybrids stay in the car while you went to order the food, figuring that the both of them were pretty emotionally tired from having to stay in that cage for so long, your new silver-haired friend especially. As you had left, this gave the two of them time to talk to each other. 

“Does it get weird? I mean, dating someone who owns you?” Tetsutetsu asked, looking out of the window that was still rolled down, “Wouldn’t it be a hassle if you stopped loving her and you had to be stuck with her? Sounds awkward as shit.” 

Eijiro only smiled at the other’s words, “She’s my mate, I don’t plan on leaving her side unless it’s a life or death situation. I hope it never comes to that point.” 

Tetsutetsu was a little surprised at the answer he’d gotten, turning to look at the man in the front seat with a raised eyebrow, “Mate? You can have a human mate?”

Eagerly nodding his head, Eijiro leaned back into the seat and crossed his arms over his chest, “I chose her as my mate when I knew that I wouldn’t want anyone else besides her. I have a strong feeling that we were made for each other, I’ve never felt as strongly for someone until I realized my feelings for her.” 

The dog hybrid grew silent after that confession, watching the other predator hybrid with a curious glint in his eyes. He then made a face, “Why’d you ask her to adopt me when you two are so madly in love? Kinda weird man. Aren’t you territorial?” 

“A little bit, but I don't find you threatening, plus, I trust her. And I don’t sense anything malicious coming from you. I’m not worried,” he offered and then rubbed his finger under his nose, “I’m pretty good at sniffing out assholes.” 

Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened for a moment after hearing Eijiro’s last few words before he erupted into laughter, clenching his stomach as he laughed like an unhinged gremlin,” PFFFT! THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!” 

“She? What? Who?” 

Poor Kiri, too innocent for his own good sometimes. 

By the time you had come back to the car, you were faced with a crying Tetsutetsu who was snickering and cackling to himself, and Eijro whose face was redder than a garden of tomatoes. What happened while you were gone?

You got into the front and passed Tetsutetsu a bag of cheeseburgers, giving Eijiro his own bag as well, “What’d I miss out on? Was it a funny joke?” 

“Kiri says he’s good at sniffing assholes,” the silverette responded while digging around in the bag you handed him, snatching out one of the burgers to rip it open with his teeth before he gobbled it down like he hadn’t eaten in decades. 

The other’s comment only seemed to make the shark even redder, earning a groan from him as he covered his face in shame, the bag of burgers resting in his lap. 

Your eyes widened at the comment and you were about to question it further but Eijiro beat you to the punch, “Please… don’t ask.” 

You pouted at the thought of being left out on a joke, deciding to ask Tetsu about it later, you started the drive back home. Boy oh boy was this a turn in your life. Hopefully, there won't be anything else too exciting to come in the next couple of weeks. You could only handle so much. 

Oh Y/N… what a delusional fantasy you live in.