#NOT @ ME GOING 'ILL KEEP THIS SHORT' and then being like 'UH HOW DO THAT'

[caitvi1room]

CHERRY COLA

| NSFW , Caitlyn Kiramman , WLW |

| CW : fingering , eating out , strap on , praise , spitting , !top Caitlyn , slightly long story. |

Caitlyn and you were best friends right?

you guys have known each other for at least all of your life , basically at one point you guys lived together because of how much you went over there , and good thing her parents loved you or you guys wouldn't be as close as you were today, but today you were at her house like always , and it was gonna be a normal day? right. well not when caitlyn was wearing the red top that was slightly off of her stomach because her breast were big and the tank top was lose- ish, and those red shorts.. she looked so good. but you were her best friend nothing more why were you getting wet at just the sight of her?

Caitlyn sat down next to you on her bed with a grunt , her shirt slightly lifting so you could see her stomach , you could swear your wetness was seeping through you're pants and going straight onto her light pink sheets she had on her bed. "sooo whatcha wanna do?" she spoke in a slight sing- songy voice , making you turn your head at her. Before you knew it , your pussy was throbbing - at the sound of her thick accent , the arousal almost being painful and making you breathless. "uh.. wanna watch movie?" you said breathless , fuck - she would be an idiot if she hasn't caught on by now. "okay.. i'll put on a random show on Netflix" she spoke , doing the exact thing. Turning some show on , on Netflix while you were sat there , your wetness seeping through your panties , your pussy throbbing just thinking of her , thinking of her touching you , fucking you. You used all your will power to not pounce on her then and there. "you good? you look super distracted" she spoke.

She noticed the slight wet spot under you , as it hit her. you were horny .. wet for her. She wanted to use that to her advantage so she leaned closer and whispered in you're ear "you're wet.. you want me to finger that pretty pussy? hm?" those words alone made you let out a moan but before you could speak she moved her body down the bed , undressing you.

As you were undressed your wet, throbbing pussy was out in Caitlyns view , she looked hungry like she was gonna devour you but she wanted to teasing a little first , so she ran her middle and pointer finger over your clit doing a slight cutting motion. "you're so wet for me , its so adorable" she moved her body so her head was between your thighs , still running her fingers over your clit. "you want me so bad? you wanna see my body darling?" as she said that she heard you whimper , after that whimper she took her tank top off , revealing her breast and hard nipples.

Caitlyn rested her head back in-between your thighs kissing your pussy , her tongue coming out as she starts licking your throbbing pussy , your taste on her tongue just made her wetter herself. her tongue started moving in circles as she moved her hand down your thigh slipping one hand in your pussy , your slick pussy. "you're doing great darling but ill start off slow , go in your pace."

She moved her one finger in a slow pace, curling her finger when needed as she slipped another finger in as her tongue was still licking your wet clit making you moan and whimper , as she slipped the second finger in you let out a loud moan , Caitlyn taking that as a "I like that" making her move her fingers even faster in you. The sounds of her fingers coming in and out of you're pussy was filling the room with wet sounds , the faint smell of sweat filling the room also. "your doing so well baby , - i'm gonna keep pleasuring you okay?"

As she said that she slipped her fingers easily out of your slick pussy , removing her head from in-between your thighs and grabbing a strap - on from under the bed. She slowly put it on doing the side as she looked at you "you ready baby , are you okay?" you couldn't even let out a sound so you just did a head nod , with that she slipped the strap into your pussy , slightly thrusting with the sound of skin - on - skin filling the room , she put her fingers on your folds slightly rubbing them as they got wetter - for her. Making her even more aroused just by your noises , she leaned her head down and spit on your clit rubbing her spit into you're folds, making you moan as the strap was thrusting inside of you and she was rubbing your clit.

"good girl baby" as she said that the strap had hit your G- spot making you moan even louder , the feeling of her hand rubbing your clit and the strap in you - you could swear you seen stars as you closed your eyes letting out a low moan and your orgasm hit , cum dripping onto the strap as Caitlyn pulled out with a slight "plop" noise "oh my pretty girl.. you did so well let me take care of you" she took the strap off , licking her fingers clean as she laid down next to you on the bed. "I love you baby , you did so well."

[princessbrunette]

Baby daddy rafe being hit on everyone at the country club and reader not being able to do anything cuz they’re not together<//33

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you don’t even know why you come to this stupid place anymore.

you supposed it was to keep up appearances. you didn’t wanna be that girl that turned twenty, got pregnant and then disappeared off the radar. why should you have to live in shame of being a young parent if rafe cameron didn’t? you refused, hence why you were taking a quiet afternoon off, sitting with a glass of wine at the country club enjoying the sunshine before you’d have to return to motherhood.

you didn’t expect him to be there at the same time you were. you try it to be cool about it, because you knew you were not with him — but seeing him surrounded by a group of girls batting their lashes and twirling their hair up at him made you feel… icky. you were protective, you supposed. sure, you weren’t together but that was the father of your child. the wine gave you that little confidence boost, so you decide to go and intervene, make something up.

flattening out your sundress you totter over, briefly losing that confidence for a moment as you stand to the side, waiting for your turn to be noticed like the rest of them. when he does, he cuts the flirtatious laughter short to politely shoo them away, wandering over to you.

“hi.” you state bashfully, embarrassed that you have to take up any of his time as if he didn’t put a whole baby in your stomach.

“hey, uh… how’s my girl?” he asks, and for a brief hopeful moment you think he’s talking about you. your chest warms anyway.

“she’s good. sarah is babysitting right now.” you explain softly, finding it hard to hold the eye contact. your eyes drift over to the girls he was speaking to instead, noticing their jealous glares. rafe hums, bringing his beer bottle to his lips and taking a sip.

“‘long as she’s not letting my baby around those pogues.” he comments, displeased and your heart sinks a little. you hate when he’s disappointed. maybe your hormones were still all out of whack. “was there… something you needed from me?”

you blink up at him dumbly, conjuring up an excuse. “w— uh… i was wondering… when you wanted to see her?” you fiddle with your hands, body heating up at how ill prepared you were for this conversation. he blinks, shifting on his feet.

“do i not…come and see her every weekend? i dont…” he frowns, genuinely confused. your eyes widen as you nod.

“yeah, no — of course i was just… wondering if you wanted to see her during the week too or anything? if you maybe wanted to…come over just for a little while?” you shrug, trying to make it as casual as possible. he stares at you for a moment like he’s trying to read you before looking around.

“you— you know i’m a very busy man now and —” he starts but you cut him off, already too hurt to let him continue.

“yeah! no it’s okay i totally get it rafe. i don’t wanna impede, you’re already doing a lot and i don’t wanna ask too m—” you go to ramble politely, humiliated at the speed in which the fat tears spring to your eyes.

“hey— let me finish, alright?” he places two hands on your shoulders and you immediately shut up, blinking up at him tearfully. “what i was going to say, okay — is — is that i’m a busy man now, but… you say the word and… i’ll drop everything, yeah? whats the problem have — have you been struggling with… with the baby or, what?” he looks concerned. maybe it was fatherhood that was changing him but you could tell he genuinely gave a shit. no he wasn’t fully rid of his boyish troublesome ways but there had definitely been a shift and that was enough to relieve you. he watches the stress physically melt from your body, brow relaxing as you sigh.

“not a…problem, rafe really it’s okay i just… it can be a little lonely… and i suppose i just want her to see her parents interacting, show her that we’re okay with eachother you know? give her some healthy ideals.” you explain, but really he stopped listening after the word lonely.

“i—i didn’t know you were lonely like that, you know i… i wouldn’t let that happen… okay? i’ll come over. we’ll hang out… yeah?” one hand that was resting on your shoulder comes up to cup your cheek in emphasis and you so badly want to nuzzle into it, let him take the weight of your head. instead you just stare up with doe eyes.

“yeah.” it comes out as a whisper and he licks his lips, nodding in approval.

“alright then.”

you glance over to the glaring girls and your gaze darts downwards. “uh, i think i’m upsetting your girlfriends.” you chuckle awkwardly, going to step back. he glances over his shoulder, letting go over you before shrugging a shoulder carelessly.

“more like… god damn fan girls. those bit— uh, women won’t leave me alone.” he corrects himself, making a clear effort. “gonna go and find topper now, okay? you gonna be fine?” he takes a step back and you want him to stay but you nod anyway.

“see you, rafe.”

you have a warm feeling in your stomach when you leave the country club. you weren’t together, and only a few weeks ago you were telling people how glad you were that this was the case. but now things were different. his favouritism should have been clear due to the fact he’d knocked you up, and maybe it was pity, if that was something rafe was even capable of — but you didn’t care. rafe liked you the most.

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[eepy-samzie]

OH omg hi😳 I've been summoned. so many thoughts- i don't want this to turn into a wall of text, so I'll try to keep it short

so, I personally chose 2 (and off topic, i laughed when i saw the majority is on 4. based tbh, there was one time he threatened to tear out our heart lol)

I think the answer to this depends on the stage of MC's relationship with asmo. were they close prior to trying anything romantic? fwb? was MC attentive and interested in him beyond the face he puts on in public? things like that.

Maybe it's the amazingly written fanfiction (SPECIFICALLY "charmed, I'm sure") but I'm a secretly-insecure-hiding-true-self asmodeus truther. So keeping the relationship open as well as having an air of independence because he's afraid to truly open up to anyone besides his family is what he would do if the MC he was with immediately jumped into the romantic/sexual side of things.

If, on the other hand, MC could take time to show that despite all of asmo's "imperfections" (that he'd never admit to out loud) they'd still stay, care for and love him, as friend and lover, I'm sure he would more than happily settle down. And treat them with x10 times more affection. MC'll be cherished.

I need to settle a little debate with me and...my friend...yes.

1: Asmo would be willing to go monogamous if MC wishes

2: Asmo would reluctantly, but eventually go monogamous for MC

3: Asmo cannot handle monogamy, and it is a set boundary so if MC is unable to handle being in an open relationship, he won't try to persue them further

4: Asmo wants MC for himself, actually (yandere option)

Feel free to tell my why you picked what you did, though, keep in mind, i also have a certain opinions (that being i think Asmo would give up anything for MC, if they asked sweetly enough)

Fyi; This is just for a little experiment, to know fandom's interpretation of Asmo. No one will (or should) attack you for your opinion since obey me won't give any elaboration on this anymore after making nightbringer ok for a very young audience to play

[satin-velvet]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 ⋆ ★ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ೃ ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: you’ve been an apprentice under the great and terrible oz for awhile, trying to read the grimmerie. you’re focus on studying is faltering because of the person you expected least of all: the wizard himself.

note: i realized i had been typing all my stories in lowercase, as i usually do, but i went back and changed it to proper grammar so people are not offput by the all lowercase! part 3 of the other wizard story tonight or tmr! <3 if this plot seems a bit messy, that’s my fault! ill obviously go back and clean it up. just wanted to get something out today.

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, ill add as i go

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Moonlight poured through the large window behind you, the moon half obscured by the green curtains you had covered half the window with. A large stack of textbooks covered most available surface space, pages generously covered with notes and bookmarks. You paced the room back and forth, boots clicking on the hardwood as you mumbled the reading material to yourself in the darkness. Your wand, a beautiful gift from Madam Morrible, was gripped tightly in your free hand as you waved it around slowly. You had lost track of time, and the words were becoming barely legible at this point. Sleep seemed like too much of a luxury, not when you were on the cusp of magical proficiency. You were an all-powerful witch in the making, as so many had assured you.

“Theres great potential in you, dear. You must harness it properly.” Madame Morrible had said to you one evening. Whatever potential you had, it surely was playing hard to get. You’d tap into it soon. You closed the book with a soft thud, setting it on-top of another book near your desk. Using the moonlight for guidance, you made your way to a different stack of books. Dropping to your knees, you squinted as you read the titles on the spines. You needed something on.. well, it was hard to get your thoughts straight when your bed seemed to be calling you..

Shaking your head, you stood slowly, eyes half-lidded. A short trip to the library and back wouldn’t hurt. Then, you’d go straight to sleep. You smiled to yourself, the plan formulating in your head. Trudging your way to your door, you opened it with a light tug and stepped into the vast hallway that looked endless in the darkness. The palace was quite nice in the light, and the view was spectacular from your mini-apartment the wizard had made for you. Even better, it was a short walk from the library, and an even shorter walk from the wizard’s bedroom. He must be asleep, though you weren’t going to check.

Gently shutting your door behind you, you began walking. Your footsteps seemed louder with the echo that followed each step, and the darkness was alot colder than anticipated. The lights had been turned off, only the light streaming in from the window being able to guide you. Your hand found the wall, and you used it to keep you a little more stable. You weren’t sure how far you had gotten, but you were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Uh.. [name], is that you out here?” He asked, sleep evident in his tone.

You stopped walking, your heart skipping. “Yes, it’s me.. I need to go to the library.” You explained, willing your voice to steady. You could see him faintly in the moonlight, dressed in a silky green robe that was tied uncharacteristically loose and exposed a little of his chest. His hair was slightly ruffled, as if he had just woken up. “I need.. a few more books.”

“It’s very late. The library will be there come morning.” He assured, walking towards you.

“I just need to pick up one.. or two books, then I can have all the study materials I need for the morning.” You met him halfway, getting small whiffs of his rich cologne.

With an elegant wave of his hand, he seemed to dismiss your concerns entirely. “You should really get some rest. First thing in the morning, we can go to the library.” He placed a hand on the small of your back, and the touch, while small, still sent a shiver up your spine. There was no harm in waiting until the morning, you rationalized.

“You’ll walk me back to my room?” You muttered softly, allowing him to lead you back down the hall.

“Of course, dear.” He replied. The walk after was silent, but the quiet was more comforting than anything. The studying could wait, you supposed. What felt like seconds later, you were back at your door. Though he had removed his hand, the ghost of his touch still lingered. Perhaps it was the fatigue. Sighing, you looked back at him.

“I’ll be able to read the grimmerie soon, right?” You asked, your voice almost a whisper.

“Very soon. You’re making good.” He responded. The encouragement was nice to hear, but you still had some questions.

“How’d you do it? Did you have to study alot, too?” You didn’t know too much about how he read the grimmerie, but as his trusted apprentice, you figured you should know.

“It just.. came naturally to me. But it doesn’t for everyone.” He answered, almost too quickly. “You, however,” he gently cupped your face, “are almost there. Just be patient.”

You murmured something in agreement, completely distracted by him. Maybe it was the sleep you desperately needed, or how gentle his voice was..

“Now, goodnight. Get some rest.” He said, turning back down the hall. You watched him walk away, until you could barely see him in the darkness and his bedroom door shut behind him. You glanced at your bedroom door, reluctantly opening it and stepping inside. You sat on the edge of your bed, resting your elbows on your knees and resting your head in the palm of your hand. Your face felt warm still, and you sighed. You would feel better immediately after getting some rest, and you couldn’t be exhausted tomorrow if you were going to do more studying. You hastily removed your shoes, pulling back your plush green covers and getting under them. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you willed sleep to come to you.

🕰️ . *. ⋆ part 2 soon!

[jugsonmydick]

I don't believe that this is a kink, dude...maybe you're just a run of the mill, creepy male rapist. The loser bi chicks in your inbox believe that this is a kink, but I doubt any normal person would. I think you really ARE a dangerous male. This is reality. This is who you are. Your masturbatory fantasies confirm you to be inhuman, because all rape lovers surrender their humanity via their arousal towards stripping someone else of their body and their own right to it. Those who claim that their violent rape fantasies are simply fantasies are trying to preserve their own sanity and supposed innocence. I don't feel sympathy for you, but in that same vein, i couldn't possibly imagine what would drive someone to these fetishes and ways of thinking. Similar blogs focused on raping lesbian women also vex me, but at the same time, don't as much as yours does. The way you type is very distinct, and in a way, it sounds like you are trying to sound "dumb." Is this also a part of your fetish? Sounding like a "dumb woman" while talking about raping trans men and lesbians? Perverted trans women are the same as every other man; fathers, brothers, uncles, male friends, strangers, because they are all cabable of fetishizing rape and women's suffering. They "live" as one, but they cannot see that they are real. You want jugs on your dick, but are unable to humanize the women that you stroke your dick to. You don't see yourself as having sex with another humam being. I would not even be generous enough to say that you objectify women with what you post. You talk about women like weird animals. How does someone live this way without becoming a suicide statistic? Do you think if your mother had a glimpse into the future of her son that she would not have taken a knife to her own stomach and torn you out of her body? Have you considered that your mother, as a woman, has always been and always will be terrified of men like you? That all women are? Do you think she would have wailed in horror at the nauseating thing her son would become? It is not my intent to try and change you because I feel as though that is not my responsibility, nor is it possible, I just need to know if you are self-aware or not. You sound like an insane perverted man, and if you're not on the sex offender registry now, you will be. I understand if this ask is embarrassing, but most people would agree that you belong in a padded room. Apologies for any typos I may have made, and though this might come off as aggressive, it comes from a place of genuine curiosity, fear, a bit of disgust, frustration, but not genuine malice/ill intent. Please post this and respond! That is all I ask.

hi, uh, wow. i didnt see this till now. normally i would type out a big, thoughtful response full of lots of synapse-frying pornlingo but in this case i think it would be more frustrating for you if i kept it short and sweet and just straight up told you "hi! this made my dick hard. you should dm me so that i can turn my brain off and jerk off to your pretty face while you keep yapping off words that go in through one ear and out the other. 😇"

[hotchtits]

go on bby. talk about hotch. as much as you want ill read it all

*kisses you on the mouth sloppy style*

How I feel about this character

AAARGSHHSIDK AA AAAJDJEJ AHHHDJSJSJ

uh i mean he’s cool i guess.

no all jokes aside there are very few characters that are doing it like him.

he’s the leader of one of the most elite teams in the FBI. he’s a wet cat. he’s the epitome of traditional heterosexuality. he’s a boy kisser. he’s cold and distant. he loves his team more than anything in the world. he’s the next best profiler after gideon. he’s a massive idiot and a dork who collects coins. he’s got the skill level of a sniper/marksman. he does most of his team's paperwork so they can focus in the field. he’s no nonsense and straight laced. he seriously considered using web shooters at the FBI. he frequently catches an attitude with his boss, bigoted cops, and generally people in higher positions of power than him (and they just kind of take it). he has enough connections to get the italian government to revoke diplomatic immunity of a vatican priest. he's on a first name basis with the attorney general. he's kind of (at first) an absent father. he's a single mother of 6. he killed a man with his bare hands. he's so unbelievably gentle. he’s a white guy in a basic ass suit. he serves unprecedented levels of cunt.

what i keep coming back to is how much he cares. he cares about victims, he cares about unsubs (the ones that had justifiable reasons for being the way they are), more than anything he cares about his team.

the lengths he goes to to protect them or even just let them know he's there for them. he doesn't raise his voice, even when he's furious and when they lash out at him, he just absorbs it. aaaaaaugh. even roy, who hates his guts, he still cares about and still tries to make nice with for the sake of his son still having a grandparent in his life.

long story short i love aaron hotchner for all of his fucked up ways, big wet eyes, and self sacrificing demeanor.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

am i insane for saying the whole team? poly bau has a special place in my heart. i think he should get to have several boyfriends and several girlfriends. and his boyfriends are boyfriends and his girlfriends are girlfriends and they're all just happy.

hotch x happiness thats actually my favorite ship.

i mainly go for hotchgan, though, they make me want to rip my hair out. their push and pull, their similarities, hotch's head vs morgan's heart. kill me please.

i feel like him and rossi couldve also had a thing back in the preshow days. they give The Subway by chappell roan when he comes back in season three there is nothing casual about them.

hotchley before the divorce was so sweet :( i have such mixed feelings though because i can see how both of them would be frustrated with the other.

john blackwolf gets to be here as a treat because i think they would be absolutely destroy a buddy cop comedy thats actually a slowburn enemies to lovers. im aware this is just the plot of The Tribe.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

jessica brooks. im being so serious she stepped up in a way that very few others did. her offering to look after jack after hailey dies, staying with him when hotch gets called away, defending him against roy. also their banter is wonderful they r sooo siblings to me.

him and garcia are a very close second. obviously her and morgan are It but we gotta start putting some respect on him and garcia because

“i know you see the best in people, and i’d never want you to change that”

and the way she stayed with him when he collapsed in s9 aaarggh.

also hotchniss but as a wlw/bisexual friendship. they both agree that hotch has awful taste in men and that emily is a useless lesbian.

My unpopular opinion about this character

i mentioned this in someone else’s ask about unpopular HCs but i dont think he’s this #daddydom character in bed that people write him as. (disclaimer, headcanons are headcanons and im not bashing them, this is just what i think)

i can see him being dominant in bed (tho im a sub!hotch truther) but i dont think he’d go in for sadism or degrading or anything like that. given his childhood abuse, i cant imagine he’d enjoy hitting his partner or making them cry (even if it is consensual). in the show, he's very overtly gentle, especially with the people he loves.

i also dont think he’d enjoy a big age gap relationship with a subordinate either (i also see this being floated around). my man is a stickler for the rules and if theres a fraternization policy, i doubt he’d break it. im aware i sound like a massive hypocrite bc i ship him w the team but im mainly talking about x reader pairings here.

i was actually gonna put a different headcanon here but i saw a stepdad!hotch x reader fic and i,,, just,,, no. again write whatever you want but he Would Not Fucking Do That lmao.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

PISSED BEYOND BELIEF WE NEVER GOT AN “AARON” EPISODE

i guess 100 was kind of in the same vein but Reid got both “Revelations” and “Spencer” so i think we deserved an “Aaron”

for the love of god expand on his backstory. he was sent off to boarding school, he was a lawyer, a federal prosecutor, he was on SWAT, he's an accomplished sniper, he was with the BAU for something like 8 years before the show started i think. where is he finding the time for this?

[lxshoxk]

Hello! It seems I like men in skirts and thigh-high stockings. Who do you think would look better like that in the One Piece universe?

YESSSSSSSSSS!!! Omg this has to be one of the best asks that has ever been sent to me. I'm LIVING.

And, I have...many thoughts. So...so many thoughts. To be quite honest, I think a lot of men from the One Piece universe would eat a skirt right the fuck UP.

I think we both know I'd have some favorite contenders...which, *cough* kid pirates *cough*. If we're counting Kilts it's over for me. Kid hands down--I already KNOW how good he looks in one of those and i'd kill to see him in a mini skirt and thigh-highs. Another very obvious contender (for me) is Wire. I meaaaaann, those little shorts are one step away from a mini skirt in my eyes and he already wears thigh-high fishnets. Please ~

Honestly, I think any of the Kid Pirates men could realistically pull off a skirt. Id throw heat in for good measure too but ill stick with three pictures since thats how many can fit side by side.

But the possibilities here?!

Kalgara's outfit is also like...one step away from being a skirt with thigh-highs and I would NOT mind if he just turned those pants right into them becuase he is FINE. Meanwhile, Wyper just needs to throw on some stockings. Come on.

Hawkins. Cabaji. Laffitte? LAFFITTE. Ideo. Vigaro. Just look at their fashion in general? I feel like not only would they look good but they would all style it WELL. The obvious Izou?? Get out of that kimono pleaseeeeeee let me see them legs 😩

Crap. I think Imma hve to reign myself in here. Cause this post is getting long and I am realizing I could uh...I could go ON. Maybe this is my call to actually do those anatomy studies i just keep putting off cause 👀

Thank you so much for this ask it was so fun! I'm not sure what you were expecting but I hope this satisfies. Oh CRAP! I forgot that when I first saw this I started drawing you a picture for it!! It's wire in a skirt but im not happy with the arm pose but....I still want to finish it but I'll post the wip here cause I'm too impatient and want to answer this now:

and yes i absolutely drew the elmo meme thing explicitly to respond to this.

[inamagicalhallucination]

who knows when ill finish this artist!atsushixmuse!akutagawa fic but here's the background kunichuuzai in three parts

1.

pathetic wet cat (dazai): so~ whats up???

cat being yelled at (atsushi): wut makes u think somethings up

pathetic wet cat: atsushi kun

cat being yelled at: okay fine

cat being yelled at: u know ur friend? the red head– not oda-san. hte one witht eh hat

pathetic wet cat: typing…

Atsushi waited. The typing… did not go away. He waited more. And yet, Dazai-san was still typing. He sighed, leaving the chat to see if he’d missed a notification from an unknown number. He hadn’t.

He pulled up his chat with Dazai-san again. He was still typing.

cat being yelled at: dazai-san… 

pathetic wet cat: typing…

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pathetic wet cat: that slug is NOT my friend and i am astonished disgusted and repulsed that u could betray me by suggesting that atsushi kun. why r u even asking? u should keep away fromt he slug. In fact we should get a restraining order before his slug germs infect u. Also his hat is ugly and stupid. And he’s short and weird and you should stay away from short and weird ppl.

cat being yelled at: oh

cat being yelled at: kay?

cat being yelled at: um i just needed a model to draw

pathetic wet cat: and u chose the SLUG?????????????/

cat being yelled at: well it ws the first person i thoguht of!!! I mean i asked someone else but idk if thatll come through so i wanted to have a back up

pathetic wet cat: and u chose the SLUG???????

cat being yelled at: well sure. hes pretty

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI NO

pathetic wet cat: ATSUSHI HOW COULD U BETRAY ME LIKE THIS. 

pathetic wet cat: MY OWN FELSH AND BLOOD

pathetic wet cat: CALLING THE UGLY DOG PRETTY??? 

pathetic wet cat: I NEED TO TAKE YUO TO A DOCTOR 

pathetic wet cat: I NEED TO TAKE U TO THERAPY pathetic wet cat: typing…

Atsushi sighed. Then he pulled up his chat with Kunikida-san.

dead poets: kunikida-san!!

keating: What is it that you need, Atsushi?

dead poets: u know that red head with the hat??? dazai-san’s not-friend???

keating: Are you referring to Nakahara?

dead poets: i think so!!

keating: What do you need him for?

dead poets: i need a model for an art class!! I have someone else im asking but i wanted to have a back up!!

keating: I see.

keating: If your current model falls through, let me know immediately. I will reach out to Nakahara-san on your behalf.

dead poets: THANK YOU!!

Atsushi then checked back on Dazia-san.

pathetic wet cat: AND I HAVE EXPEIREICNED BETRAYAL BEFORE BUT TO THINK IT CAEM FRMO UYO!!

cat being yelled at: nvrmind dazai-san!!!!

///

2.

Atsushi took a sip of his tea. Maybe Junichiro was right. Maybe he needed to man up and ask Akutagawa out for real, other than holding out the hope that he’d just Know. And give Atsushi a preferably positive response on his own. He took another sip, sighing sadly. 

“I know my tea was perfect,” came a voice, “so whats up with you?”

Atsushi’s head snapped up. Soft red hair, gracefully falling over one shoulder, and brown-blue eyes met his. Atsushi blinked. The man blinked back.

“Na-nakahara-san?” Atsushi ventured. Nakahara-san grinned, pulling the seat across from Atsushi and sitting on it.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, “you’re that shitty mackerel's brat, huh?”

“Uh,” Atsushi thought back to if he knew any fish, “I don’t think so?”

“Really?” Now Nakahara looked confused. “Just the other day, that bandage wearing freak bombarded my phone with pictures of your art.”

“Wh-what?” Atsushi paused. Bandage wearing freak? “A-are you by any chance talking about Dazai-san?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Another pause. “He showed you my art?”

“Yeah.”

Atsushi felt his face heat up and couldn’t stop the smile spreading. He knew Dazai-san supported him; after all, Dazai-san had shown him nothing else. But still, to hear it like this.

He covered his face with his palms; still, showing his art like that…

Dazai-san was so embarrassing.

“O-oh.”

“So why are you moping around?”

“Oh-oh I wouldn’t wanna bore you.”

“Nah, I’m not bored,” Nakahara-san said. “In fact, Id be more bored if you didn’t say anything.” He looked around the cafe, “it’s a slow day.”

//

3.

“Sometimes,” Kunikida said, “you have to take a chance.”

“I don’t know,” Atsushi mumbled, feeling pathetic. “I tried. It didn’t work.”

“Try again,” Kunikida said. Like it was easy.

“Is it that easy?”

“No,” Kunikida-san replied, fixing his glasses. “It’s hard. Sometimes you don’t know what to say. Sometimes, you say everything you can, but the other person doesn’t know how to reply. Sometimes, it ends up working out but now you’re stuck with two morons who keep on stealing your blanket and shirts and act like they’re going through their third divorce. Except they are not. And you know this because you are currently engaged in a relationship with the two of them. Though you question your sanity and—”

“---uh,” Atsushi interrupted, lost, “what–what?”

Kunikida stopped, suddenly seemingly realizing he was going on a bit of a tangent. A very confusing tangent. He cleared his throat.

“Anyway,” he said, “the point is that’s it’s not easy. But it’s worht it.”

“Even if… he steals my shirts and makes me question my sanity?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” Kunikida replied.

“Um… right.”

“I’m serious,” Kunikida-san said. “It’s hard. Sometimes it’s overwhelming. But it’s worth it. Would it be worth it to you? That’s what you have to ask yourself. Imagine all the mildly annoying, downright infuriating moments. And then ask if it’s worth it.”

“This all feels very negative.”

“Maybe, but it works. Dazai’s a pain in the ass. Sometimes I daydream of throttling him,”

“Um…”

Kunikida continued as if Atsushi hadn’t madea  sound, “but in the end, that bastards mine. And I enjoy that.”

“Uh,”

“And Nakahara’s a real piece of work too. Honestly, I feel my sanity chip away slowly, day by day. But is it worth it? Yes.”

“Um, uh. Okay?”

[merlyybird]

Could I ask for Vector being sick for a writing request?

"You really think it's that bad?" Vector could speak again now that the thermometer was out, but his voice still had a shortness to it due to his stuffy nose. "Come on, Espio. It's just a common cold. You don't need to do all this."

Espio peered at the reading on the thermometer. "Well, you're still running a fever, but it's gone down. That's a good sign." He turned it off and set it on the bedside table. "Another day of rest and I'm sure you'll feel better."

"What??" Vector sat up in bed a little. "No, hang on. Read it again. Maybe it was just a trick of the light or---" He froze in the middle of his sentence with a scrunched-up look on his face. "Ahh...aaahhh---" He reached for a tissue and brought it to his nose. "---CHOO!"  The tissue fluttered as he blew into it. He lowered it and sniffed. "...I feel fine."

"Vector," Espio raised an eyebrow and held out one hand, prompting Vector to lay down again. "Don't debate this with me. You don't need to work right now, you need rest."

Vector sighed and slouched back against his pillow. "...Ah, darn it." He dropped his dirty tissue in the nearby trash can and flopped his arm over his forehead. "Why'd this stupid bug have to get me today? Couldn't it have waited a week?"

"That's not really how illnesses work," said Espio.

"I know that! It's just...we've got such a packed schedule. I was supposed to interview two different clients, do research on our case, go to the grocery store---"

"All of those things will still happen." Espio brought a hand to his chest. "I'll take care of it."

Vector sat up again to stare at him. "Really?" He tilted his head forward. "You sure you can handle it?"

"Of course."

"And you're sure you can keep him outta trouble?"

Vector gestured toward the doorway, where Charmy had just entered, flying, carrying a very full cup of water.

"Here you go!" He rushed forward a little too fast and water sloshed right onto the floor. "Whoops---!"

"Charmy, careful!" Espio ducked as Charmy swooped over him. Some of the water splashed onto his head, and he froze for a second before slowly wiping it from his eyes. He stood up. "...I'm getting some paper towels."

Espio left the room while Charmy set what remained of the water on the bedside table, next to the thermometer. "There." He landed on the floor and looked up at Vector with big eyes.

Vector sighed, smiled, and gave Charmy a pat on the head. "Thanks." He raised a playful eyebrow. "So how come you zoomed in here like that? It's not a race, kiddo. You just made a mess."

"Yeah, but Espio said you needed water right now, so I did it really fast," Charmy beamed proudly, then tilted his head. "Do you need anything else? I can get it!"

"Uhhh, I'm good for now. Thanks, bud."

Espio walked back into the room with a roll of paper towels under his arm. He began to tear them off one by one and drape them over the puddles of spilled water on the floor.

Vector watched Espio with a knowing smile. "Already more than you bargained for, huh?"

Espio gathered up the soaked paper towels in one arm, got to his feet, and seemingly refused to make eye contact with Vector---he was trying a little too hard to seem cool and aloof. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "No. This is all very feasible. See? I just solved that problem. I can solve more." He opened his eyes and pointed at Vector. "Don't get up."

"Don't worry, Vector. We're gonna take good care of you." Charmy gave him a pat on the arm, then leaned in and looked at him pointedly. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

Vector glanced at Espio, who shrugged, then smiled politely back down at Charmy. "Uh...I guess I'm kinda hungry?"

"Oooh, okay! We have a can of noodle soup left, don't we? Don't we??" Charmy took to the air again. "Be right back!"

He zipped past Espio, out the doorway, and had to skid to a halt in the air before turning down the hall.

Espio and Vector both watched him go. Espio waited until he was out of earshot to turn back towards Vector with a concerned expression on his face. He pointed awkwardly back toward the doorway with his thumb. "I should..."

"Yeah, you should go help him," Vector laughed. Espio moved to leave.

"Hey," Vector said, prompting Espio to wait. Vector smiled at him. "...You got this. You're a capable guy, I just...hate to leave you hangin'."

Espio's eyes brightened, and his stance loosened a little---this was how Vector could tell he was happy. "Thank you," muttered Espio, "You deserve a day off." He gave Vector a single nod. "I won't let you down."

With that, he left the room. Vector settled into bed and closed his eyes with a contented sigh.

As much as he hated being down for the count, at least he could rest easy knowing Espio would handle everything, just for a day. Including whatever mess Charmy was about to make in the kitchen.

[note: i used this kinda like a short story/scene warmup prompt! i very much enjoy putting the chaotix in a mundane situation]

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Give Him A Chance (Hannibal)

Description: Alana wants Hannibal and Y/N together but Y/N isn’t fond of him.

Word Count: 1,126

Request:

Hi,

could I request a Hannibal fanfic, where Alana or Beverly are the readers best friend and they trie to set her up with Hannibal, even though she dislikes him? Hannibal also takes an interest in her, bit she keeps refusing. After multiple tries and a lot of convincing from Alana/Beverly,she finally gives in and starts dating him. (Maybe it get‘s steamy in the end with smut?)

“No, are you kidding me? Why the hell would I go out with him?” Y/N asked her best friend. She chuckled and shrugged, “You guys would be so cute together.” Alana tells her as they walk to work. Truth be told Alana knew that Hannibal had a thing for her best friend and wanted to make it work. But Y/N was stubborn and didn’t like Hannibal. “Will is right ya know?” Y/N said to her as they walked into the building. Alana rolled her eyes and nudged her. “Yeah whatever.” Hannibal waited for Y/N with flowers like Alana told him too. He’s been wanting to ask her out for awhile but with Alana’s help he would actually do it.

Alana waved at Hannibal and Y/N glared but wondered who the flowers were for. “These are for you.” He said, giving Y/N the flowers. They were her favorite kind of flowers. She looked at Alana who refused to make eye contact with her. “Thanks.” She said but not truly grateful for the gesture. “So I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?” He asked her. Her face kept the blank stare that she had when she saw him. “Uh no thanks.” She said and walked away before anything else could be said. Alana’s jaw dropped and Hannibal’s eyebrows raised. “Wow.” He said and Alana laughed awkwardly. “She uh she’s just shy.” She lied to Hannibal. She felt bad for the guy but she promised him that Y/N didn’t hate him. Y/N walked with the flowers to her office and sat them down. She stared at them for a few minutes but shook her head and got back to work. 

As Y/N was leaving she saw Alana storming up to her. “Girl what the fuck?” Y/N looked at her confused. “You were supposed to say yes.” She exclaimed. “No I wasn’t.” Y/N told her. “Why won’t you?” “I don’t like him, especially like that.” She told Alana. Alana sighed and Y/N turned to her. “Why do you care so much?” “Cuz I know deep down inside you have some feelings for him that aren’t hate.” Y/N shook head. “You sound ridiculous.” Hannibal happened to be leaving at the same time they were and Alana saw him.

She called his name causing Y/N to roll her eyes. He looked back at the two girls and smiled. Alana took Y/N’s hand and ran up to him. Y/N protested but it was ignored as the reached him. “Y/N I am very sorry that I did that earlier. I was not aware that you had ill feelings towards me.” He said. “It’s okay. I never was going to tell you to your face.” She shrugged. Alana looked at her in shock and Hannibal laughed. “Y/N that is so mean.” Alana told her. Y/N looked at her, “You want me to lie?” “You don’t have to say that.”

“It is quite alright. I just am very sorry for whatever I did to make you feel that way.” Y/N looked at him, “If you don’t know what you did why are you apologizing?” Alana rolled her eyes. “Well I had to have done something to offend you.” He said. “Are you saying that you are a likeable person until you offend somebody?” She thought he was being egotistical. “How do you know that I just don’t like you for you?” She asked. He stared at her amused by her choosing of words. “I guess I don’t.” He said, ending the conversation. 

Alana was annoyed to say the least. She knew deep down inside that Y/N didn’t truly hate Hannibal like she says she does. She needed to fix whatever it was going on between them. So she needed to do the cliche lock them in a room together. “Hannibal.” She called to the man. He turned towards her and smiled. “Hello Alana.” He greeted. “I need you to grab me something from the supply closet as I am too short.” She said, “Even with the heels.” He joked making her roll her eyes. He followed her to the supply closet and as he entered it she quickly shut the door. “Alana what?” “I’ll be right back.” She tells him and goes to find Y/N.

Y/N was in her office when her friend came running in. “Y/N!” She exclaimed. Y/N looked at her, “yes?” “Come quick.” She said and ran out of the office. Y/N sighed but followed her. They both ran to the supply closet that Hannibal was locked in. “What?” “There’s a spider and I can’t kill it.” Y/N looked at her and sighed. She unlocked the door and opened it just to be pushed in by Alana. “Hey.” Y/N yelled as Alana locked her in the room. “Of course she does this.” Hannibal says startling Y/N. “Alana let me the fuck out!” She yells banging on the door.

“Not until you guys talk.” She yells back. Y/N sighed in defeat. “She’s right though. We really should talk.” Hannibal says. Y/N looks at him, “what would I have to say to you?” She asked him. “Why do you hate me so much?” “Hate is a strong word.” Y/N points out. “Ok why do you dislike me so much?” He asked. Y/N ignored him and looked around for something to pry the door open with. “Y/N?” “I’m looking for something to get us out of here.” He sighed.

“Can you just look at me?” He asked, she looked at him annoyed. “What?” She asked. “Why do you have an issue with me?” He asked. She shook her head and sighed. “Why do you keep asking me out?” She asked. Of course she ignored his question. “Maybe I find you attractive.” He says. She looks at him, “Ok but I have shown that I’m not into you like that.” She said. “It might be the only way we get out of this.” He tells her. She sighed knowing that Alana wouldn’t let them out until Y/N agreed to go on a date with him. “Is that what you want?” She yelled to Alana who was on the other side of the door. “It’s what I want.” Hannibal tells her.

“Fine. I’ll go out with you.” She exclaimed. She heard Alana cheer on the other side of the door but was too distracted by Hannibal’s smirk. “You can let us out now.” Hannibal yelled and the door unlocked. Alana opened it with a smile, “I was honestly hoping you guys would take advantage of this and make out.” Y/N gave her a weird look and walked out of the closet. “We will.” Hannibal says. Y/N looked back at him with a glare but deep down she liked the sound of that. 

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ IN THE DARK ♥︎

+ warnings: established relationships (not mentioned, js for ref), semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving) (sanji), kitchen sex (sanji), sanji calls you pet names (love, princess, doll, baby, mon amour), fingering (both), sex on the deck (zoro), zoro calls you baby, ooc zoro (hes so sweet in this but we NEED sweet tender zoro)

+ ft: sanji and zoro (separate)

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: i love sanji and zoro so much mmmm <3 so late night sex w them hehe

also for sanji's part, you're referred to as '-swan', just because thats how it sounds when he pronounces san (Im assuming?? unless hes genuinly saying swan idk) so yea

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

♥︎ vinsmoke sanji

it was late at night, and you couldn't sleep due to you're throbbing headache. you didnt want to wake up the crew, so you carefully snuck out into the kitchen. you got a pot ready to make yourself some tea, hoping it would at least help to ease the ache.

little did you know, you woke up sanji.

"y/n-swan, what has you up at this hour?? you should be sleeping, love." the blonde looked at you, concerned. he comes over, applying a hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "is everything alright?"

"yea, just couldn't sleep. my head's just bothering me a bit, nothing huge." you respond, looking at the tea pot, deciding if you wanted to have tea or something else to soothe your headache. "sorry 'bout waking ya up."

"no, no, never be sorry, i was already up." he reassures you, holding your hand.

you nod, dumping out the water. tea didn't sound good right now, you needed something faster.

"looking for something to ease it?" sanji ask, a small smirk creeping across his face.

"yea, do we have anything?" you ask, rummaging the cabinets.

"no, not really, but i do know some things that could help, doll~" he replies, the words falling from his mouth like sugar. you had an idea of what he was entailing, yet you wanted to hear him say it directly.

"yea? 'nd what would that be?"

"well- uh- i could, and its completely hypothetical, like only if you're okay with it, but uhhh-" he stutters, clearly flustered. you cross your arms, waiting for him to spit it out.

"i could eat ya out? ill treat you so good, y/n-swan, just your pleasure. trust me?" he practically pleaded, and how could you say no to such a sweetie?

and thats how you ended up propped on the counter, legs spread as sanji laps at your pussy. he enjoyed, loved it so much, it felt like a drug to him. his lips suck at your sensitive bud, two of his slender fingers curling up into your soaked hole.

you never had a man as talented or pleased as him. he moaned every time you tightened your grip on his hair, his voice vibrating against your cunt.

"baby, please, cum for me." he mumbles against your lips, before fucking you with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit.

"sanji, fuck, im close" you mutter, your legs trying to close, but being restricted by his arms holding you down.

sanji takes it as an invitation to get closer, his whole face practically in between your legs as he draws an orgasm from you. he drinks up every drop, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up at you.

"you taste divine, mon amour~" sanji states, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"now please, go rest up, y/n-swan. you need some rest." he replies, helping you up. "i love you" he whispers, kissing your head, before walking you to your room after dressing you.

♥︎ roronoa zoro

fuck. you rise out of your bed after what felt like endless hours of tossing and turning. you couldn't sleep. not with the dull headache keeping you wide awake.

it was zoro's turn to keep watch, so you figured you would go visit him. and pray he wasn't drunk.

you walked out to the deck, and noticed zoro leaned against the railing. approaching him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to suddenly turn around. "oh, its just you. hey."

"hi."

"what's up?" he ask, before taking in your figure. the shorts and bra combo seemed to shock him, as he turned back towards the sea.

"i just have a headache, and couldn't sleep." you reply, hugging his waist. "can i just sit here with you?"

zoro nods, before turning to face you again. "anythin' i can do to help?"

"mmm, not really. unless you have something stress relieving."

"well, its quite vacant here. and it's been a while since it's just been you and me."

"are you suggesting sex?"

zoro nods, before planting a kiss to your lips gently. "whatcha say?"

your nod was all the confirmation he needed. he gently laid you down on the deck, before removing your shorts and undergarments.

"already wet, baby? i didnt know you were thinking of this" he teases softly.

"it was an idea" you mumble, before his fingers find their way to your clit and trace it once. you moan softly, groaning as he slowly inserts a digit and curls it in you.

he slides another finger in, curling it in unison with the other.

"fuckkk, zoro" you groan, as he presses a kiss to your head. his other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing in time with his curls and thrust.

he feels you tighten around him, before inserting a third finger. you moan a soft string of incomprehensible nonsese, before cumming onto his thick fingers.

"you did so good, baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "feelin better?"

you nod, cuddling up to him. "can i stay here for the night?"

"sure" he replies, holding you against his chest as you let sleep claim you.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[lucidlivi]

Chosen For Pleasure (XIV)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

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I hid a quote in here from one of my favorite tv shows, besides supernatural of course... see if you can catch it! If you can, let's be best friends!

gun violence and mental illness talk at the end of this chapter, please read with caution if it is triggering to you in any way.... if you are struggling with mental health, please reach out! I love you and I'm happy you're here!

"is this really necessary?" I asked Jensen, my eyes befalling the large man in a suit standing next to him.

"yes, until they catch Riley, I'm not risking your safety... besides Mark's a professional, he knows how to be discreet, you won't even know he's around." Jensen said kissing my cheek.

I highly doubt that.

A big burley security man following my every movement.... yeah they'll never see him coming.

I sighed deeply, knowing I'd never be able to talk Jensen out of it.

I stood on my tippy toes connecting his lips with mine. It was a short brief kiss, but it was all I needed to get my heart racing.

"I should go, don't want to be late for my first day as Chief Editor." I said leaning in to Jensen's warm embrace.

"I'll pick you up after work, we have some things to discuss."

"things to discuss, what sort of things?"

"you never answered my question." Jensen smirks knowingly before departing.

It's been a hectic few days, my mind has been on overload. I'm lucky I even remembered to put pants on today. Of course I haven't been able to think about Jensen's proposition of moving in with him yet. I definitely needed to talk to Stella first.

"Mark." I said nodding my head at the tall man.

Mark starts to follow me in to the building quietly.

"who's the big dude?" Stella says as soon as we get inside.

I let out a sigh, so much for being discreet.

I roll my eyes as my coworkers glance at Mark, who's right on my tail.

"Mark.." I answer shrugging my shoulders.

I walked past everyone, going to my new office. I was surprised to see it was completely different than the last time I had been in here.

"I uh redecorated, I thought it would help ya know, so you didn't think about it." Stella said from the doorway.

I looked around the spacious office, every trace of Gray had been erased.

"I love you Stell." I said, a tear in my eye.

I engulfed my best friend in a hug. We stood in each other’s embrace, smiling.

"Sooo do I have to call you Ms. (L/N) now?"

"Oh god please don’t!" I laughed.

I took a deep breath, a comfortable silence fell between us.

"this is crazy right, I mean your life has done a complete three sixty."

I let Stella's words sink in, she was completely right. A few months ago if you'd told me this would be my life, I would've laughed in your face.

"it totally has... sometimes I don't even know how to keep up." I admitted glancing at Mark who stood outside my office like a soldier.

"okay what's up with Mark?" Stella giggled looking at the large man.

"I'm afraid Jensen insists, just until they catch Riley."

"ah yes, the crazy."

"Stella, she's not crazy, she's mentally ill."

I could see Stella noticeably roll her eyes.

"why are you defending her, she literally wants to hurt you (y/n/n)!"

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as her words sunk in.

I didn't know what Riley's intentions were, but from the damage done to my car, I gathered that we wouldn't be talking over a cup of coffee anytime soon.

"I’m sorry, I know things have been crazy for you, and I just want you to know that I'm here, to listen, to talk, to eat our feelings away with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream... whatever you need." Stella said giving me a warm smile.

"Jensen asked me to move in with him." I blurted out, the thought weighing heavily on my mind.

"oh my gosh, that's great!" Stella squealed.

"it is?" I question, surprised by her reaction.

"it is if that's what you want?" Stella questions.

I look at the pretty brunette sitting in front of me. I didn't know what I did to deserve her friendship some days.

"I really love him Stella." I whispered.

"then you should do it."

"but I'll miss you.."

"please, you can't get rid of me that easily.."

I engulfed my friend in another hug, squeezing her tightly.

"am I interrupting something?"

I let go of Stella to see David, the owner of the magazine standing in the doorway.

"no, I’m sorry sir." I said smiling.

"just wanted to see how you were settling in, and ask if you made any progress on finding me some new voices?"

I smiled widely at Stella.

"yes sir, in fact this is one right here! Stella is the best journalist we have." I said pushing Stella forward.

Stella nervously smiled at him.

"Stella is it, well why don't we go have a talk then?" David said reaching out a hand for her to shake.

I beamed with pride as I watched them leave the office to settle in the conference room.

I could never repay Stella for how much she does for me, but this was a start.

I heard the office phone start to ring, snapping me out of my daze.

"Ms. (L/N)" I answered.

I heard Jensen chuckle on the other end.

"Ms. (L/N), sounds incredibly sexy when you say it." Jensen purred.

"oh please, I thought I was going to come undone, the first day you said my name." I shot back.

"I was just calling to see how your first day as chief editor is going?"

I felt the smile grace my face.

"good actually, it's kind of making me nervous.." I said picking my nails.

"why is it making you nervous?"

"have you ever heard the term regression to the mean?"

"no.." Jensen said sounding confused.

“It means that life can’t ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually, things have to come back to the middle.”

"I'm not understanding baby."

"I mean that everything's been okay lately, you know, we're okay, the jobs okay, Stella and I are okay.. the middle."

"so you mean things are about to get really good.." Jensen started

"or really bad." I finished cutting him off.

"sweetheart I think this whole Riley thing has you worked up, everything will be fine, okay, nothing is going to happen." Jensen reassured.

He was probably right. I mean this whole Riley situation did have me pretty worked up.

I just felt it was something more though, like there was something looming over us and I just couldn't figure out what it was.

It could've been my conversation with Elle too. I couldn't get her words out of my head... I just want to know who my competition is.

What did that even mean?

Was she going to try to steal Jensen away from me?

I guess it would be steal Jensen back, considering she had him first.

I didn't realize how quiet I was until I heard Jensen's smooth voice through the speaker.

"baby talk to me, what's going through your mind?"

"I think you're right, I'm just a little overwhelmed, I guess Mark wasn't such a bad thing." I said staring at the man who hasn't moved from the entrance of my office.

"see I told you..." Jensen said in a teasing tone.

"I don't have to take him everywhere do I? He's not coming home with me!"

I heard Jensen's hearty laugh boom through the speaker.

"he's definitely NOT going home with you.. he's just for when I can't be with you to protect you."

"my hero.." I swooned.

Jensen laughed again.

"I miss you already." I whispered.

"oh god I sound so needy." I added quickly.

"I miss you too.."

"so I uh talked to Stella about your proposition." I said biting my thumb nail.

"oh yeah? and how did that go?"

"good.." I answered being vague in my answer purposely.

"and do you have an answer for me?"

"yeah..." I whispered not being able to fight the smile on my face.

"well get on with it then, c'mon woman you're killing me here." Jensen whined.

"I mean, I'll have to get some things from the apartment." I said.

"so that's a yes?"

"yes Jensen, I'll move in with you."

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"Are you going home? I'm going to grab some things and stay at Jensen's tonight." I told Stella as we gathered our things, the end of our day approaching.

"No, Matt's taking me out to dinner to celebrate my new promotion, thanks for that by the way! I can't believe I'm the new lead journalist!" Stella squealed making me smile.

"I didn't do anything, that was all you."

"Still, I couldn't have gotten it without you putting in a word to David for me."

"It's the least I could do, you do so much for me."

Stella wrapped her arms around me squeezing me tightly for the third time this day.

I've been so caught up in all things Jensen that I realized I really missed my friend, and I was so lucky to have her in my corner.

"woah, that's my woman."

Stella let go, throwing a look to Jensen who now stood in the doorway to my office. I didn’t see Mark anymore, Jensen must have dismissed him.

"nice office..." Jensen admired.

"I redecorated, thank you very much." Stella piped up.

"so when I need any redecorating done, I'll know who to call." Jensen smirked.

Stella glanced at her phone quickly before meeting my eyes again.

"I think Matt's here, I'll see you soon.." Stella said squeezing my hand before going over to Jensen.

"Jensen, take care of her... if you don't I'll chop your dick off." Stella threatened.

"Stella!" I exclaimed mortified.

Jensen just laughed in response.

"You have my word Stella, I mean I would kind of like to keep my dick." Jensen said making me roll my eyes at the pair.

"see you tomorrow." Stella said with a final wave.

Jensen smiled at her shaking his head. He came over to me wrapping me in a hug.

“she’s something..” Jensen laughed.

“you have no idea… are you ready to go home?” I asked cocking my eyebrow.

“as long as I’m with you I am home.” Jensen said.

I rolled my eyes at his line.

“that was incredibly cheesy.” I laughed.

“I thought it was romantic… even a little bit?” Jensen pouted.

“okay just a little bit.”

Jensen smiled, leaning down to pull me in for a kiss. I took a shaky breath as he connected our lips. I felt electricity pulsating through my skin as his lips moved on mine.

“I love you.” He said as he pulled away.

“I love you more.” I whispered.

Jensen gave me another quick peck.

“Impossible.”

Jensen grabbed my bag with one hand, grasping mine with other, as he led us out of the office. Cole stood by the car waiting with an open door.

“Ms. (L/N).” Cole nodded as I slid in.

“You really need to give him a break..” I said laughing at Jensen.

“Cole doesn’t need a break, do ya Cole?”

“no Mr. Ackles.”

“Cole you can be honest I know this one’s a lot to deal with.” I said smacking Jensen’s chest playfully.

“between you and me ma’am.” Cole started giving Jensen a smirk.

I laughed at Jensen’s flustered expression.

Cole pulled up to our apartment, quickly getting out so he could open my door. Jensen shuffled out after me. As soon as we stepped out of the car, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out checking the caller ID.

“It’s Jared.”

“you can take it.. I’m just going to grab some toiletries and a couple outfits, I’ll be right back.” I said kissing his cheek.

Jensen offered me a grateful smile as he answered his phone.

I unlocked the door, before grabbing our mail and going inside. I would have to remember to reroute my mail to the new address. I threw the mail on the counter, wanting to pack my things before I went through it.

I grabbed my overnight bag throwing articles of clothing in it before going to our bathroom. I made sure to grab my toothbrush, hairbrush and the other essentials. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror breathing a deep sigh.

I was really doing this.

I threw the rest of my stuff in my bag, zipping it up and walking back in to the kitchen. I set my bag down grabbing the mail to sift through it.

I turned around, feeling my blood run cold.

It was her.

Riley.

I gasped at the sight of her dropping the mail.

I didn’t know how she got in, the door was still locked.

I could see from the look on her face that she was distressed. I was afraid, but I wouldn’t let her see. I needed to remain calm.

“Riley… uh Jensen’s right outside, we could go see him.” I hesitantly said, holding my hands out so she could see I meant her no harm.

I shuddered as she pulled a gun from her pocket.

“I came to see you.”

I shivered, her voice was haunting, like she was in grave pain. I didn’t take my eyes off the gun she held to her side.

“okay..” I breathed.

“Jensen told me what happened Riley, I know you’re in a lot of pain, and I’m so sorry.. Jensen talks about you still, he cares about you.” I said trying to diffuse the situation.

I flinched as a warning shot rang out. I could feel the breath getting caught in my chest as I feared for my life.

“DON’T LIE!” Riley yelled, bringing the gun up so it was now pointed directly at me.

“just tell me what you have that I don’t.” she cried.

“nothing Riley, I’m nothing.” I pleaded.

“but he kisses you, and sleeps in your bed.” Riley said.

I felt the color drain from my face.

“how do you know that?”

“I saw you, I watched you… I know you love him but I do too.” Riley said eerily calm.

I thought back to the night when Jensen slept over. I thought I had seen someone but chalked it up to my imagination playing tricks on me… but now I know it was her watching us.

“Riley why don’t you put the gun down.” I begged trying to maintain my composure.

“you don’t even know him, what he likes, you don’t give him what he wants, he’s just pretending with you and he’ll get tired of pretending!” Riley growled.

Suddenly Jensen burst in the door followed by Cole.

Riley didn’t move the gun from me.

I could see the fear in Jensen’s eyes as he glanced at me.

“Riley..”

Jensen pointed at himself, asking Riley to turn the gun on him. Riley glanced between me and Jensen before turning the gun his way.

“Jensen don’t.” I cried, letting a few tears slip out.

Jensen held his hand out quieting me.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me Riley.” Jensen said, taking a step closer to her.

Riley breathed a heavy sigh as Jensen reached out wrapping his hand around the barrel of the gun. He yanked it out of her hands, switching the safety on, and putting it in his pocket.

“come here.” Jensen said reaching his arms out.

Riley collapsed in his arms crying. Jensen held her stroking her hair.

“Cole get (y/n) out of here, take her back home.” Jensen said.

Cole took a step towards me, but I took a step back.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I said not wanting to leave Jensen alone.

“(y/n) for once just do what I ask!” Jensen snapped.

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks as I grabbed Cole’s hand allowing him to lead me outside to the car. He opened the door gesturing for me to get in.

I dropped his hand stepping away from the car. I gave Cole a look, and started to walk down the street.

“Ms. (L/N) please.”

“stop it Cole.” I growled walking away.

I didn’t know where I was going, I just had to get away. I felt the tears staining my cheeks as I walked.

It was too much.

It was all too much.

for once just do what I ask..

he’s just pretending with you, and he’ll get tired of pretending..

I covered my ears trying to drown out the loud voices that were screaming at me.

I collapsed on the sidewalk, bringing my knees to my chest and sobbing.

this is what I meant.

regression to the mean..

Author Note:

I’m sorry for breaking your hearts again! Part fifteen will reveal a lot, so make sure you stick around to find out! If you liked this part please indicate so with a heart, comment, reblog, or a follow! It really is motivating! I appreciate you all!

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Liv

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black butler emerald witch arc episode 1 thoughts

spoilers for the entirety of the arc, ive read the manga. ill try to keep it a bit more vague but be warned for major spoilers. seriously.

here she is

mastering german except it doesnt even help him 😭to be fair i wouldnt be any better

i like the opening

i find the design choice interesting. it like. reminds me of like paper and like you have depth between them and i dont really know what its called but its still just paper no matter how pretty or elegant or complicated and could be knocked down is the impression i got. like. like kind of a facade. am i pushing this idea too much? like it looks pretty but it doesnt look real.

ngl this story makes me sick 😭 not because of it itself but because of what it means

if you look closely you can actually see the room its in

hello tall-sized tanaka

'you-know-who' 💀 ngl i think i mightve forgotten who but at the same time i have an idea of who it might be. a lot of arcs in black butler for me there are like foreshadowing or things mentioned earlier that i just dont notice until it shows the big reveal so i just dont remember it 😭 so tbh rewatching with this knowledge helps

not them having them actually speak in german (though it is necessary considering its how the scene went with ciel being like ????? what are they saying)

wonder how its gonna go in dubbed versions though

i remember in like book of murder theres a part where they speak a different language right? and then i saw someone listen to the en dub and get so utterly confused because they just burst into another language and nothing is explaining what theyre actually saying 😭

i know its not the greatest to listen to en dub on first watch of something considering captions where are you who are you wtf is your name what is going on what did you say?? but in the end its really just a preference thing. like idk i struggle with telling what people are saying without captions but im sure some people are better at hearing. its just uh i dont really think that'll help when they burst into an entirely different language 💀

ngl the impression is p good

if i turn off captions it still shows the japanese. but then in other dubs i dont think that changes? i mean id hope it would but if it were that simple id think itd be in book of murder

at least sebastian tells ciel at the end so if its just utter confusion on what hes saying then we'll get like a summarized version

I LOVE YOU

"No human can summon one of us unless they are prepared to offer their soul in exchange for their wish. Some of us have been known to appear on a whim, though."

"Are you..."

"Am I what?"

"Never mind."

hm

tbh find it kinda funny everyones just normal sized then theres tanaka

did they have her introduce herself in german and then in japanese (or [any other language for dubbed versions probably])? huh

WOLFRAM actually lmao 'are there no men here?' *man appears*

lmao she tugs his hair

'oi, shorty' 😭 now whose the one who has to be carried between the two of us

okay well thats kind of a low blow 💀

ciels like ????

actually here its more clear than ever its like paper

ARE THOSE HIS PARENTS

... do you think he used to do this with his son 😭

i love them so much. theyre such family.

actually wtf do you call this? like a skirt that lengthens around the back but open in the front except not really a skirt since you wear either pants or shorts since it doesnt entirely cover that part ? or does it count as a skirt even when its kind of more like an add on to the pants?

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My Mascot //Tendou Satori

Chapter One: Dumb Eagle

Summery: Tendou's life has always been surrounded by volleyballs, nets, and the squeaky shoes of sweaty men. Tendou loves it, always has and always will. But what happens something, or someone, interferes.

•Warnings(?)

Tendou has sensitive/ fragile hands, clumsy reader, antisocial reader, my first fic (thats a warning), UBER short reader

•Word Count: 935

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"Lets go, Ushijima! Ushijima! Ushijima!"

Usually the cheering of the crowd doesn't get to me. But today it seems everything's pissing me off today. Especially because the coach decided to bench me last minute before the game.

Maybe entirely because I've been benched last minute before the game. All because i forgot my finger tape.

"It's dangerous." "You could hurt yourself."

Since when did they care!? Put me in!

Put me in. Put me in. Put me in! Put me in!!

"Nice kill! Ushijima! Ushijima! Ushijima!"

Its the first break already. Wakatoshi approached me, somehow keeping his stoic facade even being sweaty and out of breath.

"Are you still benched?" Wakatoshi asked me, as everything in this gym has been, it only irked me more.

"Yes! Coach put me in i swear i wont get hurt!" I tried pleading the coach again.

"I know how sensitive your hands are Tendou. You'll definitely get hurt."

"Wait why's he bench again?" Goshiki wiped his face from sweat. Being benched was so last minute no one knew why.

"I forgot my stupid tape thats why! I don't need it, put me in!"

"Wait you forgot your tape? I have some." Goshiki, my sweet Goshiki.

"Really? Where is it? Its in your bag right? Can i borrow it? Ill buy you a bun! Where is it Goshiki?" I pressed Goshiki to for an answer, anything to be put in.

"Uh yeah, i think i left it in the changing room though." I was quick on my feet, if i get it before the end of the break i can play.

"Hurry it up Tendou." The coach yelled after me, but i was already halfway out the gym.

I made it to the locker room in no time, the sweaty stench never got to me, i bet if it was cleaned a thousand times it'd still smell like ass but i dont care. Now to find the tape.

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Im bolting down the hall, they should seriously put the changing rooms closer to the gym, if im late I won't be put into the ga-

"Ah!" I stumbled back, i bumped into something in my rush, i didn't even see anything.

"Im so sorry, I wasn't looking where i was-" i looked down at the small figure i had knocked down.

An eagle?

Y/n's Pov

Shit.

I took a small nap to regain my energy before i go out and be around other people again. Apparently small naps aren't so small.

If schools not exhausting enough i also have to take an extracurricular if i want to graduate. All the clubs are boring and being around other people have never been my forte. This whole extracurricular thing is stupid i just wanna graduate. But if i need something quick and easy, mascot it is.

Im not sure if i should be thankful i took my costume home or not. I took it back to my dorm so thats i can clean it and make it smell less of other people's socks. But now im running all the way to the gym in a bulky eagle outfit.

The games already started, everyone might me mad at me. All i had to do is show up, jump around excitedly and leave, but i couldn't even do that.

I put my helmet on as i neared the gym. It makes it a bit hard to se but It's just on the right-

"Ah!" I fell back to the ground as i bumped into something.

"Im so sorry, I wasn't looking where i was-"

I guess i bumped into someone as they started rambling an apology, but he suddenly went quiet. The contact knocked my helmet over so i couldn't see a thing.

"No no, it's okay, my helmet makes it hard to see." I pawed at my large helmet, trying to figure out how to fix it. A hand suddenly scooping itself under my arm and lifting me to my feet.

"Your our mascot! Man i forgot we had one." He turned my helmet turned to my face, shifting it to make it comfortable.

I could see him.

Sort of.

A tall, lanky, sort of frayed figure. He was wearing a uniform, i could make out that much, maybe he was on the team.

"Shouldn't you be at the game." He asked me, taking in the sight of my costume.

"Um, shouldn't you?" I questioned back. He froze, suddenly bolting off down the hall.

"Crap the game! I forgot about the game!" He yelled as he ran down the hall. I guess i should follow him.

Tendou's Pov

The game, i totally forgot about the game! Im gonna be late and i won't be put in, no theres only a minute left, i can make it.

Well. I made it.

I jumped onto the court, overcomed with excitement.

"Here.. I.. am!!!" I hoped to my teammates.

"About time. Almost thought we were gonna play without you."

"Yeah, i ran into-"

The crowed suddenly roared with cheers. I turned behind me, it was the mascot girl from earlier. She finally showed up.

She galloped in and jumped around, waving to the crowd. Thats all she's doing, she must not be really into this.

"We have a mascot? I forgot." Goshiki said as we all watched her jump around.

"No one would wear the costume, guess it's too embarrassing."

She continued to gallop and jump down the gym, jumping into a bench and completely falling over it.

"..Yea that is embarrassing." Ohira deadpanned, watching the mascot pick herself up. "That's some dumb eagle."

"Yeah.. dumb."

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A/n: I skimmed through this a bit, does that count as proofreading?? I hope to continue writing this so lets hope i have the energy to do so🙏

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* walk in after the some explosive dynamite was set on *

Dang uh hello, Yes yes I want to request, can i get some Dan heng jing yuan seperate,or maybe both if you want.and i don't know if you do this but Male reader??? Yeah i just wanted to see gay couple :O, Reader when they get hurt like really really hurt, blood on their forehead and Like brushe and Something ect, but reader was not bother at all like the pain is not there.. And yet they keep fighting and doesn't mind the Pain And i wanted to see how they react :)

Okay I'mma heading out there's some things that i have to do see ya Sunshine ☀️

* walk out of the room *

It's Nothing

dan heng, jing yuan x male reader

summary: you're fighting alongside them when, suddenly, the enemy hits a weak spot and severely injures you. how will they react when you keep fighting despite your injuries?

warning: injuries (obviously), petnames (my dear/dearest, my darling), physical touch, maybe ooc(?) (i still haven't started the xianzhou luofu but im getting there i swear,,, jing yuan is so so so hot i need to see him soon or ill cry,,,)

He always feared that something like this might happen.

He watched, eyes widening, as you were slashed across your forehead, the wound cutting deep and making you bleed. This was dangerous. Negative thoughts filled his mind, all of them racing, going by at the speed of light. He had to finish the enemies off for you. He had to protect you from any further harm. He had to get you to a healer, and soon. He had to-

"Is that all you got?" Your words snapped him out of his frenzy. You readied your weapon once more. Wait, you couldn't possibly be trying to continue fighting despite your current state, could you? There was no way you were in any shape to keep going.

"Step back, dearest. You can't keep fighting like this," Dan Heng tried warning you, but to no avail. "Don't worry, I promise I can handle this," you said, glancing at him for a brief moment before turning your attention back to the enemy before you. "I really don't think you should-" Dan Heng's words were cut short by you charging at an enemy, slashing it and finishing it off. Before Dan Heng could protest any further, you were already striking the final villain, beating it relentlessly until it finally perished.

You wore a proud grin and marched back to your boyfriend's side. "See? Told ya I could handle-" Suddenly, a coughing fit overtook you, causing you to grab onto Dan Heng for support. Worriedly, he pat your back in an attempt to help you stop.

"Let's get you to a healer, quickly," Dan Heng said as he swiftly picked you up and carried you. "I- *cough* I don't need-" "Yes, you do. Now, stop being so stubborn and let's get out of here. And don't pull any stunts like that again," Dan Heng lectured you.

"Please, promise me you won't put yourself in danger like that again."

Well, he certainly didn't expect this.

Jing Yuan knew how strong you were, which was precisely why he asked for you to accompany him into this battle. However, it seemed as though he had underestimated the strength of the enemies, for one of them had caught you off guard and slashed through your side, greatly wounding you. He had to get you out of here, and fast.

"My dear, I think it would be best if you left the rest of this for me to handle," he called out to you. However, you stood your ground. "I'm not giving up that easily!" You yelled as you charged at an enemy, killing it. While Jing Yuan certainly admired your courage, he couldn't help but worry the longer your wound bled out.

"Darling, please, allow me to handle this! You are seriously injured!" He shouted, hoping you would listen, though it was a futile attempt. You readied your weapon. "I'm not backing dow- Ugh! " You grunted in pain as you were suddenly hit in the chest, the force of it sending you flying backwards until you hit the ground.

Before you could retort any further, Jing Yuan stepped in front of you, defending you from any further assault. With just a few slashes, he finished off the remaining villains before returning to your side, worry visible in his features. "You need to see a medic immediately," he said, carefully picking you up so that he could carry you.

"Please, my darling, never do something like that again."

a/n: aND WITH THAT WE HAVE OFFICIALLY CLEARED OUT THE INBOX WOAH HOLY SHTI ok anyways i plan on maybe hosting one of them fancy events like them other fancy fanfic writers to celebrate the growth of this blog wooooo tho it might be a bit before that happens but be on the lookout for when it does if u want to maybe,,,,, anyways star rail men are so hot,,, star rail men my beloved,,, also himeko i love himeko,,, and kafka,,, anyways bYE

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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 6

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter six

Toby got home that night, realizing what he had done to his hands on the way home. They were chewed, bloody. Most of the blood was dry, but it wasn't hard to wash off.

Toby found some old pairs of winter gloves, they were black. He cut the tips of the fingers off, pulling them onto his hands to hide his scarred skin. He mostly wore jackets and flannels so the gloves wouldn't stand out as much. He really didn't want to be bandaged up again.

Lyra came opening his door, looking at him wide eyed. "What's up? I had an odd feeling just now."

"Eh? Oh, I'm fine, just- sitting, yep." he shrugged, tugging his hands into the creases of his elbows.

"Wait, Lyra, I have to ask, why was dad so mad yesterday?" he spoke, now thinking about how his head was healing. A white strip of gauze wrapped around his forehead halfway.

Lyra came in and sat down on his bed, hopping a little as she did so, making the bed bounce. "I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you. I quit my job, and well now we don't have much income."

Toby looked down slightly, kinda upset too. "heh..let me guess, dad did-didn't like that because you we-were the only one making money?"

She nodded. "I couldn't handle the drama, I wasn't getting promoted, I was only getting yelled at, work used to be my only escape from the verbal assault but I just didn't feel safe there." Lyra explained. This made Toby wonder, was Lyra skipping school? She never talked about it.

"You're still going to school right?" Toby asked. This earned a guilty side eye from the blonde girl. "Look- don't tell mom and dad okay? It was just too overwhelming and i had to work and- and-"

Toby grabbed her hand with a weak smile. "it's safe w-with me, why would i tell them? I know how dad would react, and mom would nev-never see the end of it." He looked down, a few facial tics leaving him.

"Let's go somewhere." Lyra randomly suggested. "Anywhere, for a drive, walk, even running doesn't sound so bad, I bet I can beat you in a race." She winked childishly. Despite being five years older than Toby, Lyra was a rather playful person. She was just overall chaotic. All she wanted to do was to make her brother laugh, see him smile. He never smiled much, or when he did it was an awkward smirk.

"Nuh uh, i-im way faster than you, believe it." Toby responded, taking on her challenge.

Lyra laughed stupidly and got up, lightning the mood. "Get your shoes on." She left the room quickly.

Toby got up and pulled on his old converses, they were all dirty and worn out from wearing them for so long. Toby followed the girl who disappeared into her room.

Lyra was putting her hair into a loose ponytail. She had bangs that fell perfectly above her eyes, and side tails that were just too short to fit into the ponytail. Her hair was thick and naturally a yellow blonde color. It was rather messy too, a family trait. She pulled on her own pair of plain white converses. Despite being white, they were still in way better shape than Toby's. Her style was pretty casual for their time, baggy jeans, band T-shirts with flannels or other sweaters layered over. They did live in a colder area so thicker and warmer clothes dominated their wardrobe. Plus the family's poor income only allowed them to mostly thrift all of their things, and stick to the same pair of shoes for years.

It's a good thing they never really grow out of old clothes. Both of the siblings being underweight and pretty malnourished. Lyra keeps Toby in check by doing things like they are now, exercising, without knowing it. Lyra and Toby honestly just liked being active. Staying inside all day was a bummer, and so what if it was 50 degrees out, they weren't going to suffice being bored to death all day.

School or work was the only reason they left the house, sometimes it was good to get out.

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