#I. Am about to fall asleep and saw a head line that literally made me think Harris shot someone and I was just like???

[cookie-nom-nom]

Again apparently. One of the candidates is bound to drop dead at this rate

[4driiiii]

am i making you feel sick? - L. Castellan

summary: when percy arrives in the infirmary in critical condition from a scorpion sting, you find out who was behind it all

warnings: book spoilers, betrayal, angst, that's literally it

side note: kinda got the inspo from the song, bc the whole betrayal of it all "am i making you feel sick?" kinda gagged me tbh and this idea was then conjured up so... i hope this isn't trash lol

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you sat in the hermes cabin for close to an hour now, having no clue where your boyfriend was. he'd been m.i.a. the whole day, and even when you had asked chris about his whereabouts, you'd come up empty handed.

the soft blue plaid of his sheets brought you comfort as you traced the yellow lines that ran vertically down the expanse of his comforter. they smelled of luke's cologne, warm and soft yet masculine, it matched his personality perfectly.

an hour bled into another thirty minutes, and by then, you were dozing off. without worrying about being bothered by any of the other kids in the cabin, you snuggled up into his comforter, letting your eyes fall closed. he's just busy today, you told yourself as your breathing fell even. the hermes cabin was a lovely environment to fall asleep in, despite its constant chaos. the warm environment reminded you of your grandparents house, one that you probably wouldn't visit again.

but, just before you could fully drift off, heavy and fast footsteps boomed on the oak floors, startling you up into a seated position. you originally thought that it had finally been luke, but you were wrong. it was chris, instead. "we need you in the infirmary," he spoke breathlessly, yet you could hear the subtle break in his voice. the urgency made your heart jump into your throat, and no words were exchanged as you jumped out of the comfort of luke's bed, following chris.

upon arriving at the infirmary, most of your siblings stood outside. it seemed as though you were the last one there, and you really wondered just how bad it was. your brother marcus was head counselor for your cabin, a year older than you. he was the first person you saw when you barged through the doors, barely holding it for poor chris behind you. "what happened?"

"a scorpion stung percy. annabeth brought him in just ten minutes ago," he said, hanging his head down low. your heart sank at the news of the young demigod being in such imminent danger. "what- how? is he okay?" you felt the bile in your stomach reach your throat. something felt off about this, and you didn't know what but it made goosebumps rise on your skin, yet your hands grew clammy.

marcus nodded, but his eyes grew teary and cloudy before dropping eye contact with you. that didn't help the growing uneasiness in your core. if he wasn't going to give you a straight answer, you pushed past him to go see percy or annabeth, two kids you knew would be straight up with you.

you saw the pale boy laying on a cot, with chiron and annabeth at his side. no other campers, except for a few of your siblings were in the room, so you rushed to percy's side. because he had grown close with luke, he had grown close with you too. he was your unofficial little brother, and the sight of him so sickly made your heart clench.

"hey, perce. how are you feeling?" you asked, bending down to push some of his curls out of his face. his forehead felt hot and sweaty. he just shrugged, not wanting to give much of an answer. "better, but tired."

you nodded, pushing a few more curls away from his face before deciding to let the poor boy rest. looking away from him, you looked at the worrisome faces of annabeth, chiron, and mr. d. everyone was here, but luke. where was luke.

before the question could even leave your mind and out of your lips, chiron put a hand on your shoulder. "come, child. i need to speak with you." he held something of sorrow in his eyes while looking into yours. he shifted his gaze to chris, an unspoken sentence shared between the two of them, that immediately had the boy following you out alongside chiron.

they led you outside of the infirmary and to your cabin, which was a little less than five feet away. their silence was making the pit in your stomach grow larger by the second. you decided then that you couldn't take it any longer, so you spoke up. "what's going on?" your voice wavered more than you would've liked it to, but it got the point across.

you looked from chris to chiron, and noticed tears were falling from chris' face. he looked down at his shoes pitifully, his hands coming up to wipe away the stray tears. that only made some of your own well up in your eyes. "chiron, please."

"the scorpion that attacked percy..." he trailed, "it was luke's. he tried to kill him, and he is the one that stole the masterbolt. he's been working with kronos this whole time."

his words pierced your skin, yet bounced off all at the same time. your immediate reaction was to laugh in disbelief, but your eyes betrayed you as silent tears started to fall. "no, he wouldn't do that, i know him," you argued, watching the way chiron sighed deeply and hung his head low. chris' eyes met yours and you could see the glossy distance in them, making your heart shatter. he pulled you into a hug, much like luke would, and initially you tried to fight him off.

"you're lying," you spewed at chiron, like hot venom coming out of your mouth. "chris, stop crying, get off of me! he's lying, he's lyi-"

it was then that your words caught up in your throat, your limbs going numb at your poor attempt to pry chris' arms off of your body. the sobs that left your throat were those that only happened when you lost a loved one, and in a way you did. "i truly, am, so sorry," chiron whispered, pursing his lips as he watched you cry in chris' arms.

maybe you should've seen this coming. after all, he hated the gods for what they did to their children; sending them off on dangerous quests, never seeing or talking to them. just the pure fact that they ever conceived of their many children that they would just neglect made luke angry.

but out of all this hatred, no matter how much he despised the gods, he was still luke. your ever-loving, sweet boyfriend that wouldn't ever hurt you. so when the realization hit, it hit hard. not your luke, anyone but him. the golden child, the best swordsman at camp.

am i making you feel sick?

[newwavesylviaplath]

more dumb music opinions!! this is long and ik most of u don't care but whatever this is my platform i will post how i see fit. also im not proofreading this at all its 1:26 in the morning and im literally falling asleep as im writing this so apologies in advance if this isn't the most well written or coherent post ive ever made

okay yall i fell down a rabbit hole of people on tiktok criticizing chappell roan and now im all worked up so here i am giving my opinions no one asked for;

so something i've been noticing a real influx of is people bringing up her hot to go performance at outside lands (a festival) where she says something along the lines of "vip thinks they're way too cool to do this.. you're not fun!" mfs have been getting online to talk about how chappell was being SO RUDE!!! and NOT EVERYONE KNOWS HER MUSIC WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!!!! but like anyone with common sense who has seen the vid/heard the audio can tell she was being playful?? like come on now. i also saw someone post abt how she was being mean to jimmy fallon?? 😭 first off, while im not sure abt this one in particular late night shows are usually scripted and secondly im starting to believe more and more that these people have just never interacted with a drag queen before. chappell roan is a STAGE PERSONA and the majority of drag queens are characterized by having this larger than life attitude- take for example that one rupaul /jimmy fallon interview (u guys know which one) like idk i feel like it's very obvious that chappell is playing it up for the sake of entertainment, not cuz she genuinely believes she's above everyone else.

the other thing i've seen ppl whining about is how a) she doesn't wanna take a picture with fans, therefore she believes her shit doesn't stink and b) the two tiktoks she posted a day ago where she was voicing her struggles openly without policing her tone. first off, CELEBRITIES DONT OWE U PICTURES. don't get me wrong, taking a picture with a celeb u are a fan of can be a great experience and a fun story- but people are acting as if it is their god given right to get a photo with whoever they want whenever they want. "oh well she brought this on herself it's the price of being famous" are u stupid omfg acting like chappell signed a contract giving up her autonomy in order to get on the billboard charts. she quite literally did not choose this and even if she did that doesn't mean ur automatically entitled to a pic with her as if she's some kind of zoo animal like?? the two vids she posted to tiktok essentially telling ppl to leave her alone was met with backlash because she 'sounded rude' again im going to put this in perspective for everyone. her family is being stalked. she is being harassed both online and in real life. being upset because she comes off a little brash in a video where she is practically begging yall to stop with the harassment should be the least of your concerns. this is a twenty six year old who was virtually unknown six months ago- her meteoric rise to fame was not something she could have been prepped for in anyway possible. i feel like some people just aren't trying to wrap their heads around how insane the reality of this situation really is. the phrase "fifteen minutes of fame" used to be a lot more hyperbolic than it is now. i'm exhausted

[heavyhitterheaux]

What Are We Thankful For?

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: You know it’s always entertaining when the entire crew gets together

Synopsis: The Harlows host friendsgiving at their house at home in Kentucky

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💖

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Special thank you to big sis Nicole! 

“I literally cannot wait to give you the biggest hug. You look so tired and I’m going to need for you to go straight to sleep once you get here.” You said while looking at your tired husband on the facetime call that the two of you were currently on.

“I can’t wait either. I missed your little short ass terrorizing me on a daily basis.”

“HEY!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong baby girl?”

“We’re going to fight when I see you.”

“Only thing that I’ll be doing is making you scream my name over and over again.”

“After you get some sleep, that is. When should you be back?”

“If I did my math right, I’ll probably land around 3 or 4 am. And you better be sleep and you better not come and get me either. You need your energy for other things.”

“But smush!”

“No, Sunni already knows and is coming to get us.”

You rolled your eyes and Jack immediately caught it and made a face at you.”

“Baby, don’t start because you know what’s about to happen when I get there.”

“Well, I was told to be asleep, so nothing.”

“Keep getting smart with me Mrs. Harlow.”

“Or what?”

“You being real bold since I’m in a different country right now. You won’t be saying that when you see me.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that. Anyway babyyyyyy, I miss you.”

“I miss you too and it won’t be too much longer.”

“Are you going to help me cook for our friendsgiving this year?”

“Cook what?!?! Jack can’t even boil a pot of water!” You heard someone exclaim and you wanted to say that it sounded like Clay.

“Clayborn! Give your big brother some credit! He’s trying!”

“Hiiii wifey!”

“Clay, remove yourself from my presence immediately.” Jack of course was immediately annoyed. 

You then saw Clay come up behind him and wave towards you while Jack simply rolled his eyes.

“Hi, my baby! Can’t wait to see you!”

“Me either! I have the divorce papers drawn up!”

This earned Clay a smack to the back of his head from Jack and all you could do was laugh.

“Okay my little baby, stop terrorizing my big baby and you better be on your best behavior.”

“Oh? So I’m big baby now?”

“You have always been my big baby with your 6’3 ass.”

“See Clay?!?”

All Clay did was roll his eyes and make a face, before looking back over at you.

“I’ll stop terrorizing him for now. I’m still her favorite.”

“I will throw you out this window!”

Once Clay was out of your line of sight, you looked to see Jack staring at you and smiling.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

“You called me your big baby.”

“Smush, you know that is never going to change. No matter how much you might get on my nerves.”

“HEY! WAIT A MINUTE NOW!”

“I love you so you know I’m going to put up with it.”

“Mmm hmm. Sure. I love you too mamas and I’ll be back before you know it. And you have a little over a week until you turn 24.”

“Oh shit…”

“What do you mean oh shit? Don’t tell me you forgot about your birthday?”

“I’ve just been so busy that it slipped my mind. I don’t even have anything planned!”

“Don’t you worry about that, your husband already has everything figured out.”

You simply eyed him not believing anything that was coming out of his mouth.

“And I’m not telling you so don’t ask me. We’re about to head to the airport now, pretty girl.”

“Okay, please be safe and don’t kill your little brother.”

“Absolutely no promises on that last part. I love you mamas.”

“I love you too, Pookie.” You blew a kiss to Jack before hanging up and scrambling around your shared bedroom to get things ready for when he got back. 

You made sure to take out one of his favorite pairs of pajamas, had a fresh set of towels and washcloths, face masks, socks, and lavender lotion to make him fall asleep easier. You knew that he told you to go to sleep, but you were literally bouncing off the walls in anticipation to finally be reunited with him. Jack’s tour was over, but yours wasn’t and you were taking a few weeks off before it started back up again.

You decided after getting everything together that you would at least lay down and you made sure to set your alarm so that you would be awake when Jack got back despite his protests.

It was around 3:45 when you heard his keys in the door. 

You were already awake and threw off your comforter to make a beeline downstairs to meet him at the door.

Jack was barely out of the doorway when he heard your light footsteps approaching him running at full force. He dropped his bags at his feet to be able to catch you and all he could do was smile at the sight of his wife.

“Baby? Are you crying?” Jack quietly asked as he heard you sniffle.

“No.”

“Yes you are and I don’t know why you’re trying to hide that from me. Don’t cry, I’m here now.”

“I just missed you so so much. You know I hate being away from you.”

“I know and I missed you too, mamas. And what are you doing up? I thought I told you to go to sleep.”

“You know I don’t listen and I wanted to see you. I set my alarm so that I would be awake when you got back.”

“We have a lot to do today so I’m going to need for you to get some sleep.”

“You too. You look so tired and I was so worried about you.” You said brushing a hand through Jack’s curls before he set you back down on your feet so that he could close the front door.

“I’m fine, I’ll get a little bit of a break and you know that will consist of spending the majority of my time with my wife.” Jack answered you as he leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Come on so we can do face masks.”

“Wait, what?”

“I got out your favorite pajamas, the lavender lotion that helps you fall asleep easier, and the cucumber face mask you like. Come on, the sooner we get to it, the sooner that we can sleep.”

“Thank you for that, baby girl.”

“Anything for you. You know this.”

“Forever and always, right?”

“You damn right.”

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“Best friend!”

“Yes, Urban Henry Wyatt?”

“Wait, why are you saying my full name? Am I in trouble?”

“No, not unless you did something that I should know about?”

All Urban did was shake his head no.

“No, not that I know of. I just have a question for you. I already asked Jack and he said it was up to you.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You asked immediately going into protective mode. You felt Urban’s forehead and was checking him for bumps and bruises.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!”

“Okay, then ask your question.” You responded while making sure that you had the ingredients for everything that you needed to make.

“Um, would it be okay for Yasmin to come to friendsgiving?”

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sighed.

“I mean, I get it if you say no. But I just thought I’d ask anyway. I know that you know that she’s talked to Jack and he told me that you weren’t ready to talk to her, which I understand. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”

“She can come.”

“Wait, really?”

“Urby, she’s your girlfriend and she’s important to you. I…. This is something that we do every year and the last thing that I want to do is make her feel like she’s being left out. I wouldn’t want anyone to do that to me either. So my answer is yes.”

“Only if you’re absolutely positive.”

“Urban, get out of my sight before I change my mind and take your best friend with you so that I’ll be able to cook in peace with Nic and Luna.”

“BABY! I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE ANYTHING!”

“YET, JACKMAN! YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING, YET!”

“I’ll keep him occupied.”

“Thank you Urby.”

It was around 2 pm when everyone started showing up and you and Nic were halfway done with cooking everything.

Jack, 2fo, Nas, and Druski had been banned from the kitchen so Jack elected the help of his little brother to slide him something that was already done since he hadn’t eaten anything yet.

“Clay, go in there because she’s not going to yell at you.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Cut the shit. I’m letting you stay in my house. That’s what’s in it for you. I’ll kick your ass out right now.”

“That’s Y/N’s baby Jack, you better watch yourself.” Megan piped up from the corner where she was mixing margaritas.

“And?! I’m her husband!”

“That literally means nothing when it comes to Clay.” Urban laughed while looking over at him.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“And get us something good.”

Clay hopped up off the couch and made his way into the kitchen to see you, Nic, and Luna laughing.

“Oh look, the baby has arrived!”

“Well isn’t it my favorite Harlow child! What can I do for you?”

“I’m hungry and am in need of a snack.”

“Sit right over there, I got you.” You said as you went into the refrigerator and got out the mini cheesecakes. You decided to make smaller individual ones so 2fo wouldn’t be able to sneak off with the pan and save it all for himself. 

You took two out of the container and placed it on a napkin before placing them down in front of him.

“Tell me how it is and if it needs something.”

“You made it so I know that it doesn’t need anything.”

“Not Clayborn trying to flirt with his big brother’s wife.” Luna said and immediately laughed.

“Not my fault she fell for the wrong Harlow.”

“CLAY! I HEARD THAT!”

“SMUSH! STAY IN THERE AND OUT OF OUR BUSINESS!”

“YOU’RE MY WIFE SO YOU ARE MY BUSINESS!”

“I swear he is a hot ass mess. My hot mess nonetheless, but a mess.”

“It’s really good. What else is finished that I can taste?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Nic replied before opening the freezer and pulling out sorbet for him to try. 

Back out in the living room, Jack looked down at his watch to see that Clay had been gone for at least 30 minutes and he was confused on what was taking him so long.

“What the hell is he in there doing? I’m fucking starving out here.”

“They’re probably holding him hostage.”

“Dua!”

“What does your big forehead ass want?”

“Okay, first off, rude. Keep in mind that you’re in my house and I can kick you out at any time.”

“For you to get yelled at by your wife?”

“Don’t test me.”

“State your business.”

“Go in the kitchen and get me something, pleaseeeee. Wifey will yell at me if I set foot inside.”

“I’ll try, but no promises.”

“Get whatever you can grab.”

Dua made her way towards the kitchen to see the three of you feeding Clay so everyone was distracted. She crept over to the fridge and found the sweet potato pies that Jack loved so much and immediately took out three of them. One for herself, Jack, and 2fo.

She then tip-toed back out of the kitchen into the living room and handed the pies to both of them.

“You’re a fucking lifesaver.”

“You know what this means right?” Dua asked while eyeing Jack. 2fo was already halfway done with his pie.

“What?”

“You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you a got damn thing. You’re in my house and I’m feeding you.”

“Your wife is feeding me.”

“With groceries that I bought!”

“Not the point!”

“JACKMAN!!!”

“Oh shit, you better go. Wife is calling.” Druski piped up and looked over towards him.

“YES, MAMAS?”

“I KNOW YOU STOLE THE PIE, I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT JUST KNOW THAT I KNOW IT WAS YOU!”

“I’M INNOCENT!”

“SAVE IT! INNOCENT MY ASS!”

Dinner was finally underway, but Nicole and Danielle couldn’t help but notice that you and Curse weren’t really interacting like the two of you usually did. Nicole made a note to corner Urban later to get an explanation out of him.

“She does it again. I know you put crack in your food when you make it.” Saweetie said from across you as she was stuffing her face.

“I see no lies!” Nas said while taking a sip of his drink.

Just then Jack had reached under the table to pull out a gallon bottle of ranch and set it out on the table.

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

“Yes, my baby?”

“Where in the world did you get that?!?! And why is it on the table?”

“That’s for me to know and not for anyone else to find out.”

“Well got damn, do you need that much ranch?!” Druski asked, looking over at him in disbelief. 

“If he could turn me into a bottle of ranch, he would.” You replied while rolling your eyes.

“Nah, he’ll just pour it over you and then lick it off.” Normani added while shrugging.

“WHAT?!”

“Thanks for the idea, Normani!” Jack said while smiling at her.

“Jackman, if you so as much touch me with ranch, you won’t touch me for the rest of your life.”

“We know that’s a lie. Like you can keep your hands off him.” Megan added while rolling her eyes.

“She definitely can’t. You should have seen her this morning.” Jack said while wiggling his eyebrows. 

“NO. CUT THE SHIT AND DO NOT START. WE DON’T WANNA KNOW.” Urban exclaimed from the far side of the table where Curse was sitting next to him.

“I DO!”

“WHY DO YALL ALWAYS WANNA KNOW DURING DINNER?! DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?!” Your eyes went wide knowing what they were referring to and you immediately tried to change the subject.

“ANYWAY! MOVING ON!”

“Are you pregnant yet?!” SZA asked and you immediately got a look of disbelief on your face.

“What?!?! NO!”

“Look, all I’m saying is how you were describing what happened in the group chat a few weeks ago when you went to visit your husband, I would take a test.” Nas said while eyeing you.

“HOLD ON! Can we talk about how Nas can be in the group chat but the rest of us can’t?!”

“BAD BITCHES ONLY! WE’VE BEEN THROUGH THIS! YALL DON’T MEET THE CRITERIA!”

“What if I put on a wig?”

“Druski, we’ve already addressed that and the answer is and will always be no.”

“I’ll shave too!”

“Still won’t help. The answer is no!”

“Group chat is only for baddies.”

“Anyway, first lady has a birthday coming up! What are we doing?!?”

“I have no idea. Ask Jack, he seems to have something planned and thank goodness because I honestly forgot.”

“Oh, and we can’t forget! THE WEDDING!!!!”

“Please don’t tell me you’re wearing white. There is nothing pure about your ass.”

“Nicole, if you don’t shut the fuck up!” You said while rolling your eyes and trying to find something to throw at her. 

“I’m just saying!”

“I’m not wearing white if anyone wanted to know.”

“If you could show up in nothing, that would be great too.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

“Yes?”

“Behave yourself!”

“Aren’t you two already married?” Curse quietly asked. All of PG was shooting daggers at her except Urban.

“We are, but it was a courthouse wedding when we were 19. I promised her when we were secure that we would have a big one and it’s our five year anniversary this year.” Jack answered as you were suddenly more interested in your plate in front of you.

“That sounds nice.”

“And the fact that the two of you have been planning the wedding, on tour, doing multiple shows and appearances is just crazy to me. How did yall even find time to do it?” 2fo asked while trying to steal food from Clay’s plate who immediately smacked his hand away.

“If it’s for my wife, I’m always going to make time for it.” Jack said while looking over at you and smiling.

“Aww, smush!” You leaned over to kiss his cheek and of course he turned fire engine red. 

“Got damn it! Here they go!”

“Jack, please don’t make her cry! When yall got nominated for multiple grammy’s it took me HOURS to get her to stop.” Danielle said while looking over at you. 

“THAT’S AN EXAGGERATION! IT WASN’T HOURS!”

“It actually was. You didn’t stop crying until you fell asleep that night.”

“I’m a simp for my husband! And I have no shame! 2fo if you reach over here towards my plate one more got damn time, I’m cutting off your fingers!”

“Oh! What are we thankful for? Y/N go first!” Megan said while looking over at you.

“She’s thankful for me, duh!”

“CLAYBORN CUT THE SHIT!”

“Okay so I am thankful for my family, especially my husband.”

“And don’t we know it”

“Shut up, Urban!”

“And all of my friends of course. And being able to do what I love every single day with the best people by my side. Oh, one last thing…”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t….”

“I’m thankful for my husband’s dick and his mouth for when he goes down on me.”

“AND THERE IT FUCKING IS!”

“WHAT?!? I’M NOT GOING TO SIT UP HERE AND LIE!”

“We know that Jack is going to say ranch and his wife’s pussy.”

“And what about it?! I see no lies!”

“You two are fucking disgusting, I swear.”

“Have you seen my wife?!”

Everyone rolled their eyes and collectively yelled.

“YES!” 

Urban had then gotten up in order to get a refill on his drink when he felt a presence behind him in the kitchen.

Nicole and Danielle.

“Urban?”

“Uh yes?”

“There’s something going on with Curse and my baby cousin and you’re going to be the one to tell me exactly what that is because I know that you know and that it probably has something to do with you.”

“Umm….”

“Out with it, Wyatt!”

“I… look… they got into a little argument about something and they aren’t really talking right now.”

“And? What was the argument about?” Danielle immediately asked.

“Umm…”

“URBAN!”

“We were all out to dinner with PG and Neelam and Curse found out that I’ve had sex with Y/N. I admit it was my fault for not telling her but because she was so mad, once Curse confronted her about it, she let slip that Y/N had a miscarriage in front of everybody.”

“SHE DID WHAT?!”

“Keep your voices down!” 

“How the… I should kick your ass for not telling her and hers for airing out her business like that. We know how important it is for her to have kids and I can’t imagine how hurt she was by that.”

“We’ve just started talking and getting back to how we were before.”

“And she’s actually here? Showing her face knowing what she did?”

“Only because Y/N and Jack agreed to it. She said that she didn’t want her to feel left out.”

“I… just… Urban, come on now.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been trying to make it better as best as I can. She said she forgives me, but I know that’s something that will be in the back of her mind.”

“I can’t believe she would do that.”

“And the two of you don’t say anything. I’ll let Jack know that I told you so that he isn’t caught off guard by it, but I wouldn’t ask Y/N about it. I know my best friend and I can tell that she’s still sad about it even if she doesn’t show it.”

“Fine, we won’t say anything, but we’re going to need for you to be honest with your girlfriend and not drag my little sister into your shit, okay?”

“I got it.” 

All three of them went back into the dining room where everyone was and took their seats at the table to see that you and Jack were missing.

“Where in the world did they go?” Danielle asked while looking around.

“Knowing them, they’re probably fucking somewhere.”

“And they didn’t invite me? The audacity!” Dua chimed in while rolling her eyes.

Meanwhile the two of you were upstairs in your bedroom and Jack was making sure that you were okay since you had begun to space out a little at the dinner table.

“Baby girl? You feeling okay?” Jack asked while moving your hair out of your face. 

“I promise I’m fine. Probably just a little tired from being on my feet all day. It’s nothing, smush.”

“Are you absolutely positive? If you’re tired I want you to rest. I can make sure everything gets cleaned up and put away.”

“I’ll lay down for a few minutes and then I’ll come back downstairs.”

“You want me to stay up here with you?”

“No, babe. I’m good. I promise. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll keep my phone by me just in case you need me for anything.” Jack said while leaning down to kiss you.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

“Don’t start mamas.”

“Fine, I’ll let you go for now and we can finish this conversation later.” You said while hugging your husband and looking up at him.

“I’ll definitely make sure you finish later.”

“SMUSH!”

“What? What I say?!”

“Act accordingly please.”

“Can’t help it if my wife is fine as hell.”

“And I can’t help it if my husband is too.”

“Lay down and I’ll be back up here soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jack made sure you were comfortable under the comforter before he went back downstairs. You simply played on your phone in order to pass the time.

You had finally rested for thirty minutes before sitting up and wanting to make your way back downstairs.

You couldn’t put your finger on as to why you had been feeling so tired lately, but you attributed it to you working so much. You were happy that you finally had a break and were able to spend some much needed time with your husband.

The two of you were finally getting back to how you two were before the whole Anitta situation came into play and you were thankful for it.

But little did you know that she would be making another appearance and that she had it out for the Harlows.

It was only a matter of time before everything would come crashing down around you.

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[pandxrastars]

Love conquers all Maybe a 3rd part? Parents finding out or reader gets pregnant or something along those lines?

Like maybe reader gets “sick” and is taken to the healer and finds out she’s pregnant and everything gets revealed then?

Just a idea

love conquers all (part 3)

A/N: sorry it took me literally so long to post this school is so time consuming LOL. not proofread so i apologize for grammatical errors! part I and part II are posted!!

you open your eyes, blinking away the heavy sensation in your eyelids as you let out a quiet yawn. Behind you, you feel your mates chest pressed against your back, his arm indolently slung over your waist. his breath lightly kissed the hairs on the back of your neck. The sun luminated through the curtains and accentuated his blue-ish features.

You were about to drift back to sleep when you felt a wave of nausea overcome you, but your tried your best to ignore it thinking it was just something you had eaten, so you fell asleep. 

Your mate awoke with a stretch and a yawn. he looked over to you and was surprised when he saw your pale blue complexion, and that you were sleeping in which isn’t normal behavior from you. He crawled over you and kneeled on your side of the bed to take a closer look, you looked extremely sick. 

“my love?”

You slowly were pulled out of your sleep and gently opened your eyelids, which were 10x heavier than earlier. You sat up and turned your head towards Neteyam. a wave of worry washed over him when he got a better look at your eyes and saw how dialated your pupils were. and how dark your eyebags were.

“teyam, i really do not feel well, i feel strange” you said, voice trembling

“okay ma’yawne, come with me it will be okay” he said as he picked you up bridal style, cradling the side of your head with his hand. He quickly made his way on the path to the tsa’hiks marui pod. as he ran with you in his arms you lazily had your head in his neck, your eyesight was blurry and your were getting dizzier by the second, falling in and out of sleep almost. Once he made it to the tsa’hik he laid you down on a seaweed woven mat and waited for the tsa’hik to return. 

“do not worry my love she will be here soon, you will be okay just hang in there” he cradled your head with both of his veiny hands and slightly shook your head  a bit in an attempt to snap you out of your disassociative state. 

“what is the matter here” Ronal said as she moved the seaweed grass door covering to the side

“please help, i dont know what is wrong, she is very sick!” he said panicking

“mawey” Ronal said in a monotone voice as she moved him aside to grab her needle that was behind him. she grabbed her needle and turned around to kneel beside your limp body. with a swift flick of her wrist she poked and drew blood from your neck and licked it. she sat there, quietly, getting a thorough taste of your blood to analyze the problem.

“you are with child” she said, in a monotone voice as usual.

‘wh-...what” Your mate said quietly as he stared at the floor in utter shock.

“she is bearing a child. i assume yours” she said in a thick accent.

althought you were so sick and limp, you managed to sit up, adrenalin rushing through you. excitement. you turned your head and looked up to your mate, searching his eyes for a reaction, any emotion really.

“teyam.” you said sternly, almost demanding him to say something

he quickly kneeled and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“i am so happy. You are having my child. our child.” he released you from his grasp and rested a hand gently on your stomach, imagining how big it would grow after a few more weeks. 

“oh teyam” you said, wiping the tears that crept from the corners of your yellow eyes.

“so, what will we name him?”

“him?!”

[alicraft336]

Wish meeting alternate versions of himself & a little change to Wish.

This is just for fun, I just wanted to take a tiny break from his story and do something stupid, I've actually had this idea for a bit now and I'm happy I finally found the time to do it.

I would just like it to be known I don't actually know a lot about certain Dreamtale Au's, I like to think I know a good amount about the Original one and Evolved Identities/EI, but for the rest of them I only knew a little bit so they might act a little weird. I was previously going to add Swapdream (or as I've seen some people call him Solar) but I literally don't know ANYTHING about him.   

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Wish quietly sat in his room as he wrote something down in his diary, Fang asleep on his lap as he did so, as much as the kitsune seemed to hate him he did seem to enjoy using him as a pillow in is fox form for whatever reason.

Wish sighed before closing the brown notebook and looking out the window, he watched as the raindrops rolled down the circular window that overlooked the training ground outside. How was it raining in this place he'll probably never know, what he did know was that there was nothing to do, he didn't want to sit around and be lazy all day but with the weather like this he couldn't go out and train like he normally would. 

He carefully removed the sleeping fox from his lap as well the thin blue blanket that covered him, he was careful to not wake the fox when getting out of the window seat. He hid his diary under the cream and navy blue pillows his lower back was resting on as well the pen he was using. He made his way towards his bedroom door thinking if he couldn't train he might as well clean the house a bit while Ink is away. 

As he got closer to the door he started to feel dizzy and his head started to hurt. He stopped in place and put his right hand to his head and closed his 'eyes' for a second, when opening them again the room around him became fuzzy and he soon felt himself falling to the wooden floor. 

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When Wish came to he found himself in a white void, he sat up and looked around, but he didn't dare to stand up knowing it would be a bad idea after he had just fainted. 

"hello Wish!" a sudden voice echoed throughout the white void making Wish jump slightly, "who are you!?" he yelled "and why am I here!?" 

"calm down buddy, I'm sure you must be confused right now and I don't blame ya" the voice said "and you can just call me 'Voice' and I brought you here today to meet alternate versions of yourself"

"okay.... Voice, but may I ask why?"

"because I said so" they said

Wish sighed in defeat even though he didn't put up much of a fight to begin with, "fine" he said "who am I meeting up with first?" 

"the Original, Dream Sans!" they said, excitement in their voice, "good luck Wish!" they added

Wish silently cursed under his breath, he knew about the alternate versions of himself and his friends from his past timeline and he was fine meeting them then, but he just hoped he doesn't run into the more.... Concerning versions of himself well here. But another thought came to his mind, would they remember him? Or were their minds erased after the wish to? 

"are you all right?" a different voice asked, he turned around and saw-

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Dreamtale = Dream:

-Dream, or more specifically, the Original one. He had forgotten what he looked like before the whole 'timeline reset' so it was interesting seeing what was his past self again 

Wish nodded "yeah, I'm fine, thank you for your concern" he said as he slowly got up, silently praying he wouldn't stumble or anything among those lines. He turned to face him "your Original Dream, right?"

Dream nodded "yep, and you must be an alternate version of me?"

Wish nodded in response "yes, please call me Wish" 

Dream smiled "it's nice meeting you Wish" he said walking closer to him but stop when he felt his aura "are you sure you're all right?" he asked, concern on his face "your aura is quite negative" he added

Wish nervously laughed "well, things are a bit different in my Au" he said "it's like a Swap Au, just a... A bit more complicated" he said 

Dream took a second to process the information, his concern was gone and it was quickly replaced by worry "does that mean you ate the black apple instead of Nightmare!?"

Wish shook his head "no, I didn't, don't worry" he said 

His worry turned into sadness "so, Nightmare still ate it, didn't he?" he asked 

Wish sighed and looked away "unfortunately..." 

"are things at least a little different? Like your relationship with him, is he still, you know, him?" he asked hopeful

Wish looked back at him "I haven't spoken to or seen him since the incident, but from what Ink has told be he's exactly the same as he was in my past timeline, nothing had changed" he responded

Dream raised an 'eyebrow' "what do you mean by past time-line?" he asked 

Wish refuse to make eye contact with him "it's a very, very long story" 

"that's okay" he responded with a smile "I don't mind" 

Wish chuckled slightly "I'm sure you wouldn't, but I don't think will have enough time, and even if we did I can't tell you anything, that would go against the deal I made, even now I'm treading on thin ice" he responded

"oh... I see" he said he, his 'eyebrows' slightly furrowing "well when you are able to talk about it you can find me and I'll help you in anyway I can" he added 

Wish gave him a week smile "I'm afraid that won't be possible" he said "after I've completed my end of the deal no one will remember me and I ask of you to do the same, my problems and myself aren't things you should worry yourself about" 

"oh... I-I see" Dream said, unsure of what to think of his answer

"Ummm... Sorry to bud in on this conversation but it's time to go Dream" Voice said 

Wish nodded and looked at Dream "as I've said, please don't worry yourself about me or my problems, please focus on your own instead" he said "and, good luck, I hope one day you and your brother can be a family again" 

Dream smiled at the last part "thank you Wish, and I hope the same for you and your brother as well" he said before disappearing presumably back to his Multiverse.

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Dreamswap = Blaze: 

Wish felt his smile fall as Dream left, he was always so worried about everyone else except for himself in the past, and, he's still like that now. He wished he could have told him everything but who knows what Fang would do to him if he found out. He took a deep breath, this is all for Void, he just had to keep reminding himself of that, and that one day this would all be worth it. 

"excuse me" a new voice said making Wish turn around to face them, it was Dreamswap Dream, or Blaze as he called him, "are you all right there? You've been staring off into space for 5 minutes now" he said 

"I'm all right" Wish said "I was just thinking to myself" 

Blaze nodded "I see, very well then" he said "I was told that I would be coming here to meet an alternate version of myself and considering you're the only one here I'm assuming that would be you, correct?" he asked

Wish nodded "that would be correct, I'm Wish, you are?"  

Blaze nodded "it's a pleasure to meet you Wish, I am Dream Von Licht, leader of the Justice Reigns" he said "though you cannot call me by my real name to ensure that we do not have any mix-ups in the future so you may call me Blaze instead" 

"I will keep that in mind" Wish said 

Blaze looked Wish up and down before looking directly at him and raising an eyebrow "it's rather interesting to know an alternate version of myself can have such a negative aura" he said "how and why is that?" he asked him 

"why and am I not surprised, of course he would pick up on it and ask like Dream" Wish thought to himself, "I rather not get into it right now" he said 

Blaze nodded "I see, I will respect your privacy but one day I would like to know why that is" he said "as much as I would like to stay here and chat I have business I must attend to, if you ever find yourself in my au don't be a stranger" he said before walking away and disappearing

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Shattered:

"I have a question, Voice" Wish said

"sure, what's up?"

"how many more Dream Au's am I going to be meeting today, just out of curiosity" Wish asked

"umm... Let me see" Wish could hear them messing around with something that sounded like papers "ah, here it is, about two more to go after this one" they said "speaking of this one, I suggest you look behind you" they added 

Wish did exactly that "you've got to be kidding me" he thought as soon as he saw the golden octopus known as Shattered. Shattered gave Wish a creepy smile and waved "why hello there" he said, his voice sounding as if it was echoing throughout the white void

Wish could feel his left eye twitch, luckily it was covered by his eye-patch so Shattered couldn't see it. Wish smiled in an attempt to hide his annoyment with the negativity covered skeleton "hello" he said "it's nice meeting you, I'm Wish what's your name" 

"I'm Shattered" he said, that creepy smile never leaving his face. Shattered quickly disappeared and reappeared behind Wish "what's with the eye patch little one?" he asked causing Wish to quickly turn around to face him "do you have the same problem as me? If so, why hide it?" 

Wish backed up from him before responding "I don't have the same problem as you" he said "I just like wearing it"

Shattered huffed "you're quite a boring one you know" he said before sighing "such a shame, I thought I would have more fun messing with you. Maybe in the future I might have more luck but right now you're just boring me too much" he said before leaving

"that was.... Out of character for him..." Wish thought

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Reset Dreamtale = Reset:

Wish let out a breath that he didn't even know that he was holding, dealing with Shattered was always a stressful experience

"hey there!" someone said in his ear making him quickly turn to his left, he was met with a version of himself he hadn't seen before. They smiled at him "how ya doing?" he asked 

Wish backed up from him, uncomfortable with him being that close "I'm good... How are you?" he asked 

"I'm good!" he said "I'm Reset! What's your name?"

"I'm Wish, it's nice meeting you Reset" he said, for some reason he felt uneasy near him

Reset looked at him and blinked a few times before saying "I'm going to call you Starry instead!" 

"umm... Please don't" Wish said 

"okay Starry whatever you say!" he said with a smile, he wrapped his arm around Wish's shoulder and said "I can see you and me being great friends, Starry!" 

Wish nervously smiled and laughed "y-yeah... Great friends" 

"I'm glad you agree Starry, but unfortunately I have to go" he said with sadness in his voice. He let go of Wish and stood in front of him "I'll see you around Starry!" he said waving as he disappeared

"bye Reset... Stay safe" Wish said with an awkward smile, he felt more comfortable around Shattered than with him, he seemed to be a nice guy in all honesty but he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. 

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Evolved Identities/EI = Bright:

Wish took a deep breath, one more to go and then he could go home. He really hoped Fang didn't wake up and realize his absence or that Ink came home and went looking for him only to find out he was gone. 

He looked around the void knowing another version of himself would be there shortly, and he was right, as soon as he turned around another version of himself came into view, he was sitting on the floor and staring off into space. Wish walked over to him, it was another version of himself that he had yet to meet.

He must have heard his footsteps because he looked towards him, he looked exhausted "who are you" he asked "and why am I here" he added

Wish sat across from him, concern and worry written on his face as he saw the chains around his wrist "I'm Wish" he answered not knowing how to properly approach the situation "you are?" 

"you still didn't answer my question, why am I here" he said 

The Voice came back and answered for him "Wish is here meeting alternate versions of himself, please introduce yourself to him" 

"so it's one of these" he said under his breath, he sighed "you can call me Bright" 

Wish nodded 

"since this the last one you'll be meeting today I'll let you guys spend a little more time together. And before you say anything in protest Bright your Multiverse time has been paused for this very reason so don't worry about Midnight finding out or anything" Voice said 

Bright looked down, he didn't look to be amused at all

Wish looked around uncomfortably "ummm.... Do you want to play Go Fish or something?" Wish said, trying his best to liven up the mood

Bright looked at him "sure I guess, I have nothing left to lose" he said  

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"bye Bright, I hope to see you again" Wish said as he waved bye to him as it was time for him to go back 

"why? So we can have a rematch?" he questioned with a slight smile having beaten Wish at multiple card games 

Wish smiled and chuckled a bit "well that's one of the reasons" he said "good luck Bright, and stay safe" 

"heh, right back at ya Wish" he said before disappearing

Wish sighed, he really did hope everything turned out well for him and his family. Wish looked up and said "that was the last one right? Can I go home now?" he asked Voice 

"umm yeah.... About that... I lied..." thay said "there's one more your meeting, but I promise you it'll be really quick" 

Wish looked down and sighed, 'great..." he thought 

"ummm hello...? Where am I?" asked a new voice, Wish quickly recognized it and turned around,  he was met with none other than his past self, the one right after the wish had occurred. He looked up at him in surprise "are you me?" he asked

Wish looked away from him and nodded 

His past self ran over to him much to his surprise and asked "d-did we stop Brothers corruption from happening?" he said hopeful

Wish sighed and shook his head "no, we didn't" he said 

His younger self looked down "o-oh...I see..." he said, sadness in his voice "we're never going to get him back, are we...?" 

Wish kneeled down to his level making his younger self look at him "you didn't let me finish, it may have not worked but everything reset back to when we first broke out of the stone, to my knowledge Void doesn't know that we've escaped yet" he said "I'm going to figure out how to get him back, don't worry." 

His younger self nodded "okay" he said 

Wish stood back up "you should probably get going now, you don't want to make Void worried" he said looking down at him 

His younger self nodded with a smile "bye future me, and good luck" he said before disappearing

. 

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. . . 

Little Wish/Wishtale = Past/Dreaming Wish:

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I actually had a lot of fun with this, and it was nice being able to take a break from his story and do something with him that was stupid. I do apologize if some of the characters acted a bit off, namely Bright. 

And about the change to Wish, I think I'm going to make Wish and everyone else in his Multiverse a human, I'll still draw them as skeletons because I can't draw hair for s*it, but when I finally do figure it out the skeleton version of himself will be gone. 

FYI, Wish and Void would technically be classified as hybrids because I'll be making them half human & half monster, Fang would be a monster just with a human form, mostly everyone else would be humans but with powers and for some I haven't decided just yet.

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Credit:

-Dreamtale/Dream (made by @jokublog) 

-Dreamswap/Blaze (made by @onebizarrekai) 

-Shattered (made by @drawingerrorr)

-Reset Dreamtale/Reset (made by Pzy_Vengeance)

-Evolved Identities/Bright (made by @emi-loves-sweets) 

[i-feel-strange]

Sunshine, it's just a dream...

It was a normal morning. Well, almost... The space that was supposed to be empty was filled with something bigger than my bed. Or, to be more precise, someone. And that someone was none other than Sunny Day Jack. At least that's how he positioned himself.

His huge, compared to me, hands pressed me to his chest very tightly. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to make it hard for me to get out. I can feel his breath and heartbeat. This is strange. He's a ghost, how is that possible?

Jack muttered something unintelligible and pressed his face against the top of my head. It was so cozy and warm. And I felt...safe? His quiet snoring lulled me to sleep. When I began to finally fall back into the realm of Morpheus, I felt Jack stroking my back.

I fell asleep.

Or not?...

But my eyes are closed, there is no bed, there is no familiar smell of my room, no ... Jack. No Jack. Jack is gone... JACK IS NOT NEAR!

I quickly opened my eyes and shifted into a sitting position.

Where I am? What kind of place is it?

I was sitting on a white tiled floor in the hallway of a building. I guess it's some kind of kindergarten or something like that. The corridor was a bit narrow and the walls were high. The walls are decorated with rainbows, clouds, the sun. Grass, trees and children were drawn. Behind me was a large, red door with an exit sign above it. A little further on was the same door. From there, the sounds of music, children's cries and various kinds of noise were heard. My first thought was to turn around and get out of there as soon as possible.But hey, what could be stronger than human curiosity? I stood up and made my way towards the entrance. The sounds were getting louder. Pulling the handle, it didn't open. Crap. And I was so interested! Well, what to do? With a slight disappointment, I left the incomprehensible building. Oh ... A few meters from me stood a red thin fence. The grass was so bright green that it seemed like it was about to burn out my eyes. And the space itself seemed strange.

Behind the fence was a small slope of a green lawn, lined with trees and a road. Cars were driving along the road, about the same trend. Mostly they were Ford Escort or Oldsmobile Cutlass, well, and others. Some passers-by are dressed rather strangely.

Finally, having finished looking around, I turned around and saw a huge building in which I was. Apparently I came out of the emergency exit. Near the exit there was a sign indicating that this place is intended for smoking. Apparently for the voices that were sent here, this place was relevant.

- Yes, they fucked up already ...

- Yeah, don't talk.

“I don’t know how he copes with so many little demons.

But we also work hard!

A conversation between two men. That is, clowns. Seriously. One was in pink and swearing more than the second clown. The other was taller and had green hues, it seems he was trying to calm the second.

-Jean, I understand that you wanted more and you work hard, but the public also loves you!

-Yes, I know, I know...

The so-called Jean pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out one. He proposed to his friend, but he refused by sign. They just stood there and were silent.I thought it was a good idea to draw attention, since we were literally a few centimeters apart, which was strange.

-Hey! Can you tell me what this place is?

They didn't react at all, as if they didn't even hear my voice.

-Hey! Hello!

I softly shoved one clown in the shoulder, but my hand went through him.

Fuck what's going on?

(The idea for this post came from a screenshot from the Sunny Day Jack spin-off game where Jack asks you

-Sometimes I wonder what you dream about. Will you tell me if you dream something interesting? The text is possibly with errors, I just drove it into the first translator I came across)

[kyetalksshit]

hi y'all it's been forever since I've done a dream post but I had two nightmares last night, the first of which woke me up and had me scared to fall back asleep 🙃

My first nightmare was honestly the scarier one but also much shorter. So I'm talking to a guy who my dream self had a fling with as children. (He does not exist irl lol)

We're laughing and reminiscing and telling the story (to my mom??? I think???) and he's like omg yeah because remember I kissed you that first time? And I'm like OH Omg yeah in that dark hospital hallway right??? And he's like yeah exactly!

And suddenly that's just where we are?? In this dark abandoned hospital except we're adults now and my mom isn't there so we're just reminiscing together. It's like the memory just appeared as we remembered it. He goes "yeah remember I just - (and the like puts an arm on the wall above me and leans in like he's ABOUT to kiss me but he doesn't) went for it like this??" And there's not like tension, neither of us are trying to rekindle anything so I'm just standing there very close to this man as he leans over me and I laugh. I'm like "omg yeah! And as soon as you kissed me I ran out of the hallway and made you come with me because I was scared of the dark?" And he laughs and agrees, and then i glance to the right and there's this human sized gnome statue that I never noticed before. Blue hat, yellow shirt, white gloves, biggest creepiest smile I've ever seen and his ceramic eyes are staring right at me from the side. I see it and shuffle a little closer to dude and make the mistake of saying out loud:

"Yeah I'm more scared of the dark now than I was as a kid." Like as a general statement that can also apply here yk?

And it was like saying that gave the gnome the agency to act. Its hand moved. Dude says something else but I can't understand much anymore because of the terror I feel at this gnome but I also know if we start running it'll be worse. So I inch away (dude is no longer leaning over me) and say something back, trying to act normal. But the second I avert my eyes and look at dude and inch away, the gnome moves again, this time blocking any further movement. I'm literally in a corner and the gnome grabs my ankles. Dude runs away at my behest.

Now that we're alone, the gnome's movements are still slow and robotic but it doesn't wait for me to look away. It starts to crush me, the huge creepy smile and ceramic eyes fixed on me but not moving. It crushes my ankles, my ribs, my jaw, all slowly and one piece at a time. I switch between first and third person POV as I am slowly crushed to death, and I vividly watch my jaw break, my teeth crack and then slowly fall out of my head, and blood start to pour out of my mouth. And then in first person, I collapse and lay my head on a white car trunk (reminiscent of the piece of garbage I drove for a month irl).

And then I woke up irl and desperately tried to distract my brain with fun happy things that would be ok to dream about because I did NOT want to see that gnome again. Even now at 11am and after having a whole second elaborate and scary dream, that gnome is clear as day. 😰

The second felt like an astral games situation, I remember running through the woods a lot with my mom I think? And at some point I ended up at this castle. There's a lot of chaos, something else did try to kill me but it's a bit blurry. But then at one point I was sitting with my sister and like one or two other people (we were eating or playing a game or something, unsure) when my mom walked in. She said something about one of the guys in the castle leaving a hint that there was a body in his room and we had to listen to the song playing over the radio. Each line went down like a half octave or something and I sang along how it was supposed to go so we could hear it ourselves. The song was absolutely going down in pitch and we started freaking out and then my mom and I ran in his quarters to look for the body. The lady we saw on the floor was apparently someone related to us, my aunt or something (in dreamland, not irl) and she was sprawled out on the floor.

Just then, dude walks in while we're standing over her body freaking out and he's like why are y'all in here, etc. My mom says she's gonna tell someone and he gets violent, we're hiding and runnjng, etc. I remember multiple fights to the death with him and various people outside the castle while we all hid from him. I was like behind cars and stuff and staying hidden and far enough away to run if he saw me but close enough to see what was going on.

Atp he had morphed into looking like a coworker of mine that makes me uncomfortable. For the purpose of this post we'll use Dennis and he/him to describe this person. So Dennis has already killed somebody and is now in a super intense fight where his opponent is behind this weird thing that almost looks like a soccer goal but there are giant square holes, it's not really a net, and someone is holding it up while he stabs his sword through, trying to stab Dennis. He keeps missing though because Dennis backs away just enough each time to avoid the sword. But then someone else from the castle runs up behind Dennis and pushes him straight into the blade. Everyone cheers and we're all relieved that this violent person has finally been stopped.

Except he wasn't stopped because he seems dead for a second and then he reanimates, but monstrous this time. Like now that Dennis is out of the way (who WAS also a violent killer) this demon or whatever is in control (or that was always his truth, unclear). Anyway he reanimates and everyone scatters and screams and he goes on a rampage, but this time he traps everyone inside the castle. And he somehow just KNOWS where everyone is so I can't hide. He's got us all quaking in our boots while we do our tasks and pretend everything is fine and he's in charge and there are still bodies out front but ok.

At some point I have a friend who is a close confidant of Dennis. She starts going into town dressed as different characters to "spread the good word" and try to make allies for Dennis. Thanks to her I manage to slip outside undetected but I have to stay close enough to the castle to not trigger any alarms. I'm up in a tree and watching as she comes back day after day with reports on diplomatic relationships and stuff.

Then, since I've been working with her on it, I don a whole getup and pretend to be a nun from town visiting the castle to determine if we want to help. I look VERY convincing. One of the brute guards that actually is on Dennis' side demands to know why I look so familiar. I tell a false story about being part of the "great cleanse" (or something like that) years ago and was tortured here (implying you should feel shame for what you did, I suffered so much and I remember him being part of it). He's squinting at me and trying to disprove it and wants to know details I don't have ofc but my friend comes and sweeps me away to give me a tour of the castle.

Guard must have alerted Dennis or something because Dennis is on a RAMPAGE I mean screaming and being violent and such. I hear him coming when I'm out on the balcony and I hear him (so clearly like my coworker and looking so much that way too even in the dream I was like OMFG ITS DENNIS?!?!?!) and he's coming right toward me screaming my name. He def saw me for a second around the corner so I just take off running, which only makes him more upset. He starts chasing me and I'm trying to zip around corners so he won't see me but he keeps knowing exactly where I am, so I'm like fuck it I'm risking it, and I start jumping down to floors that are below me and eventually into the trees theirselves.

And at some point, still being actively pursued, I wake up. 😮‍💨

[suna-reversed]

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

[nikrangdan]

enhypen x short!reader

pairing: enhypen x short!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: how enhypen would react to a short reader!!! this was requested btw i hope u guys like 😁 ive written separate headcanons for sunghoon and jay before but i wrote more here anyways 😏 THERES A COUPLE CUSS WORDS IN HERE

———————

HEESEUNG:

okay lets get this straight

hes literally the tallest member in enha

and then ur the shortest in ur friend group

POWER COUPLE ⁉️⁉️⁉️

im literally crying bc when u guys are standing facing each other heeseung is just looking straight over ur head LIKE UR NOT EVEN IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT

and THIS is why he always has his arm around ur shoulder or he makes sure ur holding onto his arm or smthn

HE WANTS U TO BE WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES BC SOMETIMES HE CANT SEE U☹️☹️☹️

and when hes practicing he likes to bring u up to dance with him

like he holds ur hands and u just try to 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 with justin bieber playing in the background

“i cant dance heeseung u know this” u stare up at him

“i know just vibe to the music~”

he finds it hilarious so hes giggling the whole time u two do a little jiggy

AND THEN HE GETS ALL SOFT AND TURNS U AROUND TO BACKHUG U AND FACE THE MIRRORS and he watches u guys sway back and forth slowly to the music

he loves the height difference and hes always looking at it in mirrors

JAY:

*takes a deep breath* ... JAYYYYYY‼️‼️

he probably mentioned how short u are a couple times when you first met but i dont think he would be the type to constantly point out ur height and tease u or smthn

BUT!!!!! he loves it

alot of clothes you like are often too big for you and hes like

I Am Here To Rescue You From Distress, My Love

Ur so thankful for him!!!

he loves finding clothes for you

shirts arent a big problem its mostly the pants

AND HE LIKES BUYING U PLATFORM SHOES

he says “u look so good”

Jay ur superman 🔥

idk he just thinks ur so cute

he likes to stare at u like 🥰🥰☺️☺️

❤️_❤️

Jay has such big heart eyes for u AAAAAA

when u two are in the kitchen u arent able to reach the high cupboards

SO HE BOUGHT U A HELLO KITTY STOOL

one time he stood on it and was like “y/n look”

you literally almost broke your neck trying to see him because HE WAS SO HIGH IN THE AIR

so high u were like “u got enough oxygen up there⁉️⁉️”

and then he said “u look like an ant” and he started dying at his own joke

But he never pulled that stool stunt again bc u attacked him viciously🤗🤗🤗

JAKE:

Wait im crying already

everytime i write about jake i have to take a break

hes literally too much for my heart

Okay

HE GIGGLE.....

he GIGGLE!!!!!!!

HE GIGGLES AT EVERYTHING U DO

Hes so obsessed with u its not even funny

he probably loves u more than u love him AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE BC HES JAKE SIM

His favorite thing ever is when sit in between his legs and ur back against his chest yknow

when u guys watch movies he feeds u popcorn like that

IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR ALOT OF THEM BUT

Head Pats!!!!!

He pats ur head alot or ruffles ur hair alot

and hes just so gentle with u

Ur like his little baby >_<

HIS BIG JACKETS WAIT

Jakes big fluffy bulky jackets

he wants u to wear them

and he

he zips them up all the way and puts the hoodie over ur head

and he just dies of laughter

Ur standing there like 🧍🏻‍♂️

“its getting hot in here jake”

you tried to flick the hood off but the chunky sleeve mixed with ur short arm was not a good combination so you couldnt even raise your arm

That made jake lose it and he just fell to the floor in tears😭

but seeing him so happy made u 🥰☺️ kinda so its okay

SUNGHOON:

Hello hand holder

i say this whenever write for hoon

but this guy🤝🤝🤝

Get those hands ready yall

mmm okay

he probably calls u shorty whenever he teases u

Rude ass 🙄

ur like “😐” and hes like

“im sorry” *attacks u in a very messy and unmannered hug to the point where u fall back onto the couch and almost break ur leg*

i bet he holds stuff up in the air so u have to jump up and attempt to get it😭 so evil

but he doesnt like seeing u suffer for too long so he gives it to u after like 5 seconds 😁

he teases u alot but when ur out in public hes like Bodyguard Hoon

Hes not letting anything happen to u!!!!

once again HES HOLDING UR HAND AT ALL TIMES

one thing he says he doesnt like but we all know hes lying is when u like to jump on his back and force him to give u a piggyback ride

he just accepts it

one time u fell asleep on his back and he was like

“uh y/n”

silence

yeah he eventually plopped u on the couch which woke u up

SUNOO:

Sunoo thinks ur so adorable 💧_💧

like u two could just be sitting next to eachother watching something

and u have ur legs pulled up to ur chest and ur arms wrapped around them with ur chin on ur knees

you hear him giggling to himself

u look over like ......🤨 “what”

“nothing y/n *giggles again* ur just so cute”

ur like Staaaaawwp and u push his shoulder

and then he pushes u back

AND THEN U START FIGHTING

Play fighting ****

u guys laugh so much 😭😭

sunoo likes to talk about you alot

to everyone

literally everyone

to the boys: “omg y/n fell trying to reach the garlic LMAO”

to his mom: “y/n went up to this guy thinking it was me and pushed him it was so funny”

to his instagram: “how did y/n fit through my neighbors doggy door and why”

PLEASE when u two have arguments for fun

u go jump on the couch so u can be taller than him

and u just stare at eachother before bursting out into laughter

he loves to show u off aaaa “heres y/n” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

JUNGWON:

EXPECT TEASING AT LEAST ONCE A DAY

Please i think id cry if i was friends with jungwon (AND NI-KI)

he play too much 😫 he actually has no chill

“can u reach this y/n? or should i carry you *evil laugh*”

but besides from the teasing he adores u so much

and theres some things you arent able to do

But hes so happy to do it for you!!! he loves feeling like hes doing smthn for u

He always has this proud dad look on his face whenever u literally do ANYTHING

u could literally pick a twig off the ground and jungwon would go 😊 thats my y/n

he likes to massage ur legs when ur just chilling on ur bed or smthn

hes got one hand massaging ur legs and his other hand massaging his own legs

“i’ll make us grow taller y/n!”

“what??? you don’t need to be taller jungwon, i do!!” u snatch the hand hes using to massage his own leg and plant it right back on ur own legs

he starts laughing really hard and u think ur the president of comedy now 🔥🔥

he likes feeling tall when hes with u

but he also likes being babied 🙁🙁

Plz give him head kisses and cheek pinches

NI-KI:

This kid is literally a titan

and hes crazy

picks u up BRIDAL STYLE and starts running around the room like an animal

like WHAT ???????

he says its because you’re the only THING around and he needs the exercise

and this kid is a teaser too😫😫

“y/n can you hand me the cereal up there? oh wait you cant”

you turn around like What the hell did u just say...

yeah he got a smacking that day

NO BUT SOMETIMES HE BE TAKING THE JOKES TOO FAR AND RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS IT HES LIKE

“im just kidding i didnt mean it”

Anyways

ni-ki is also very sweet

he offers piggyback rides and makes u little gifts

one time u got a cramp from being on ur tippy toes too long

he was laughing at first but then he saw ur eyes welling up with tears and he ran to u really fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ALSO WHEN U HOLD HANDS you both always stare bc THE SIZE DIFFERENCE PLLLZZZSSMMMNXX

heres an analogy

ni-ki hands : whale :: y/n hands : seahorse

LITERALLY U CANT EVEN SEE UR HANDS ANYMORE

they just vanish into thin air and u guys think its peak comedy

“whered ur hand go y/n 💀”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Silent Treatment ~ OT7 [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.3K

PAIRING: ot7 x reader

GENRE: ot7, non! Idol, family relationship, smut, oral f recieving, female appreciation, we’re sorry sex,

A/N: I’m still not 100% there with ot7 smut, I am trying though so I hope that this is okay for you! I didn’t add too much smut as you only said a little. I hope you like it!

If someone had told you that you would be in a happy relationship with seven men, you never would have believed them. You never took yourself as someone who would be into polyamorous relationships but when you met the boys it all changed. They were kind, sweet, caring and they all loved you equally so it was no wonder you fell hard for them. Eventually moving into a huge home together and having a child. The only difficult part about that was explaining to your daughter’s teachers that she had different people going to pick her up from school. The dirty looks you would get from other people who thought your business was automatically their business when it had absolutely nothing to do with them.

“Mummy!” You snapped out of your daydream when you heard the familiar cry of your daughter’s voice. The more she grew older the more she began to look like you. Which you were thankful for. Neither you nor the boys knew which of them was the father, none of you wanted to know either. Collectively she was your child and that was the only thing that mattered.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” You questioned as you bent down to pick her up, placing her onto your hip as she began to list off everything she had been doing in class that day. You couldn’t believe she was almost seven years old, time flew by so quickly with her. 

“We did maths! I learnt how to multiply up to 10 today.” You giggled as you began heading back to the family car. It was supposed to be Yoongi’s turn picking her up today but it turned out he was busy and stuck at work. No big deal, you were mostly a stay-at-home mum and wife anyway since seven of them earnt far more than you knew what to do with.

“Are my dad’s at home?” A filthy look flew in your direction from the woman in the car beside your car. You weren’t stupid. You knew how everyone felt about your relationship with her fathers. Even the teachers in the school weren't best pleased that your daughter understood that she had more than one father. They expressed that they would rather have her know them as her uncles but who were they to tell you how to raise your daughter?

“Daddy Namjoon and Jungkook are but they’re a little busy, sweetie.” You strapped her into the back of your car, taking her book bag from her to check if she had homework to do. 

Normally it was Namjoon’s job to help with the homework, something you were trying to make happen so she knew it was okay as she grew older but not tonight. Tonight he and Jungkook were making renovations on the house so it was going to be you that helped her out.

“Okay, I’ll ask daddy Hoseok to teach me some dance moves when he comes home. We have an end of the year dance coming up and I want to ask Jaylyn and Katie to go with me.” You smiled weakly at her. The boys were all busy with their own things tonight but you nodded along, not wanting to upset her too much before you got home for the night. 

“Shall we put on some music or would you like to keep telling me about the dance?” You looked in the mirror at your daughter who pointed to the radio. One of her favourite things to do was listen to music. Something she had gotten from Yoongi. He was a radio jingle maker/ producer on the side which meant he was almost always busy with work. 

“Maybe we’ll hear daddy Yoongi’s radio jingle,” You told her with a laugh as you turned up the radio and began your drive home for the night. 

Your daughter had something from each of the boys, Yoongi’s love for music, Hoseok passion for dancing. Namjoon’s brain, Jungkook’s ability to be good at literally everything that she set her mind at. Jimin’s duality, Taehyung’s art skills and she took after Jin with her loud rambling in Korean. There was so much of them in her it was hard to believe she was only one of their children.

Once your daughter had finished her homework you allowed her to go and play while you cleaned up the house. It seemed that no matter how much you tidied up it would end up a total mess again. Clothes were strewn about on the top floor where everyone would come home and dump everything they had on. Shoes were piled up at the bottom of the stairs in front of the front door. Somewhat of a safety hazard. The floors seemed to always get dirty no matter how many times a day you cleaned them.

“What do you have planned for dinner?” Was the first question that flew from Jimin’s mouth once he entered the house. Shoes on messing up your freshly moped floors. Staring at him you almost wanted to slap him with the wet part of the mop.

“Jimin! I just moped!” You called out as you sat him leaving dirty shoe prints all over the place, seeming to have no care in the world as he made his way into the kitchen and heading into the pantry.

“Relax. It’s just a bit of mud.” He grumbled as he continued to go through the cupboards for snacks. Dropping different packets onto the floor that he didn't bother to pick up once he came out with what he wanted. 

“What did you say you had planned?” He questioned when you began cleaning up the mess he left and then began putting everything you had been using away.

“I didn’t, I don’t have anything planned.” You grumbled as you put the cleaning products away into the kitchen cupboards. Standing back up and looking over at Jimin who shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing planned?” Jungkook’s voice chimed in as he heard you speaking. By now all of the boys were home and expecting something to eat as if you were the only one that knew how to use the oven. 

“Yes, nothing planned because guess what? I’m not the only one that knows how to cook.” You snapped as you glanced at each of their faces. You hadn't meant to snap as nastily as you did but it was getting to be exhausting being the only one that cooked and cleaned everything in the home.

“You’re the only one that has nothing to do all day. You've done nothing, the least you could have done was made dinner,” As soon as the words left Jungkooks lips the air seemed to turn cold and thin. Everyone turned to stare at him as you scoffed at the statement. The only reason you didn't work was that they had convinced you that they earnt enough, there was no need to work because who would look after your daughter all day.

“I did nothing all day?” Your hand rested on your hip as you tilted your head to the side. The boys said nothing leaving Jungkook to dig himself a bigger grave.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I do nothing? So I don’t clean all day, make breakfast and lunch for you, or take our daughter to school..." Jungkook turned pale as he realised how angry he had made you. 

"I don't pick her up even though it’s everyone else's turn. I don’t do the laundry, make sure the studies are clean or go food shopping, parent and teacher meetings?” Jungkook was taken back by everything he realised you did. He had no idea that you did so much leaving them to get on with whatever they wanted to do. 

“Y/n you’re being dramatic,” Taehyung mumbled as he shook his head, to him this was all easy work. Nothing about what you had said seemed as tiring as you were making it out to be,

“You know what...I don’t even have the energy for this,” You began making your way to the door when you heard Yoongi speak out this time,

“It's not like you work a full-time job, we would help but we work more than you do.” There it was. The "you don't work but we do" line. Something you had been anticipating since the moment they told you that you didn't have to work. Looking at each of their faces you knew from the moment you saw them they agreed with Yoongi.

“So you think being a mother isn’t a full-time job? That everything I do around the house is easy? Oh, please I would love to see you fucking try it for once.” You countered,

“You’re being stupid, they didn't mean it like that." All that you heard fall from Jin's lips was that you were stupid. You stared at him mouth hanging open a little but nothing came out. You just shook your head and stormed out of the room.

Ignoring them all as you stormed up to your bedroom. Normally you would share it with one boy a night, or two if you needed the extra cuddles but right now you needed to be alone. You walked past one of the studies to find your daughter fast asleep holding her barbies. Luckily she was away for the fiasco going on downstairs so you picked her up and carried her to your room. If they saw she was with you they wouldn't bother trying to get into the bed with you. 

Days passed by and the boys barely noticed you were giving them the silent treatment. They were all so busy with their jobs that they didn't speak to you. Meanwhile, you played the role of the pretty little housewife that made everything perfect for them while they were away. The house was spotless, your daughter was at school on time and picked up at the same time. 

"Darling, go and tell your dad's that dinner is waiting for them." You told her as you set the table for eight. Making sure your daughter's spot was right at the top of the table before putting their plates down and heading up to your room. There were piles of laundry sitting on the bed waiting to be put away. 

"Daddy," She called out as she walked into the back garden. They were all working on a new wendy house for her. They were trying to make it bigger than the last one so that everyone could fit into the house for tea parties. 

"Yes, sweetie?" Jin called out as she came bounding over to him, jumping into his arms and smiling.

"Mummy told me to tell you that dinner is ready," She looked at all of them and Jungkook clapped loudly. 

"Break time!" He chuckled rubbing his hands together and heading into the house. 

The dining room was empty and only eight placemats were set at the table. 

"Where is mummy?" Namjoon questioned your daughter who was sitting in your usual spot. She simply shrugged her shoulders before eating.

"I haven't seen her much and when I do she's silent which isn't like her," Jin mumbled as he began to eat the food you'd made, everything tasted fantastic like it always did when you cooked for them. 

"I tried to speak to her this morning but she ignored me," Jungkook mumbled as he pushed food into his mouth, 

"I don't blame her, you were rude on Tuesday." Hoseok reminded him of the day of the fight. That wasn't really a fight more like a disagreement. 

"We all were." Namjoon corrected him as they continued to think back on it. 

The weekend continued on just like that. You were sending messages to the boys through your daughter using her as a messenger owl while the boys did the same back. Monday morning came around and you were standing outside the school gates with your daughter. 

"Mum?" You looked at her as you zipped up her coat, grabbing her bookbag. 

"What is it, sweetie?" You questioned as you made sure her hair was perfect and she looked good to go. 

"Are you and my daddies going to spilt up?" You looked at her and then over at the school as the bell rang. 

"No, we're just having a small fight baby that's all." You whispered as you kissed her forehead. If you tried to explain it now she'd be late for school. 

"Go, I promise we'll make up while you're at school." She began rushing off in the direction of her class and you waved goodbye until the doors completely shut and you could head home. 

Home where all of the boys were waiting for you. They had collectively decided to take the day off from work so they could get to the bottom of whatever was wrong with you.

"So what's the problem with you?" Jungkook questioned earning a slap around the back of the head from Namjoon who was trying to be the levelheaded one throughout all of this. 

"What he means to say is, why are we getting the silent treatment?" Namjoon reiterated the question but in a different manner.

"Let me see...Tuesday night ring a bell?" You questioned as you walked past them and into the kitchen. Beginning to get started with the housework when Hoseok pulled you into a tight hug from behind. Your whole body seemed to melt into his as you missed the contact from each of them. 

"We were being idiots, we were tired and irritated with our jobs and we took it out on you." He whispered in your ear as he kept his arms around your tightly never once letting go. 

"Let us make it up to you," He whispered again, his breath making your back tingle as you shook your head. Getting away from him as quickly as you could. He knew what his whispers and touching did to you. 

"You think I'm just going to forget what you said with a simple, "we were irritated?" Because that's not how it works!" You snapped at them all, glancing over all of their faces to see if they truly meant what they were saying. 

"We didn't mean for it to be so mean and we're sorry," Yoongi told you as he stepped closer to you, holding your hand and running his fingers over your knuckles.

"We know how much you do and how hard you work," Jungkook stood up from the sofa and made his way into the kitchen to look at you.

"Now, please...Let us make it up to you." Yoongi told you again as he stepped closer to you. Running his hand up and down your cheek as you relaxed into his touch. 

"None of you have actually said sorry except for Yoongi." You moved closer to Yoongi, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you giggled. 

"So maybe I should only forgive him." You looked at the boys as your lips slowly began to kiss up and down Yoongi's neck, biting down softly right at the nape of his neck. His weakest point. 

"No! We're sorry! I'm sorry." Taehyung whined out desperately as he so wanted to have your body on his. It had been so long since any of you had been together intimately it was starting to become too much to be away.

Seven apologies later and you were laid on the bed making out with Yoongi while Namjoon's hands ran down your naked body. Massaging your breasts while his mouth wrapped around the other, sucking and nibbling on your nipple as you let out small moans of pleasure. 

"L-Let me touch you," You complained as you reached out to touch Yoongi but he moved your hand away. 

"It's about you tonight and only you," Confused by what he meant you went back to kissing him. Your lips moving in sync with one another as he held your face in his hands.

Suddenly you felt Jimin's lips on your core making you cry out at the sudden contact, 

"Seems like someone has missed us almost as much as we've missed her." He chuckled as he began to slowly lick stripes up and down your folds, nibbling at your clit whenever he could.

"Jimin!" You whined out, back arching a little as he continued with the slow movements of his tongue which almost had you begging for more.

"Hmm so good," Jimin moans out as he begins to dip his tongue in and out of you. Taking his time as he slowly licks your pussy, tasting every bit of you he can get. 

"So fucking good," He growled deeply, your whole body shaking as he continued to lap up your juices. Repeatedly flicking your clit with his tongue causing you to cry out his name, hands buried in his hair as you pushed him closer to your cunt.

"Jimin right there!" You cried out as he inserted two fingers into you, curling them up as he continued to suck on your clit. 

Your whole body was on fire as you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. The curl of his fingers making you moan out, every now and again he would let out growls causing your pussy to clench around his fingers. 

"Don't take away all the fun," Yoongi pouted as he took your breast into his mouth, sucking harshly while Namjoon did the same to the other. Your head was spinning so fast you'd forgotten the other boys were in the room.

Watching as you were eaten out so carefully and lovingly.

"J-Jimin!" You warned as you could feel yourself beginning to get closer. The coil in your stomach was beginning to tighten with every bite, lick and thrust from him. 

"I-I can't-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before your orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes shutting tightly as you cried out his name. Hips bucking against his lips begging him not to stop until you rode out your high.

"My turn." Jungkook chuckled as he began to kiss up and down your body. Hands travelling down to your core as he began to rub your already sensitive clit. Each touch felt intensified from your previous orgasm. 

"J-Jungkookie," You moaned out as he kissed you sweetly, two fingers rubbing small circles into your core.

"Shh, let us take care of you tonight, it's not about us." Jin's whisper filled your ear as he began to kiss and suck on your neck. Hoseok's hands made their way to your breasts as did Taehyung's. It was going to be a long and very good day.

By the time they were finished with you, you were panting and dripping in sweat...As well as other substances. You'd finally convinced them into letting you please them. Girls couldn't have all of the fun after all. Whining out as you held onto Jin you looked up at him,

"Someone needs to go and pick our little girl up, I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a week." You laughed softly as Jin helped you into the bathroom. He'd already drawn you a hot bubble bath with a mug of hot chocolate waiting for you. 

"I'll go and get her, we can stop by the library before we come home," Namjoon said as he watched you sink into the hot water, eyes rolling back as you finally relaxed.

"I'll come too," Jungkook said as he looked at Namjoon and then at you. Making sure you were okay before they headed out to go and pick up your little girl.

"J-Jin." Your hand reached out to touch him and he turned to look at you. 

"Can you come in? I don't want to be alone." You told him, the others had all gone to wash up and you would have been alone. 

"Sure." He whispered as he stripped down, getting into the bath behind you and holding you close.

"I really love you guys," You mumbled as you closed your eyes. Listening to nothing but his heart beating against his chest.

"We love you too," He whispered as he began to slowly wash your body off carefully.

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[anaveragebibliophile]

He Comes First

Thranduil x Wife!reader x Young!Legolas 

Summary: After finding out some exciting news about your and Thranduil’s future as parents, you begin reminiscing on the all the joys and wonders that this life has given you (especially getting to see your husband excel at fatherhood). 

PART 1 

PART 2: 

https://anaveragebibliophile.tumblr.com/post/659269636241637376/cyclical-love

“Are you one-hundred percent certain, Morwen? I know you are an expert at discerning such things, but I cannot help but still feel the uncertainty reverberating through me,” you said, hands gripping your kneecaps as you awaited the healer’s response. 

“Yes, my queen. All of the signs are there: the nausea, the subsequent morning sickness, the exhaustion. I am positive that I am correct in my diagnosis.” 

“Oh, by the Valar (God),” you responded, your right hand drifting to hold your stomach protectively. “I am with child. Thranduil and I will be welcoming another elfing next fall.” 

“Yes, Queen (y/n). When the leaves begin to fall, you will be holding another blessing in your arms.” 

Walking back to your and Thran’s chambers provided ample time for rumination on this news (because the healer’s quarters were on the other side of the palace). Now, that’s not to say this contemplation was meant to curb any sentiments of regret, resentment, or anger. Not at all. In reality, you couldn’t stop a huge smile from framing your face. You couldn’t help but embrace the elation that was filling every facet of your heart, soul, and mind. Oh, this was a dream come true. 

Obviously, the topic of having another child had been discussed between you and your husband many times (usually on fireside date night with goblets of wine and lots of cuddling). And the funny thing was that the prospect had cemented itself more securely over the last few months. Having and caring for another child no longer appeared to be this unattainable desire, but, instead, it filled you and Thran with this rapture, this thrill. And why wouldn’t it really? Legolas was everything you both could have hoped for, so why not try for that relentless feeling of contentment one more time? You’d have to be asinine not to. 

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“Ada, Ada are you awake?” Legolas’ melodic voice asked, breaking through the tranquil haze you’d encompassed yourself in. 

“There is no need to fret, my little leaf. Ada is just resting his eyes. He is tired,” your husband’s deep baritone responded. 

“Of course, Ada, but that is not why I was asking. Would it be alright if I laid on your chest?” 

“You already know the answer to that, Legolas. Climb on up, iôn nîn (my son).” 

And climb on up he did, at least from what you saw through the little crack in the door. Once your little elfling’s voice alerted you to the fact that your two favorite people in all of Middle Earth were in your chambers, your immediate instinct was to rush and join in on the cuddle session that was so obviously taking place. Yet, somehow, right as you put your hand on the doorknob, it was as if your feet were tethered to the floor. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. All because you turned your head. All because of what you were bearing witness to. 

Legolas was sprawled starfish-like on his father’s chest, his little face turned into the right side of Thranduil’s neck. You could see the red, depressed sleep lines marring his face from his morning nap (where he and the pillow became great comrades). And even though that was such an adorable sight, what you saw your husband doing made joy spread through your entire heart in such a way that you thought it might implode on you. 

Sometimes your little leaf struggled to fall asleep at night. Whether it be because of a nightmare or a fear of separation from his parents no one could truly say. His insomnia was variable at best and inevitable at worst. However, regardless of the circumstances, your and Thran’s mission was to get your son some relief, no matter the cost. And you tried everything you could think of: lullabies, rocking, warm milk, literally anything that the rule book on parenting tells you to attempt, but nothing would make any impact. That is, until your husband changed the game. 

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One night in mid-winter, Legolas’ inability to sleep had reached its peak. He hadn’t been feeling well for most of the day--spending most of it snuggled with you in the sitting room or with Thranduil in his office--and by the end of the night had been sporting a pretty nasty fever. He was miserable, plain and simple. You had hoped that the illness would’ve given him the opportunity to give in to his fatigue, to barricade himself in a dream-like state. Wrong. Instead, the infection chose to create a pain in his ear that wouldn’t abate by any means. No question, it made him absolutely hysterical. 

Despite this, though, he was most at peace with your husband, the man who spent most of that day with his lips pressed in a thin, white line and his stomach in knots. All he hoped for was his son to be improving, but it didn’t seem like Valar (God) was in the mood to grant that wish. So, he did what he was best at: finding a way to take control of the situation. In this case, the problem was Legolas’ discomfort. The little guy was trying to sleep--on his side, his back, in Thran’s arms, in whatever position his brain could conjure up--but would then proceed to hold his left ear and whimper. Anything he did would cause pain to shoot through him.  

“Alright, little leaf,” Thranduil said while rocking his son in his arms for the tenth time that day, “how about we try having you rest on my chest. You might sleep better that way.” And all he got was an almost imperceptible nod from the elfling that was clenching his hand so tight. 

Moving over to the bed, he slowly settled himself in the center, making sure not to jostle his son too much. Quietly humming to Legolas, he carefully moved his right hand up and down his spinal column and left lingering kisses on his forehead. 

“There we go, iôn nîn (my son),” he said. “Hopefully this helps. Gi melin (I love you).”

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“Darling, you can come in, you know. This is your space too,” your husband’s voice articulated, a hint of mockery and teasing in his tone (all in good fun). 

Opening the door all the way, you smiled at the treasures that laid before you. One curled into his father’s chest like an armadillo. The other grinning like a fool at said armadillo. 

“My apologies, sweetheart. Once I got here, I couldn’t refrain from letting you have that special one-on-one time with him.” 

Your husband’s right cheekbone lifted up to create an off-centered smile of sorts. “How was your appointment with Morwen? Was she able to give you some herbs to aid your sickness?”

“Yes, she was. But that is not the only thing she mentioned to me. About why I am ill anyway.” 

“What else is wrong? Whatever it is, it is treatable, yes?” Thranduil queried, his voice getting higher by at least three octaves. 

“Yes, honey. It is treatable. I’ll only have to wait about six more months.”

At that, your husband paused, concentration taking over his features. You felt his brain’s agony at the mere thought of analyzing the riddle and attempting to figure it out. Every mechanism was moving to decipher the answer. 

And then it all clicked. 

“If what you say is true, then that means we are….” 

TBC 

[rynne311]

Pot & Kettle

Request: So! Could you possibly do a request with JasonxReader where reader has been working like crazy, and nonstop. And Jason isn’t happy that she’s been nonstop, and Jason notices how tired the reader looks and forces her to take a break and sleep? That sounds cute haha

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 972

Everything about you ached, from the dull pain that never seemed to go away in your feet to the headache that never really seemed to get better.  You tried to hide your discomfort, but that was more of a lie you told yourself so you wouldn't have to admit how exhausted and beat down you were and how incredibly obvious it was.

Even going inside after work felt daunting.  Yes, home was still your safehaven to relax and ignore the outside world, but being home brough its own responsibilities you didn't want to deal with.  So instead of going inside to begin to decide on what to make for dinner or to go through the bills still sitting on the table, you stood in the hallway outside your apartment door with your eyes closed and your forehead leaning against the doorframe.  It was a futile effort to make time stop, made abundantly clear when you were interrupted by a very confused looking delivery man handing you a bag of food and asking for $28.75.  You fished two twenties out of your wallet to give the delivery guy before waving him off and heading inside.  At least now you didn't have to worry about dinner.

"That was supposed to be a surprise," Jason said, hurrying over to take the bag of food from your hands, allowing you to put your keys and work bag down.

"It still was," you assured him with a soft smile. "I really didn't feel like cooking tonight."

As Jason brought the food into the kitchen and started to unload dinner, you toed off your shoes, wiggling your toes in relief.  You let that feeling wash over you before you bent down and lifted your laptop out of your bag.

"You are not seriously still working right now," Jason chided you. "You've been working doubles all week, and I'm not even sure when you last had a day off.  You're running yourself ragged and need to take some time to actually relax and take care of yourself."

"Well aren't you just the pot calling the kettle black," you retorted, finally looking up from the computer. Just as Jason opened his mouth to argue, you continued, "I may be overworked, but you don't get to lie to me that you aren't overworking yourself too.  In the last four nights alone you've bled on the couch, on the shower curtain, on the bathroom rug, on the duvet cover, on my pillow, and on my pajamas, while I was wearing them and asleep."

"In my defense, I thought I had stitched that wound up better and I didn't know I was going to bleed through the bandage," he argued.  When it came to making sure you were taking care of yourself, he never liked to be on defense. "But point taken, we both need to take a break before we kill ourselves."

You had a feeling that had been too easy.  Jason never really offered to sideline himself without somebody else really forcing it upon him.  You stared him down, pulling your lips into a thin line as you thought through just how to prod the truth out of him.

"Fine, you win," he broke down.  Even this felt too easy, but you weren't going to fight it yet.  "Bruce has me on patrol lockdown for the next week because apparently my recent injuries make me a liability, and since you need a vacation, I thought…" 

"Well at least I'm the better option to being put into a forcible house arrest," you deadpanned. You knew what you were doing, and you hated that you were letting your sour mood twist his words. "Or am I just considered a babysitter?"

"That came out wrong," Jason sputtered, desperately trying to backpedal. You started to feel a little bad watching him crumble.  The man won't flinch when he's outnumbered and outgunned, but a glare from you stops him in his tracks.

"Yeah, I'd say it did," you agreed, softening your approach. "But yes, I get your point.  Just let me send this email right now saying I need to take my personal days through the end of the week and that I will be unreachable until I come back next week."

In the years that you'd known him, you'd never seen him so excited to have to take time off of patrol.  You tried to commit that look to memory for the next time he was gone far too long on a mission with Roy and you needed something to make you smile.

As you closed your laptop, he took it from you to be placed out of sight until you actually needed it again.  You felt a little bad when you saw him wince from where one of his stitches must have started to pull again, but even that didn't seem to bother him too much.

“So, my dear kettle, what would you like to do first?” He asked, pulling your feet onto his lap and beginning to knead from the calves down.

It wasn't instant, it never was, but as he kneaded the knots and aches, the weight of the stress slowly began to lift off of you.  You let your eyes fall shut and your head roll back as you hummed in appreciation.

"Literally nothing," you finally answered.  "My dear pot, let's just eat, put on a movie, and pass out. When we wake up in the morning without an alarm we can figure out what's next."

"You read my mind."

The growing excitement in his voice told you he was really the pot to your kettle.  The world and all of its headaches will still be there in a week and all of its headaches, but for now you both could pretend there was nothing but the two of you.

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[hobbitsnapes]

YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

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Finally Home (c!Sapnap x Reader)

I let my twitter followers decide who I wrote a oneshot for, and they wanted c!Sapnap, so here it is :) Written in the span of like... Idk 2 hours?? It’s a soulmate AU where you can feel everything your soulmate feels when you get in a certain distance of them and it gets stronger the closer you get to them. I hope yall like it!!

Word count :  2,701

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There it was again. That burning sensation on the palms of your hands. You didn’t understand where it came from or why it was happening, but it hurt like hell. You wondered if it would ever stop, but you doubted it would. You knew the stories all too well but figured it would never happen to you, and slowly your fears confirmed it as all of your friends got theirs and eventually found their person. A soulmate. The way they talked about how they could feel what their soulmate felt on a physical level. They would feel light brushes against their arms or bumps when the other person would be somewhere busy. All of your friends had found their other halves years ago, explaining that when it happened there was a jolt like electricity in their bodies. After all of your friends had abandoned you, you had given up hope in ever finding your person. So you travelled. For miles and miles and miles, seeing every country, village, and kingdom your empty heart desired. You had lost everyone you loved and couldn’t even find your soulmate. 

Then it happened all too suddenly. If you had to guess, it happened when you got within range of the person, so you kept up your pace and travelled. It was an unpleasant sensation. It felt like fire all over your body. At first it was a small stinging, then the farther you travelled, the closer you got to this person, it grew. You would wake up in the middle of the night screaming because of cuts and wounds your other half would experience. You wished it was something as simple as the things your friends had gone through, but this was a nightmare. You wished you could meet this person once and for all just so you could give them a strong right hook to the jaw, then changed your mind as you remembered that you would also feel it. 

You knew by the things you were going through that this person was crazy and potentially dangerous with the amount of wounds this person was accumulating through the weeks of you travelling, so you did your best to be delicate. Whenever you would feel a new pain, you would prepare healing potions and drink them in hopes that the other person would also feel the effects. Either that or, if it didn’t feel like a gash or deep cut, you would trace your fingers over the spot gently to sooth the other person to let them know you would comfort them. What you couldn’t stand, though, was the feeling of fire dancing around your fingers. You eventually learned to tune it out and numb yourself to it, so it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was when it started, but it was still painful and annoying.

Then it stopped as suddenly as it started. For three whole days. Three. Days. After the first couple hours of the first day you started to worry. It was rare that you got a single second of rest from this crazy asshole, but three days? Part of you hoped he wasn’t dead, but the other part was happy you didn’t have to deal with scratches, bruises, and burning. But you missed it so much that you wished the burning in your palms returned. Nothing stopped you from continuing on though, even though you had no idea if you were going the right way anymore or not. You used the pain as a guide for weeks to lead you closer, but when it stopped, you lost your physical compass. Something in your heart told you that you were still heading towards them though, so you kept on, this time faster and without much sleep. You wanted to make sure this person was ok, and fast. You watched all of your friends leave you, you couldn’t have your literal soulmate leave you as well. 

When the third day ended and you were about to fall asleep, you felt it. The smallest little touch to your cheek you had ever felt. It was out of the blue and you had never felt such a touch come from the other person, so it woke you up instantly. You laid there for a moment, the stroking on your cheek so soft and faint that you wondered if it was even the person at all. Slowly, you lifted your hand to your other cheek and caressed it. The feeling on your other cheek stopped, but the feeling of a hand still stayed there. That’s when you knew it was them. They knew you would feel it, but probably weren’t expecting you to return the feeling to them. The stroking started again, so you stroked your other cheek for them as well. Then it hit you. Why had you never thought of it before? After weeks of knowing you had a soulmate out there, it just now hit you. You sat up from your bed in the little hotel you were staying at and tapped your leg. The feeling on your cheek stopped then you felt the same tap on your leg again. You smiled and pressed your hand down for a second and felt more pressure a couple seconds later. 

Then you started. At first it was a smiley face, then letters one at a time to write to the person. You asked their age first. Then you felt the pressure of the person writing back. “20”. You drew yours back, then they drew a smile to confirm they got it. You asked their name. “Nick” they wrote back. Then you wrote yours. You got as much information as you could from this small communication as possible so you could find him easier. After your small exchange, you got up, got dressed, packed your things and headed towards a location called “Dream SMP”. You had seen it on maps before, but it was so far away that you thought you would never get there. You had already crossed oceans, rivers, and mountains for this man, but now you had a new fire to feel. A fire burning so deep in you that it ignited in your eyes. You used all the money and resources you had to get there. You bought boats and horses for the days leading up to your arrival.

After over a month of travelling, you finally made it to the outside borders of what was known as the DreamSMP. The streets were full and bustling with life. Most people smiled and greeted you as a new member, fully accepting you the second you set foot on the land, others scowled or threw hateful words your way, possibly thinking you wouldn’t hear, or maybe they hoped you would so you would leave. You asked around about this person “Nick” and got an overwhelming response of happy chatter and protests of anger, so you left as politely as you could to search on your own. 

You felt like it would take forever to find this other person if all of the streets and businesses would be this crowded and overwhelming, until you came across one man standing at the edge of a river with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. His fluffy brown hair flipped up in the front and slightly waved in the breeze, the colors he wore matching his vibe completely. You approached him cautiously at first, but felt comforted by the aura he gave off. You cleared your throat quietly, so as not to startle him, and he opened his eyes slowly to greet you, the lightest shade of blue you had ever seen. He gave you a soft smile and waved you over, so you complied. 

For a second, you wondered if this was him, but you took note of his soft, clear looking skin and the lack of electricity as you neared him. When you got next to him, he pointed across the river to a very ornate village sitting on the hills surrounded by flower forests. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” You stared in awe at the mushroom buildings and statue and smiled at him. “I’ve travelled a long way to get here and passed hundreds of kingdoms, but this tops them all,” you replied. He made a noise of agreement and smiled, content with your answer. “Well, tell me, new face, how did you make your way to Kinoko Kingdom, and why are you here?” There was no malice in his voice as he asked and you could tell he was being friendly so you knew you wasn’t being standoffish. “I came to meet my soulmate,” you answered. His eyes went wide and met yours, a look of shock on his face. “Th-that’s you?!” You looked at him, furrowing your brows. How did he know? As if to read your mind, he continued. “I knew he was expecting someone, but, wow… I mean… He’s gonna want to meet you now. He literally hasn’t shut up for weeks about you.” You stammered for a second as he grabbed your hand and started running, barely giving you any reaction time to keep up with him. He was fast and energetic and you liked it. He seemed friendly and bubbly and his touch was comforting. 

He weaved in and out of streets and occasional bystanders watching the two of you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. You took it these people didn’t see many new faces, seeing as they were small in numbers. He didn’t slow down until both of you were panting in front of a giant cherry blossom tree in front of the biggest library you had seen. You could hear a loud voice echoing out of the open hole, acting as a doorway. The man next to you put a hand on your shoulder and you looked over at his grinning face. “I should explain before you get in there… My name is Karl and Sapnap, or Nick, is my fiancé. Now before you get worried, we’re in an open, poly relationship and he’s talked to me about all of this and I am 100% welcoming you into our little family.” He gave you a warm smile that reached his eyes so you knew he was being sincere. 

A booming shout broke your thoughts and you felt a pain in your toe that almost made you fall over, then loud laughter erupted. You smiled and shook off your foot as Karl motioned you inside, and that’s all you needed to run inside. The space inside was open with books lining the high walls. There was a staircase to your right, a mushroom in the far back, and a balcony above your head. There you saw him. At first he stood there laughing with the other man in front of him, not realizing you were inside, so you stared. You felt something like fire dancing across your skin lightly as you watched him with wide eyes. He was more beautiful than anyone you had ever seen. He had his jet black hair tied into a messy, low bun at the back of his head, a scar across the length of his face that went across the bridge of his nose. He had a light dusting of freckles across his rosy cheeks and the most piercing eyes. The man in front of him caught onto your stare and nudged the man, pointing down at you from their spot on the balcony. When his eyes met yours, a shiver went up your spine and your skin felt hot, like you were now encased in a cocoon of fire. For a moment you both just stared at each other, not being able to move, until you felt a pair of hands push you gently from behind.

That’s all it took to move you. You took off towards the stairs and took them two at a time as he ran to meet you on the landing. You collided into the biggest hug that knocked the wind out of your lungs and almost sent you flying backwards, but he kept you steady. Your eyes welled up for a moment and you laughed into his chest. He smelled like a campfire, fir trees, and old books. He was so warm and your body fit his so perfectly under his arms. You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a soft touch to your shoulder, a small hum coming from Karl behind you. “Thank god you’re finally here. Sapnap literally would not shut up. He always talked about how soft you were with him when he knew how hard it must have been for you. Weeks. Weeks.” Sapnap reached an arm out to punch Karl, but he dodged easily since Sapnap still hadn’t let you go. You chuckled and closed his eyes as he put his arm back over your shoulder and squeezed you closer to him. 

“I can’t believe you’re real,” he whispered into your hair. He squeezed him and smiled. “You thought I wasn’t?” He sighed and relaxed his shoulders. “I thought you would hate me. I’m so reckless and get hurt all the time. How could anyone want me if they feel what I feel?” You pulled back to look him in the eyes and you gave him the most genuine smile you had ever had on your face. “You’re stupid. Of course I would be here. And I will stay here. I’ll take care of all your bumps, scrapes, and stabs. The pain means nothing so long as I know you’re ok.” His pointed ears turn a bright red and he averts his gaze to the floor, so you bring your hand to his cheek gently. At first he flinches, but soon closes his eyes, sighs, and leans into your hand, his lip slightly quivering from such tenderness. 

“I do have one question, though.” He hums, not opening his eyes. “Why do my palms always burn? Do you just, like, constantly sit around a campfire?” He chuckles and slowly lifts his head, eyes opening to look at you. He pulls back from you slightly, keeping one arm around your waist as he watches his hand, then back to your face to watch your eyes on his hand. In an instant, his hand is surrounded by fire, the burning in your hand starting up. He must have liked the look on your face because he lets out a snort and then starts laughing, all while you stand there in awe at the power he held. “Holy shit… And… And that’s real fire? Just like that?” You look back at him and he gives you a shy smile and a nod of his head as the fire goes out. There was a sparkle in your eyes that he was absolutely enchanted by and he hoped he would get to see that for the rest of his life. You let out a small huff of amazement and smile brightly. “You are the most amazing person I have ever met,” you say quietly as you watch his features soften as he’s left speechless. 

“Oh get a room,” the guy behind Sapnap says, his voice thick with an accent and sarcasm, the sound of a smile in his words. Sapnap looks at the man and points at him, shooting off a mini fire at him. His shirt catches for a second before the man screams and smacks himself to put it out. You laugh as you watch the exchange and Sapnap looks back at you, thinking of how beautiful your laugh sounds. “Well,” Karl starts. “We have a lot to talk about! Ooooooh this is so exciting! We need to know more about you!!” He grabs both of you and pulls you down the stairs and out to the pond next to the tree out front, the sun finally setting over the hills, casting a gorgeous, fiery glow on your soulmate’s features. You couldn’t wait to see what their life was like. To kiss all of his scars and tell him how amazing he was. To run your fingers through his raven feather-looking hair. Oh how you loved this.

[yee-fxcking-haw]

•Porcelain Obsession•

Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.

A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.

Playlist

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbubhQN/

Word Count: 4,184

Part Two: Love Me Tender

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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.

Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.

An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.

He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.

As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.

That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.

During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.

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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.

You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.

Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.

The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.

Then the bell above the door jingles.

You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.

“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.

“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.

You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.

Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.

You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.

There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.

“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.

I will have her, and she’ll have me.

“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.

It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.

You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.

“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”

God, you’re so sweet.

“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.

“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.

How perfect you are, already asking for permission…

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.

“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.

“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.

“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,

He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.

You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.

Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.

“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.

“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.

“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.

I know you’re just across the street.

He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”

“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.

“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.

If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…

“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.

“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.

You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.

“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.

A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.

You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.

“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.

When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.

You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.

After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.

The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.

While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.

You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.

"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.

"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.

“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.

He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.

You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.

Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.

He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.

He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.

It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.

His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.

He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.

They’re not clean.

He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.

God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.

The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.

“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.

“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.

“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.

“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.

As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.

He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.

When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.

He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.

You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.

You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.

Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.

He should be safe.

Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.

She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.

You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.

You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.

You little fucking tease.

You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.

Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.

He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.

His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.

His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.

He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.

His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.

“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.

Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.

Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.

“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.

He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.

His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.

He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.

It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.

Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.