#Rushed this out as soon as I heard today was his b-day

[prismagirlart]

Birthday? Yeah, I saw that in a TV show once…

[kromeihl]

I love you and this idea!!! Wanna read a fic of him on wattpad?

-> https://www.wattpad.com/story/372279946?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=kromeihl

Reqs are open ;)

REVEALED

-> KENJI SATO x READER

WARNING(s): NOT PROOFREAD.

[Name]’s phone rings, Kenji glancing at it as they both were seated on his couch. You were staying at Kenji’s place for a while, he needed help with a baby kaiju, and you were the only friend he had.

You answered the phone, keeping your voice quiet so it wouldn’t disturb him. Kenji noticed how you moved your body away from him, why did you have to? Was the phone call that much of a secret to keep away from him? He sighs, looking back at the drink he held. Yes, the one he judged, saying it tasted like fart.

“Right, I’ll see you right now. I’m free, let’s eat?” His ears perk up at your voice, he was about to look but he didn’t, just so you wouldn’t think of making your voice more quiet. He decided to eavesdrop a bit more, it wouldn’t hurt, right?

“I know, I don’t say this a lot but, I love you. Stay safe, I’ll be there.”

You finally ended the call, starting to get up. Kenji couldn’t understand right now, who was that? You said the three golden words to someone on the phone, and he doesn’t know who it was. Yeah, he takes it back, eavesdropping hurt this time.

He watches as you face him, his eyes wide open but he snaps off from the state of shock as you speak, your voice he loves hearing so much. “Kenji, I’ll be going out for a while, I’ll be back soon!” You say, rushing to the glass elevator. He stares in confusion, why were you such in a hurry?

“Mina.” He calls out, his robotic friend floats all the way to him. “Yes, Ken?” She replies, “Can you keep an eye on her? I need to go out.” Kenji glances at the baby kaiju which was sleeping. Mina nods at his request, telling him not to worry.

…

I arrive at 5/6/7, noticing the man that called me a while ago, seated from not so far. I walk to him, sitting at his side. “I missed you, brother. I’m glad you decided to come back to Japan.” You spoke up first, him glancing at you. “I missed you, too. Have you been doing well? Has someone been taking care of you?” He asked, making you smile softly. “Ever heard of a guy named Kenji Sato?”

Kenji was on his way to the convenience store, he followed you from afar. He finally arrived, walking over to the nearby shelves where your table was located.

“Kenji? Hilarious!” The man laughed, to him it sounded like he was mocking him, THE Kenji Sato.

“I can’t last a day with him.” You laugh back. Kenji stood there frozen, unable to move or speak, he felt his heart break at the sight of you and the other man laugh about him. Was this the feeling.. of betrayal and heartbreak?

He silently walks away, eyes still wide and heart beating fast as he exits the convenience store.

“Seriously? That sounds mean.” Your brother giggled, “No, no, I meant I can’t last a day with him not being by my side, he’s the best.” You continue, your laughter dying down. Your brother gave a small, soft smile. “I appreciate this Kenji Sato guy, I’m glad he makes you feel special.

…

“Kenji, I’m home!” I call out, not hearing anything but silence. I close the door behind me, walking towards the couch. “He is in his room, sleeping.” I could hear Mina’s voice echo through the room. “Thank you, Mina.”

A few days turned into weeks, and he was ignoring me completely. It started after that day. Whenever I try to speak to him or ask him why he was ignoring me, he would ignore or simply say he’s “busy.”

I could only feel my frustration worsen, finally bursting today. “Kenji, God, just speak to me will you?!” You say angrily, following him as he walks through his basement, the baby Kaiju simply clueless by what’s happening.

“Mina, park, please.” Slowly the room turns into a park, he was clearly ignoring me! “Kenji!” I glare at him, practically whining at this point. He continues to walk away, grabbing a bat. He was about to swing before you stood exactly in front of him.

He froze, dropping the bat in defeat. “What did I do, huh? You’ve been ignoring me for the past few days!” I yell, Mina removing the park hologram, distancing herself to give us some space. “I—“ Before he was about to speak you completely cut him off.

“If you’re thinking of an apology, I will not accept it!” You say angrily, “[Name], seriously—“ “You are just speaking to me now?! I need a proper explanation, Kenji!” You step towards him, he was not moving an inch.

“[Name]..”

“You made me worry so bad!”

“[Name]…” His impatience growing louder.

“You wouldn’t talk to me at all, huh?”

“[Name].” He says in a frustrated tone.

“What did I do—“

“[Name]!” He finally snaps, making you go silent.

“Gosh, I like you, okay?! That’s all you need! I— I saw you with this guy and the way you talked to him on the phone annoyed me! You were giving me hints or small hopes that you like me then you just completely replace me with another guy like that, huh? I was just so confused with what I felt, I had the urge to ask you who it was and if I knew, IF I knew, it would be your lover, then I’d hurt even more!” He says, finishing off his sentence with a sigh.

You stood there in silence, realizing his confession later.. “Ken.. That was my brother.” That was all you had to say, a wave of relief finally washing over him. But he felt his heart drop as well, feeling embarrassed. “I.. Really?” He looks at you in disbelief making you burst out in laughter.

He could only pout, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s not funny!” He groans, making you wipe a tear off of your eye. “I like you too, Ken.” You reply, earning a shock face from him. “But, you did totally ignore me.” You cross your arms, rolling your eyes playfully.

You could feel arms wrap around your waist, making you look straight at him, he pulls you close, melting in his touch. He slowly leans in closer, giving that cocky smirk of his. “Would this make it up to you, then..?” He says in a husky voice, leaning close to you as he places his lips on yours.

Well, it sure did.

[musaslullaby]

Showing my fears

Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, George Russell and Carlos Sainz x fem reader

Summary: The drivers face your fears

Warning: nothing only fluff.

Masterlist

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Charles Leclerc

I loved winter; it was probably my favorite season. I adored the frost forming on the windows, staying at home under a wool blanket, watching a TV series with a hot chocolate in my hands, snuggled in Charles' sweet embrace.

But I also love race days, where you’re surrounded by fans who care about you and all your friends. It's a different kind of warmth from what Charles gives me, but I couldn’t give up either.

It seemed like a pretty calm day. As always on race days, my boyfriend accompanied Leo and me to the paddock. There was a light breeze, but no sign of rain or, worse, storms. Or at least, so I thought.

I was nervously biting my nails: Charles was fighting with Piastri for second place. I noticed Leo, curled up in my arms, starting to fidget.

“What’s wrong, darling?” I whispered, petting the little dog to calm him. A loud thunderclap tore through the sky, and the hand stroking his soft fur froze immediately.

My hands began to tremble, and my eyes widened. Adrenaline rushed through me, and soon the shaking spread through my entire body, making Leo even more alert as he began barking insistently.

Arthur quickly turned toward us, and in a swift movement, I felt his warm hand on my shoulder and his body heat surrounding me.

“Y/N, it's okay, I'll take you to the drivers' room,” he whispered softly, trying to calm me down.

I weakly nodded. Walking was difficult; my legs felt heavy, and my heart was pounding. I saw all the journalists' cameras pointed at me, and my vision blurred from panic.

Arthur sat me down on the couch. “I’ll bring you some water; in the meantime, put on the headphones, okay?” he asked, looking me directly in the eyes. With a slight movement, I reached for the headphones and turned on the classical music. By chance, the soft sound of a piano played, one I instantly recognized: I knew those notes by heart. I had heard them so many times at home, they were Charles’ songs.

Leo stretched out beside me on the couch, and I ran my hand through his fur, feeling his warmth reassure me. I closed my eyes and completely lost myself in the music, which drowned out the thunder.

I was immensely grateful for Arthur’s quick thinking; without him, I don’t know what I would have done.

After what felt like an eternity, I felt someone pulling me close, and my cheek pressed against something. When I looked up, I saw Charles gazing at me with his green eyes full of love.

“How are you, mon amour?” he asked, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“B-better,” I whispered faintly, as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

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Lando Norris

“Hi guys,” Lando greeted with a smile, as the chat filled with comments and hellos. “Today we’ve got this little monster with us,” he joked, poking my poor cheek with his index finger.

Suppressing a sincere laugh, I turned to him and lightly smacked his head with my lemon tea bottle.

“Hey, watch it, don’t flatten my hair!” he whined, running his hands through his curls several times to give them back their volume.

“You’re lucky you still have them, the way you treat them every day!” I said, pretending to be annoyed, turning my full attention to the chat. “Yes, Carlos Sainz is a bad influence on him,” I whispered, answering a comment.

“You’re just jealous of my perfect curls,” the boy laughed, raising an eyebrow. His expression was so funny that I burst into laughter.

Suddenly, Lando went pale, and his face turned incredibly serious. My laughter slowly faded as I asked, “You’re not offended, right? Because if I hurt your feelings, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I couldn’t finish the sentence because Lando pointed behind me. Slowly, I turned, and on the white wall of the room, among his precious helmets, was a giant spider.

A strangled squeak escaped me as I jumped into the boy’s arms.

“You’re going to take it out, right?” I asked anxiously, wrapping my arms around his neck in what was probably a death grip.

“Not a chance,” he whispered, clutching my sides, also visibly terrified of that abnormally large, many-legged spider, black as coal, with those tiny eyes that looked ready to jump on you at any moment.

“Please, do something!” I said, continuing to stare at the creature, which was calmly walking among the helmet collection.

Reluctantly, we stood up from the chair and grabbed pieces of paper and a transparent glass.

“Lando, on my count of three, you trap it, and then we take it to the balcony,” I whispered from behind him, so that if the spider bit or moved, it would be Lando who was at risk. I know, I’m a fantastic girlfriend.

“One.” The boy took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Two.” Lando got into position, holding the glass and the piece of paper just right.

“Three.” In one quick motion, Lando trapped the spider and ran towards the balcony, shuddering as if he had a thousand little legs crawling all over him. He quickly opened the sliding door and released the spider outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Gross,” he spat with a disgusted face, squirming like he was doing an especially wild dance, still feeling the sensation of tiny legs crawling over him.

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Oscar Piastri

It was a day like any other. Oscar had asked me to meet him in the drivers’ room because he needed some advice. It was probably something related to the race, or maybe he just needed some reassurance.

When I arrived at the door, I knocked, feeling the cold under my knuckles, but there was no answer.

“Oscar, it’s me, can I come in?” I asked, pressing my ear against the surface to catch any sound coming from the other side, but nothing—everything was silent.

Worry started creeping in with a thousand doubts: maybe he wasn’t feeling well, or worse, something had happened.

“Oscar, I’m coming in,” I said, trying to sound firm and decisive, but the only thing that came out was a hesitant whisper.

When I turned the metal handle, the room was partially dark, but I didn’t notice at first. Maybe Oscar hadn’t arrived yet, or perhaps he wanted to surprise me. As soon as I took a few steps into the room, the door clicked shut behind me, eliminating the last source of light.

My breath caught in my throat: I had been afraid of the dark since I was little, and Oscar knew that. Quickly, I walked toward the door and grabbed the handle, pushing and pulling violently, but nothing happened.

I started knocking incessantly on the cold, anonymous surface. “Please, let me out,” I said with a desperate voice, fearing that something or someone might emerge from the darkness surrounding me.

Luckily, after a short while, I heard two male voices talking outside the door, followed by a loud click: the door finally opened again. In front of me were the two McLaren drivers. Without thinking, I threw myself into Oscar’s arms, and he held me tightly.

“I told you it was a terrible idea,” Oscar whispered to his friend while tracing comforting circles on my back.

“You’re both jerks,” I said with a pout, mostly directed at Lando, but without pulling away from the calming, safe warmth of my boyfriend. I could stay in that position forever.

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Carlos Sainz

Today, of all days, was the one that every child dreads: going to the dentist. Only I wasn’t a child anymore; I’m now considered a grown, healthy adult.

I’d love to say this fear is innate, but that would be a lie. It all started when I was seven years old and had to have a baby tooth removed. I had never been to the dentist before, and you could say I was quite curious, like any child. While my parents talked with the doctor, I wandered around the room and found some instruments attached to a strange machine. Naturally, I reached out to touch them, and of course, I cut myself on the metal. The dentist was mortified, and my parents told me to be more careful.

I know what happened was just a pure accident, but that event, combined with the scary stories the other kids told—probably exaggerated—developed into a fear that refuses to go away.

Carlos held my hand tightly as I nervously bit my nails, my leg trembling slightly, unable to stay still from the tension.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, please follow me,” said the dentist.

Through clenched teeth, in a whisper, I said, “I don’t want to go.”

Carlos looked at me with a reassuring smile and eyes full of understanding. “I know, mi amor, but it’s just a checkup, nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“Will you come with me?” I asked, pulling him up from the couch with me, and hand in hand, we headed to the “torture chamber.”

Throughout the visit, I couldn’t stop thinking about how the dentist could make a mistake and leave me without teeth, but every time I looked at my boyfriend, my fears eased. Just losing myself in his brown eyes was enough to understand that everything would be fine.

“All done,” the dentist said seriously. I’m always amazed at how this man never smiles.

As soon as I got off the chair, I immediately reached for Carlos’ hand, feeling his warmth.

“So, how did it go?” he asked with a sincere smile as we walked out of the clinic.

“He didn’t smile once,” I said, still a little stunned by the experience.

Carlos laughed at my statement and squeezed my hand even tighter.

[in-som-niyah]

soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

[luvs4matt]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 ✿ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

“please, please let me suck your tits, please, i’ll make you feel good i swear please”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - sub!matt x dom!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - matt being a brat all day towards his girlfriend leads to him being punished.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - swearing, slight angst, smut, oral (m), handjob, p in v, cream pie, squirting, overstimulation, mommy kink (if you squint), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, after care, no use of y/n

with love and stems, cherry ღღ

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓, 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 film with nick and chris a little over an hour ago, which means he should be home soon.

you decided to take a shower to relieve any tension from today, as you were rinsing the soap off of your body you heard you and matts shared bedroom door close.

he was home.

when you stepped out of the shower you wrapped yourself in a towel and walk back into the bedroom to see matt laying on the bed, “hey” hoping he will respond back to you so hopefully you don’t go to bed pissed at each other.

he didn’t respond. you try to ignore it as you continue to put on your panties and oversized shirt but when you sat on the bed with him and asked “when did you get home” and all you get in response was a eye roll you couldn’t hold your anger back anymore.

“matt what the fuck is up with you today, you have been being a brat all day, cut the shit, what happened for you to act like this?”

“i haven’t been being a brat, i just don’t want to fucking talk, or maybe i just need a break, fuck i hate you sometimes” as he was talking his shirt had rolled up which made you spot his raging erection poking through his grey sweats.

“or maybe you just want to get fucked” you say in a low tone as you move your position to straddle his waist, “what” he chokes out.

you start to palm his erection over his clothing causing him to let out a whimper “if you wanted to be fucked so bad you could have said something” you slowly start to kiss his jaw line moving down to his neck sucking and biting on all of his sweet spots.

“please” he whimpers “what baby” you mumble into his neck continuing to leave marks on his flesh, “no teasing” after how he acted today you were definitely going to tease him.

stopping your work on his skin “oh baby after everything today you deserve the teasing” you lean into his ear “you don’t even deserve to cum” he lets out a mewl at your words.

you start to unzip his pants, he lifts his hips to help you pull them down along with his boxers, his cock slapping against his shirt that you quickly ended up taking off making him completely naked under you.

perfect.

“p-please let me cum this time please” you had edged him 4 times in a row “aww baby you think you have been good enough to cum” he immediately replies with a loud moan “i need words” “y-yes yes yes, i-i have b-been so good i learned my lesson please just let me cum” he rushes.

you feel his dick twitch in your hand “cum baby” immediately after you gave him permission he came.

long white spurts of cum coming out of his slit, he quickly jolted his hips up into your hand as you lay your palm on his tip rubbing quick circular motions “fuck” he groans.

“remember all that shit you were talking, saying you hate me” you start moving your hand faster on his tip overstimulating him “ i do fucking hate you” he laughs.

“yeah?” you question “ye- FUCK oh my god” before he could give you a proper reply you remove your palm from his cock and quickly replace it with your mouth.

“i’m gonna cum” he whimpers, you respond by taking every inch of him in your mouth making him quickly shoot his seed in the back of your throat.

you were soaked with him under you, you take off your shirt, then your panties, he was staring at your body in awe “you like looking baby?” you asked as you straddle his lap once again, he shakes his head yes, he wont admit it but even though he was extremely sensitive he was already hard from staring at your tits.

“please” you know what he wants based on the fact his eyes were stuck on your nipples “please what baby, what do u want” softly grinding on his cock as you tease him with your words only makes him whine under you.

“please, please let me suck your tits, please, i’ll make you feel good i swear please” the way he moans while he begs made you crave his mouth on the soft flesh “go ahead baby”

he immediately attaches his mouth to your nipple sucking and biting making you throw your head pleasure, you could feel his growing erection under your pussy as you were still grinding down onto him.

he removes his mouth from your nipple when you lift up to line his sensitive cock up with your soaked hole slowly sinking down on it making both of you moan.

you immediately started bouncing up and down on him “please mo-baby i’m so sensitive” he begs even though it felt so good.

you knew what he was going to say “please who?” “m-mommy” he whimpers out “you know your word if u need me to stop”

“i-i’m gonna c- fuck c-cum” he stutters “its only been a couple minutes, you gonna cum quick baby boy” he cant help but moan at your words.

he spills his seed inside of your tight cunt, but you kept moving you were chasing your own high, you both try to kiss but all you can do is have your mouth hang open with moans and whimpers coming out you guys stayed like that for multiple minutes being overwhelmed by pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum mommy” he moans “me to baby” matts grip on your waist tightens as your movements become uneven and faster you were so close.

matt lets out a loud moan as he releases inside of you for the second time tonight, but this time it sets something off in you, your juices fly out of your hole squirting everywhere.

once you both ride out your highs you slowly lift yourself off of him and walk out of the room walking back with a wet cloth cleaning both of you up.

after your both settled in bed cuddling you asked him “i didn’t hurt you did i” looking up at him “god no” he laughs making you laugh as well.

“you know i don’t hate you right?” he looks like he feels bad about saying it “i know” you smile at him before you both fell asleep.

chris and nick did infact yell at them about it the next morning.

© luvs4matt

a/n - this is my first fic so don’t judge or i will infact wear shoes on your brand new white bed sheets 😁.

[chuuyasheaven]

keep listening to the voices

“—Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, ‘donna.”

“Today was really stressful for him, so he was happy to finally just find peace in you. But in those thigh highs you were wearing, he took it way too literally. .”

Tags: Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, slight chubby! Reader, thicc thighs, feral! Dazai, rough sex, oral (afab! recieving), dacryphilia, fingering, praising kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, pet names, might contain grammar errors, kinda rushed, kinda cringe?, jus’ a drabble, etc.

Notes: Damn, y’all really are encouraging my voices, aren’t you? Filthy fucks. . .(enjoy anyway lmao)

There are rare days where Dazai actually does his work, which is usually a lot, in those days, he returns home annoyed and stressed. Another thing is, that he seeks your comfort. But this time, he changed his plans.

Why? You should know, seriously. Since you’re kinda chubby, you have thick thighs. The thighs that Dazai loves so much, especially when they’re in thigh highs. The reason’s pretty obvious, he loves how the slightly flow over them.

Whenever you’re in those, he either eats you out or fucks you really good. Bonus if you wear his shirt without anything but panties. But what if you combine those with a stressed Dazai? Well, you can find out yourself.

Right after he came through that door, looking for you, and saw you in his shirt and thigh highs? He absolutely lost control and became feral. So instead of just either eating you out or fuck you rough, he combined those too.

Ever since he came home, he already ate you out once, but didn’t stop after that. Dazai kept on going as if he starved himself. “. . Ah! D–dazai, please. .”, you whimpered for him to hear, he lifted his head to smirk at you. “Y’know, if you keep moaning my name like this I won’t stop anytime soon, ‘donna.”, Dazai teased you before returning to your wet folds. You threw your head back as his warm breath hit your cunt, you covered your mouth to refrain any further moan. He didn’t like that, to say the least.

As an solution, Dazai lifted himself slightly once more to level your thighs, looking at them as he gently kissed them. Those kisses turned into gentle bites, especially on places where he knew you were sensitive.

Still no sound coming from you, he just got back to your pussy, this time, he replaced his tongue with his talented fingers. With those fingers, he reached your sweet spot, the spot that always made you reach high notes. “. .F–fuck!”, you muttered under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“There we go,”, Dazai claimed proudly. You tried to muffle your moans again, but this, Dazai didn’t let you. As he started to finger you more aggressively, hitting your spot perfectly. That’s when your noises were being heard again, also when your second orgasm came.

While you tried to calm down from all this overstimulation, Dazai already has got to take you. Your eyes flew open as you felt him inside of your cunt, feeling the overstimulation again. He immediately started to pound into you, but not really gentle either.

You could really tell he had a shitty day, Dazai was grunting under his breaths, his grip on your hips hardened to probably leave some marks on it later on. “S–so good for me. . Such a good slut f’me, aren’t you, princess?”, Dazai slurred panting.

“O–osamu, please— ah!. .sensitive!”, you tried to tell him but he didn’t really listen to your whines. “Just b–be quiet. . ,”, left his grunting mouth, “. .Wrap your legs around me, now.”, he ordered you. When your legs wrapped around his waist, he hit deeper inside of you because of the new position.

With this new angle, you were moaning louder than before, which made Dazai even more aggressive with his pounding. “That’s right, let everyone know h–how good I fuck you— s–shit. .”, you felt your next high arriving, your cunt made that clear.

Before you even knew it, it already washed over you and you gushed over his cock. But Dazai didn’t stop, his thrusts got even rougher than before, his tip bullying your spot repeatedly, everything felt so intense at this moment.

Dazai didn’t show any signs of stopping right now, this would be your forth orgasm. At this intense overstimulation, you felt tears threatening to spill out, they eventually did fall after a few thrusts. This just made him chuckle. “Aw, I didn’t e–even cum once but you’re crying already? What a–a greedy whore. .”

“. .‘m s–sorry, ‘Samu. .”, you slurred, not really able to tell whole sentences. “It’s a–alright, princess. .just keep taking me s–so good,”, praised you after, honestly, he found it cute how you were sobbing because of his cock. Soon, Dazai could tell he was growing close, and your fourth orgasm would be approach too.

Then, he finally came, right inside of you. You came around his cock, some flowing out around it. “. .Hah, would you look at that?”, Dazai panted while looking down on the mess you both made on your sheets. Dazai first pulled out before pushing the load back into your hole with his fingers.

“—Hm, this isn’t enough for me. .how about round five, bella?”

This is an 50/50 for me. .

[screeching-bunny]

for yandere general, what if their darling doesn’t follow the routine because they just don’t like it ? Like, he wants them to wake up early but they really like sleeping in and when he gets mean about it (even just saying no ) they start to cry

Yandere! General Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

You hated everything about the lifestyle Yandere! General forced upon you. It was all so restricting and you barely had any say in what you wanted to do. You were almost at your breaking point. You’ve just recently gotten married to him and the rules that you were given were just so stupid in your opinion. Like why did you have to wake up so early just to please him? So you decided that instead of listening to him, you’d just sleep in. Which is exactly how your mini revolution and protest had started.

At the start, Yandere! General didn’t mind it too much. He just figured that since you recently got into married life you’re just testing the waters and will soon come to understand his routine. However, this behavior of yours over time had gotten worse and most of your behavior was seriously starting to irritate him. It was due to this that he started to become meaner and stricter with every little thing that you did. Every mistake you made was met with criticism from his behalf and a sterned look at.

In his mind this was technically his fault for not making you understand that you didn’t have a choice in this. The whole idea of rules and order were something that should be obeyed. He may have a soft spot for you but at this point into the relationship he’ll happily punish you. Things like decreasing human socialization from others, forcing you to be near his side at all times, and etc have become the norm for you. These punishments mostly involved you being near him 24/7. He holds you to a higher expectation than others so he expects only the best from you.

You are however, very resilient and no matter what he throws at you, you won’t allow him to break your spirit. Right now, you were in your shared bedroom and absolutely refused to get up. It was your precious beauty sleep and you weren’t going to let anyone stop you from having it. You were about to go deeper into dreamland until you heard a loud bang from the door which caused your body to boot up straight.

In front of you stood the tall body of Yandere! General who loomed over you. “Why are you still in bed?!” When you heard this you weren’t immediately alarmed you assumed that after a few moments he would let you off easily like all the other times. What you didn’t realize was that his face looked different today, one that looked like it would take no for an answer and wouldn’t listen to your demands.

“I’m just sleeping in.” With that response he starts to make his way out of your room and lock the door. “Since you like that room so much, let’s see how long you can spend in it!” Rushing towards the door, you try to pry it open to no avail. No worries, he’s never been away for longer than a day, he’ll be back, right? Yeah, totally not.

It’s been about a month since that incident occurred and you could not handle it. You needed some form of human interaction. He’s isolated you before but not from him! This was seriously getting to you. You were getting fed but none of the maids would even look or acknowledge you. You’d honestly kill for a conversation right now. With teary eyes, you have up and banged on the door. Tears blasting down your eyes you scream, “Yandere! General please let me out!! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll follow the routine! Please, just let me talk to you!!”

As soon as those words were said the door immediately opened and he stepped in. His large hand whisking away your tears as they fell from your cheeks. He said with a gentle voice, “Did you learn your lesson?” You nodded your head as fast as you could. “Good, because the next time this happens I promise I won’t be as nice!” Flinching at the time of his voice you then begin to calm down. “Everything that I do is for your own good. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

With that out of the way, he brought you to his office where he forced you to sit on his lap while he did paperwork. The sound of paper being flipped over caused your eyelids to slowly fall as you began to take a nap on him. What you didn’t notice is that if you look up, you’d see the victory smirk on his face as he grinned at you. Watching you cling so tightly to him caused him to basically almost coo. Maybe he should isolate you in a room more often. It wouldn’t be so bad if you acted cute like this everyday, now wouldn’t it? With that, he gave you a small peck on the forehead and continued on with his paperwork.

Asks 2

[devildom-moss]

“I wanted to tell you first” (good) (the demon brothers)

What do the demon brothers go to MC first for? What is it that they desire to share with MC before anyone else?

(the demon brothers x gn!MC)

(suggestive for some of the brothers: Lucifer, Asmo, Beel)

Lucifer

You are the first to know when Lucifer obtains a new cursed record. Diavolo used to be the first to know and was occasionally the one who obtained the record for Lucifer, but now (much to Diavolo’s disappointment), Lucifer goes to you first. Unless the record is dangerous for humans, he’s excited for you to listen to it with him before he shows anyone else. Sometimes this can mean calling you into his study late at night so he can cherish a few moments alone with you. Until Lucifer can have you all to himself, he keeps the information about his new record a secret. The anticipation is subtly visible in him when he has to wait to listen to it with you. Sometimes, that means just being more lenient with his brothers, and other days, it elicits more laughter from him and sweet grins when he thinks no one else is looking.

“You seem to be in a good mood today, Lucifer. Did something happen?”

“You’re quite observant. Meet me in my room tonight after dinner.”

Lucifer will pull out a bottle of Demonus for the occasion. If you want it, he’ll have a short lecture about the origins of that particular cursed record – including the potential side-effects in case you decide you don’t want to risk it. He feels it is a necessity that you are prepared to enjoy the listening experience with him, especially for records that have aphrodisiac-like curse symptoms. Lucifer is always a bit horny for you, but if there is a chance he might want to pounce on you later and not be able to control his urges well, he’d rather you opt out early on and not have to see him like that. If you agree to stay, he asks you to spend the night every time.

Even if Lucifer has the opportunity to listen before he shares the record with you, if it’s a song or album he has never heard before (unless he needs to determine what the potential effects on you would be), he’ll wait to listen to it with you. If you ask him, he may tell you that he waited to listen with you, but he’s too embarrassed to admit how much he cherishes being able to share those firsts with you – especially considering how old he is. He never imagined he could still have so many firsts until he met you.

Mammon

Mammon comes to you first with almost any good news, but especially with news about getting good grades and other personal successes. Did he just win big at a casino? You’re the first one he tells. Who else would he want to spend his winnings on, anyway? Did he pass his last Devildom history exam with a B+? He rushes to find you and show you his exam paper with the biggest grin on his face. Did he score a modeling gig with one of his favorite brands (or better yet, one of your favorite brands)? He tells you as soon as he’s notified.

Mammon tends to preface his good personal news with “you’ll never guess what the Great Mammon did.” If he wasn’t smiling like a carefree fool, you might worry that he had gotten in trouble again. Although a quiet part of him believes that you really wouldn’t be able to guess what he accomplished because he isn’t exactly known for his vast array of successes, he craves your faith in him with his entire being. Mammon wants to surprise you with how good he’s doing for himself, but he also wants to impress you so much that you’ll never be shocked by his success. When it boils down, Mammon wants to make you proud of him. As such, he takes all his accomplishments directly to you. Lucifer is a close second, but the praise from his beloved brother could never compete with how he feels when you smile at him and tell him what a good job he has done.

Although he doesn’t mean to, sometimes after Mammon gives you the good news, he lowers his head slightly, eyes fixed on the floor, as if he’s waiting for you to pet him. If all you do is congratulate him, he will perk up and brag a bit (“Well, you are talking to the Great Mammon, after all.”). If you take the hint, his face will heat up and he may protest, but he’ll melt under your touch so quickly that his actions will betray his words.

“Stop pettin’ me already!”

“Mammon, you’ve literally been sitting in my lap and nuzzling my hand on your own for the past minute. I haven’t even moved.”

“Shuddup and go back to saying nice stuff about me.”

Leviathan

Not only does Levi come to you when he has an otaku fail, he also comes to you first when he has an otaku win. Sometimes that means calling you to scream in your ear about obtaining Sucre Frenzy tickets or unboxing his new Ruri-chan merch with you, but more often than not, he comes to you first about his game wins – especially when he gets a good gacha pull or defeats a tough boss. He has a few reasons for coming to you first. For one, Levi is used to his brothers and friends ignoring him when he goes on about his games and anime. Sometimes, especially in the cases of Lucifer, Simeon, and Barbatos, they have no clue what Leviathan is even talking about. Being dismissed or even ridiculed will hurt his feelings and ruin his joy and excitement. However, Levi trusts you with his heart, and he’s willing to put his joy on the line every time with you.

Another reason why Levi comes to you first with his otaku wins is because you are precious to him, and he can’t imagine wanting to share his happiness with anyone more than you (except maybe Henry 2.0). He’s usually pretty moody or at least prone to negativity, so when he’s hit with bouts of joy, Levi is eager to showcase this positive side of himself for you. Maybe if you see that he can be more than a depressed, self-conscious, jealous otaku, you might love him even more.

Furthermore, Levi is self-conscious about how he expresses his joy. Levi strikes me as someone who happy stims, often by bouncing his heels, shaking one or both of his hands back and forth as if fanning himself, or shaking his head. He’s so afraid that someone will tell him he looks stupid and crush his joy completely, but he can’t help it. The more he holds himself back, the more restrained and diminished his happiness feels. But again, Levi trusts you so much. He knows (or at least wants to believe) that he can be free to express himself around you – if no one else.

Letting him be himself, loving him enough to listen, and sharing in his happiness are precious gestures that he appreciates more than he can say, which is why he comes to you first with these things. That earned trust has adorable rewards, such as Levi getting so excited that he hugs or kisses you of his own volition before getting flustered but asking to continue anyway.

Satan

You are the first to know when Satan has inside information about new events and shops that he receives from acquaintances. Even if the event is being scheduled on the low, he trusts you not to tell anyone before it’s appropriate (and he’ll tell you not to say a word when he needs to keep the information secret). He wants to show off his connections a bit, but moreover, he just wants to let you know because you might find something new to be interesting and may want to start making plans in advance. Furthermore, Satan likes being able to take advantage of his inside knowledge to ask you out before anyone else gets a chance. The less competition he has to contend with, the better.

“Ah, MC. I heard that there’s going to be a pop-up night market downtown the weekend after next,” Satan brought up casually.

“Oh? I didn’t hear anything about it yet, but that seems fun – if it won’t be too busy.”

“I know someone on the planning committee. She told me that they just finalized the date with Diavolo yesterday. They’re just preparing the marketing and advertising plan. Are you interested in going – with me, that is?”

Satan wants to ask you out first, but he’s also extremely excited to share interesting Devildom events and places with you. He’d hate for you to get bored with the Devildom (or with him), and new things are a great opportunity to ensure you enjoy your life there.

Typically, Satan tells you calmly and informally in-person once he can get you alone for a few minutes. However, when it’s an event or shop that he’s excited for (especially things like new cat cafés and pop-up book sales), he might call you instead of waiting. If he does wait, he’ll be visibly excited when he sees you, eagerly getting you alone so he can tell you. When he’s excited about the information, Satan will practically beg you to go out with him. If it’s something he cares about, he’s desperate to share that experience with you (in part because he knows he’ll enjoy it even more if you’re by his side, and partly because he knows he won’t enjoy it fully if he has to think about you being there with someone else).

Asmodeus

Asmo wants you to be the first to know when he designs new products or gets on magazine covers. It’s so important to him that you know when he’s accomplished something, and as much as loves sharing his sense of beauty with his adoring followers, that could never compare to his need to share that with you. You’re one of the most beautiful things to ever exist in Asmo's eyes; it only makes sense that he would have to share his gorgeous creations or even more lovely image with you – he just also happens to want to share them with you before he can share it with anyone else. Asmo is so serious about you needing to know first that he will reschedule announcements if he doesn’t have the chance to tell you before the announcement would go up. If you hear about if from anyone else, he will sulk all day – even if you praise him for a job well-done.

“Ugh, but I was supposed to tell you!”

“I’m still really proud of you, Asmo. This jewelry line is gorgeous. It really captures your essence, too. The pink star ruby encircled by the scorpion’s tail is lovely, and you were the perfect model.”

“Of course I was, but I worked so hard on that line and that photoshoot took hours. I wanted you to know before anyone else found out. It was supposed to be a big surprise.”

“It was still a surprise.”

“But I didn’t get to see the look on your face when you found out.”

Asmo will pout no matter what you say. The best course of action would be to offer him some sort of physical affection (a hug, cuddling, kisses, head, sex) until he feels better. He may be overdramatic, but that’s how much he values sharing parts of himself with you and you alone. It isn’t until after Asmo fails to inform you first that he realizes how much he cherishes the few hours or days when only you two know. For that short window of time, Asmo feels the spotlight over him shut off, and he finds your body in the dim Devildom starlight where the only visible thing is your sweet, adorable face. If he’s lucky, you won’t be able to turn your gaze away from him.   

Beelzebub

When you aren’t able to show up and watch Beel at his sports games and competitions, the second thought in his head after he wins a game (after how hungry he is feeling) is how you’ll react when you find out that he won. Beel will get giddy over the idea of you hugging him or caressing his cheek and telling him that he did a good job. He won’t rush home – especially if he’s hungry and needs to get something to eat – but his mind will wander and imagine all the ways you might praise him or reward him for winning until he sees you again. Beel will start to smile for seemingly no reason after a game, but that’s just because he’s excited to tell you how well he (and his teammates) did. If Beel is feeling impatient, he will let you know via message. It isn’t the same as getting to see your face when he tells you, but he still holds out hope that you’ll praise him in-person.

Before, Lucifer and Belphie were the first to find out that Beel had won. It doesn’t register to Beel that he goes to you first, and he can’t remember when or exactly why he started to do that. All he knows is that he has never enjoyed being praised by anyone more than you, and that’s justification enough for him to keep doing it.

On the rare occasions that Belphegor is the only one who can attend Beel’s match, if Belphie falls asleep before the game ends, Beel will let his brother stay asleep afterward – even opting to carefully carry him home to avoid waking him up. Beelzebub does that because he’s nice and wants to let Belphie rest, but he also does it so he can tell you he won before Belphie wakes up.

Whenever Beel is in a slightly frisky mood or has been feeling lonely, he will ask you to kiss him as a reward for doing so well. When Beel is feeling pent up, he may be blunt and sexual: “MC, as a reward for winning, can I suck your dick/eat you out?” Even if you try to explain to him that it sounds more like a reward for you, he’ll tell you that he just asked for what he wanted.

Belphegor

Belphegor tells you immediately when he finds out about upcoming meteorological events and new plants in the botanical gardens. He didn’t used to care about telling anyone about anything like that before you came along. If he found out about a meteor shower or saw an impressive new plant the last time he ventured to the botanical gardens, he might have brought it up to his brothers casually in passing – often days or weeks after finding out. However, after you, he can’t seem resist the urge to let you know right away, typically through a message. Belphie might call if the event is occurring at that moment or will be happening shortly/soon enough that he can’t wait for you to read the text. He might also call if he wants you to meet him in the gardens as soon as possible for a date.

Belphie uses these updates as an excuse to ask you out. When he tells you, he typically follows that by asking you to check it out with him. He doesn’t feel that he needs to specify that he intends it as a date unless you bring up inviting anyone else. In that case, he will clarify his intentions, but he’ll pout and be upset that you didn’t seem content to go with him alone. The reason why Belphie gets upset that you invited someone else is because both updates are about things Belphegor cares about. The stars and the gardens are two of Belphie’s favorite things about the Devildom. By telling you about meteorological events and new plant specimens, he is inviting you to share in some of his interests. He craves a deeper connection with you and figures that bonding over something you both enjoy might help, so he tries to expose you to cool (by his standards) plants and meteorological events as often as possible to get you interested.

Even accidentally rejecting his plan for a date to enjoy his interests alone hurts his feelings – as if you were rejecting a part of him. Still, the occasional rejection isn’t bad enough to make Belphegor give up on dozens of date opportunities every year. He’ll stop pouting if you give him enough attention or if you just give him a day or two.

(the demon brothers, bad version)

[sunnyie-eve]

26 | Friends

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring:(JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: JJ being a pain

MASTERLIST

The next day she didn't really want to go but she decides to go anyways to support Rafe and JJ. As soon as she gets there JJ sees her. To him she looked different, like she was glowing. He liked that she looked like her old happy self but at the same time she didn't look like herself.

"Callie!" He shouts to call her over so she gives him a little wave. "You're back finally." He laughs as she walks up to him.

"Yeah, my aunt took us on a trip. Super last minute. No plan whatsoever. Just got up and left the next morning." She laughs and he was happy to see her smile again. "Also I hope you do well in the race." She tells him.

"Me too. I bet our last nugget on me." He tells her and she gives him a look, "Listen before you go off on me for how I am..."

"The last nugget? Excuse me!" She yells at him anyway, "Are you fucking crazy. Forget I asked that we both know you are. Like you just said." She shakes her head grabbing John B's attention so he goes over.

"I'm crazy but you aren't for having a thing for the psycho over there? You're a hypocrite." He didn't mean to say it but it just slipped out.

"What up?" John B asks reaching them and he saw the look on Callie's face.

"I can't do this right now/" Callie walks away and Rafe sees her.

He excuses himself from Sofia jogging over to Callie. Sofia watches him since she hasn't heard much about Callie, but she recognized her from when Callie used to work at the club.

"You made it. The race starts soon." He lets her know, "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up." He sees the look on her face as well, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing important, just JJ. And I didn't know if I wanted to come but here I am." She laughs then see Sofia looking over at them, "New girl?" She motions over so Rafe looks where she was talking about. She also recognized Sofia a bit but they never really talked just passing hellos.

"She's a friend. She's a Pogue as well actually." He starts to laugh.

"I know that. And Rafe is friends with two Pogues? You're making progress." She applauds him.

"Shut up." He playfully pushes her, "I'll let you go to the others." He motions over to where they were.

"Good luck." She pats his chest going over to the others.

When Rafe goes back to where he was he sees Sofia looking at Callie walk away, "You good?" He laughs at her.

"Who was that?" She asks him to even though she knew.

"You don't know Callie? I think you two would get along well." He lets her know.

"I mean, I had seen her at the club before when she used to work there. How did you meet her?" She wanted to know more.

"Her aunts boyfriend knew my dad and her dad knew Rose and she's friends with Sarah. Our story would take too long to explain. Why do you care?" He gives her a look.

"I was just curious." She watches Callie rush over to Sarah.

"I'm back." She smiles joining Sarah's side.

"Cal! About time. You missed all the building of our dream."

"I know and I feel I didn't get to help but I really needed that getaway." She says and Sarah knew what she meant.

"Did it help?" Sarah asks, "You look a lot more stress free." She laughs a bit.

"Yeah, it really did. I feel like a new me honestly. Don't feel the need to pick and choose. And Rafe told me about today so I'm here to support him and JJ." She tells her.

"So you aren't wanting to get back with JJ?" Sarah asks.

"It's been months... And I told him I wanted to focus on myself. I honestly don't care if he and Kie wanted to try or ended up trying. I told him no matter how much he tells himself those feelings are gone they aren't because I feel the same about..."

"Rafe." Sarah finishes for her, "I still have a strong dislike that you have some type of feelings for him but I can admit you make him better. Hopefully one day he can do that without you."

"Yeah." She agrees with her.

"So you're a 100% okay with JJ and Kie getting together, right?" Sarah really wanted to make sure.

"They're together now, right? Callie looks at her so Sarah nods her head a bit, "I'm not surprised and I don't care. Hopefully they are doing better than we did. I'm gonna get a drink." She walks off to get a beer.

Honestly, Callie always wondered where Kie took a turn from loving her and JJ finally getting together to wanting JJ for herself secretly. Kie was always the biggest supporter of them before she shifted.

Kiara sees Callie pass by then goes over to Sarah, "Callie's finally back, I see."

"Yeah, she hopes you and JJ are working out."

"She doesn't care?" Kie asks surprised.

"Not at all. She was the one to encourage JJ to ask you out."

Kie was surprised by the whole thing then sees Callie talking to Sofia, who had walked over to Callie to introduce herself, since a Rafe said they would probably get along.

"So you're friends with Rafe?" Sofia smiles.

"Yeah, it's very complicated." Callie laughs.

"So I just heard. How so?" Sofia asks wanting to know.

"Long story short: enemies to frenemy, to friends, to friends with feelings, to friends again. It's complicated." Callie laughs.

Sofia nods her head, "Yeah, seems a little complicated."

During the race JJ was a bit everywhere in what place he was in. Towards the finish he could've won if it wasn't for Rafe driving into him on purpose making them flip over their bikes.

"MOVE JJ!" Callie yells and he costs John B to lose making Topper win.

Everyone runs to celebrate Topper while the group goes to check on JJ. Well it wasn't the whole group because Callie went to Rafe first.

"What the hell be Rafe! You could've gotten you and JJ killed." She pushes him as he gets up.

"I was just helping my buddy out."

"You could've done it a better way!" She pushes him again. "I don't want to worry about either of you, damn it!"

"Sorry, but y'all gotta get used to it. The losing part." He tells her and John B hears.

"What?"

"I said get used to it. You can't win everything." Rafe repeats himself so they try to push each other but Callie and Sarah stop them.

"Stop now, Rafe." Callie tells him so he does but still looks at Sarah mad about their dad being gone. "Let's just go before you do someone stupid." She grabs his arm pulling him away. "I'll catch up with y'all later." She tells Sarah and John B.

"I don't need you to baby me." Rafe says as he walks with Callie still leading him away and Sofia follows behind the two.

"I don't?" Callie stops letting go of his arm, "Bye then." She turns to leave but he grabs her turning her back to face him.

She looks down at where he had hold of her then back at him basically telling him to let go of her so he does, "Sorry."

"If I'm not needed to keep you from fighting with John B then I can go. I have things to deal with the rest." She tells him.

"And you can go if you tell me what was the problem earlier with JJ." He gives her a look and Sofia was still near them standing by listening.

Callie rolls her eyes, "I called him crazy and he said I'm a hypocrite for having feelings for you." She tells him and sees the look in his eyes, "No!" She grabs his arm, "You won't do or say anything to him, Rafe. I mean it. It's not worth it." She looks him in the eyes begging him.

"Not worth it? He said you're a hypocrite but he's said he loved you more than Kie yet but now he's dating her?" He leans down to her level looking her in the eyes, "And I should really do nothing?"

Callie turns her head away and sees JJ walk alone down the beach, defeated and pissed off, before looking back at Rafe, "Yes, because it's the better thing to do. And you want to be better, remember?"

Rafe sighs standing up straight tilting his head back, "I hate you right now. You know how-,"

Callie cuts him off, "You are? Yes, I'm the most qualified person in that category after everything we've been through." Callie gives him a smile as he looks down at her.

Rafe just stares at her then sees Sofia was still watching the two of them, "See why I said you two would get along?" He points at Callie so she looks as Sofia with a smile as well.

"I do." Sofia forces a little laugh.

"I'm going home for a bit. Then catch up with the others after they cool down from the fight they will have later." Callie tells Rafe, "It was nice meeting you, Sofia." She shakes her hand before turning back to Rafe, "I hate that your buddy won and you cost my boys the race."

"I know you do." He gives her a smile making her smile back.

"See you whenever." She stars to head off.

"Love ya!" Rafe shouts to mess with her so she flips him off causing him to chuckle.

On the way back to Rafe's house, Sofia keeping thinking about Rafe and Callie and trying to really figure out their whole story with what she has been told.

"You still have feeling for her." She says aloud.

"Huh?" Rafe glances over at her.

"Callie's not just a friend to you."

"We've hooked up a few times so what? She's still my friend." He tells her, "You have a problem with Callie?" He looks at her again, "Because if you do I'm gonna tell you right now-,"

"I don't have a problem with her. She seems great and she's really nice." Sofia lets him know, "I'm just trying to figure y'all out. You clearly care about her a lot from what I saw."

"Yeah, I care about her so what?"

"You still have feelings for her." She says as they get to the house.

"Well, she doesn't have any for me." He gets out of his truck and she follows him.

"She literally said she did. That's why JJ called her a hypocrite. Rafe, just tell me if you still have feelings for her so I know I'm not wasting my time thinking you feel the same as I do." She says stopping him in his tracks to face her.

"I still do and I know she's never going to pick me over JJ. Not even when he's dating Kiara. You like me...because Callie made me slightly better. I learned from her because she is the only person who can fix me and make me feel really wanted. You help out a bit too but..."

"I'm not her." She nods her head, "Rafe, I care about you and I like you. You're a good person... And I want to help you out as your friend then."

"Help me out?" He questions confused.

"Like I said, I like Callie. She's someone I would be friends with so I will and I'll try to give her a little nudge towards you. Get her to see what she's missing. So what do you say partner?" Sofia puts her hand out and he looks at it.

"You're okay with us just being friends?"

"Looks like you could use another one that's not like Topper and more like Callie." She laughs so he shakes her hand.

[nobedofroses]

October 13th

pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

warnings: Din has some anxiety

words: 1.1k

a/n: Prompt for today is "A gets separated from B in a haunted corn maze, leaving B to look all over for A and become worried that they’re alone and scared" from this list by @goldenroutledge. Poor Din is the worried one this time, but everyone's okay.

Directory, Day 12

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After your excursion to look at the color-changing leaves, you and Grogu had been in the market for some supplies before your trip to return the bounty and had been told that there was a whole harvest festival happening soon. Because of the climate of their planet, they had just one quarter of the year when the majority of their crops were harvested and would celebrate finishing the work with a festival. 

You and Grogu had shared a meaningful look and rushed back to the ship to tell Din about it. He listened intently but when it came down to it, it was time to return the bounty for the reward. But… he did agree that you could come back afterwards since the reward for the bounty was particularly high and he knew of another on this side of the galaxy. 

That night while the ship was flying through space on autopilot and you and Din were in your shared bunk, you made sure to show him just how much you appreciated the way he listened. 

A few days later, you were back on planet for the festival. It was about halfway through the week of festivities, so you had plenty of time to enjoy everything. There was a theatrical show the first night you were there that you all enjoyed but that Grogu possibly fell asleep during towards the end. The second night was a feast that everyone brought something to share to, and you made sure to bring food and something to bring stuff back for Din in. 

Then the next day was centered around a maze. They grew a type of grain that was taller than most species in a complicated pattern and then raced to find their way through it the fastest. There was a set path that you had to follow, and if you needed assistance, they had a comm channel set up. 

Din was busy with ship stuff when you and Grogu headed to the maze and you didn’t really think he’d be interested in it anyway, so the two of you started on your own. The only thing was that you didn’t realize how close it was to sundown when you set out and you didn’t have a comm link with you. 

When Din did make his way to the maze, it was dark. And the two of you were nowhere in sight. And when he heard about how to get help from inside the maze, he knew you couldn’t. So he rushed in. 

“Hmm, honey, I was expecting this to be a little easier. What should we do? Sit here and wait for your dad or keep going forward?” you asked Grogu, not worried about being lost but just not sure what would be the better option. Sitting seemed boring but if you kept going you could get even more lost. 

Grogu made a little sound and then suddenly he wasn’t walking on the ground next to you, he was floating up to above the height of the grain. 

“You’re so clever! Just tell me which way to go and I’ll follow your lead, hun,” you told him excitedly, so proud of your little green son and his special abilities. 

Din was hurrying through the maze, using the heat sensors of his helmet to follow different tracks and look for people. He came across a few other people but knew they weren’t you from a distance because Grogu wasn’t there and he could recognize you just from your silhouette. 

With each second that he didn’t find you, he moved faster. All of his instincts as a bounty hunter told him that this was the perfect place for someone to prey on your vulnerabilities, even if he logically knew that you were in a very safe area and safe planet in general. He was nearly running when he finally saw you. Your outline in oranges and reds against the cool blues and purples of the grain. 

His breath whooshed out of him in relief but then caught again when he didn’t see Grogu. He had to get to you. You were moving, but he could move faster and was by your side, grabbing you tightly, in seconds. 

You shrieked and then huffed a breath, “Din! Why did you sneak up on me like that? Nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

“Where’s Grogu?” Din asked urgently and you looked confused. 

You gestured above you and Din’s head followed until he could see Grogu hovering about 15 feet in the air and heard him babbling down at the two of you. He hadn’t heard him before because of the blood rushing in his ears. 

Din’s whole body slumped in relief. 

“Din, are you okay? What’s going on?” you asked concernedly, and Grogu drifted down to join the two of you on the ground. You reached out to hold him and put a hand on the side of Din’s neck, slipping it in the one spot below the cowl that you could easily reach his skin. You knew your touch comforted him. 

One of Din’s hands moved up to press yours more firmly against his neck and the other came to smooth over Grogu’s head. “It was dark and you didn’t have a way of asking for help. I just— I was worried. I think I overreacted.”

“Well, no one’s hurt and you probably only trampled a few plants getting to us, so don’t worry about that. Wanting to protect your family is a natural impulse. I’m sorry I didn't bring a commlink, sweetie. I wasn’t thinking about it,” you told him, not wanting him to blame himself for something as good hearted as worrying over your safety. “We can get a little one for Grogu too. Wouldn’t you like that, honey?” 

Grogu cooed and then put a hand forward to press on the center of Din’s chest plate. You could see Din relax again as some part of Grogu’s abilities eased his worry until it was gone. 

“Well now that you’re here, Din, maybe we can get out of here without cheating,” you said. Grogu looked at your sharply and made an indignant sound, “Well okay, maybe it’s not cheating for you to do it, but I think it is cheating for me to use your abilities.” 

“Is it cheating if I use my heat sensors?” Din asked, his tone teasing. 

You thought about it for a second. It probably was, but you were just starting to get a little hungry, a little cold, it was Grogu’s bedtime soon, and most importantly, you knew you needed to take care of Din tonight and reassure him that you were safe. All of you. “No, I think heat sensors are totally fair.”

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[izakiisdead]

“B-BUNNY EARS ?!?!”

ii there's no romantic stuff in this oneshots, just happy moments with team 7 (excluding Kakashi)

ii likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Requested by : No one :3

Genre : Fluff (SFW)

Team 7 x Bunny Male!Reader

It was a sunny day in Konoha. You were peacefully minding your own business drawing in your room since there's no missions which means its a day off for you and the team.

As you were drawing you heard a knock at your door, you put on a hat to hide your bunny ears and rushed downstairs. The atmosphere went from a house to a mochi and sweets shop because your house is connected to the shop that your family owns. You were a little confused why is there a customer today, the shop is always closed on Sundays.

You opened the door thinking it was a customer but it was actually the rest of team 7. You forgot that you were supposed to have a picnic with them. Your ears perked up which cause your hat to lift up a little. Naruto and Sakura gave you a huge hug while Sasuke just stand with his arms crossed looking at you. You looked at him with a confused face and he chuckled under his breath.

''(M/n) chan ! Are you ready to go on a picnic we planned last week ?'' Sakura asked with a huge smile on her face. You nodded in return, ''Yep !'' You responded with a smile as you patted both Sakura and Naruto's head.

''Please wait for a moment!'' You rushed back in, leaving the trio confused but that confusion turned into joy and excitement when they saw what you came back with.

''Here !'' You made a drawing and a candy for each of them but you didn't make a candy for Sasuke because he's not really a fan of sweets so you made him his favourite snack, onigiri with a side of fish and tomato.

You saw his face lit up a little and it soon went back to his usual expressionless face.

Naruto and Sakura was crying tears of happiness. ''(M/n) chan.... WE LOVE YOU !!!'' they said in unison as they pulled you in a tight hug.

''Its nothing... lets get going now !'' You gripped your picnic basket tightly before heading to the picnic's destination.

~Timeskip~

The four of you walked together, you in between Sakura and Naruto, Sasuke is beside Naruto.

As you three were walking Naruto decided to ask you something.

''Hey, (m/n) chan, why do you always wear a hat ?'' He asked while walking. ''Does it look bad ?'' You asked him with a pout. ''N-no it doesn't! I'm just curious why.'' He responded as quickly as he can when he saw you pout.

''Well... I dont have any reason to do so..'' You lied. ''If you dont have any reason then... can you take it off ? I'm curious'' Sakura said as Naruto nodded. ''I'm curious aswell.'' Sasuke stated which surprised You, Sakura and Naruto.

''W..well I promise its nothing, I just think hats are nice !'' You said, nervously. ''Guys, lets just leave (m/n) and his hat alone. Plus we're already here.'' Sakura said with a sigh as she was pointing to our final destination.

The four of you sprint to the spot and properly set ul the picnic.

You guys are sitting under a Cherry Blossom Tree because its pretty.

The four of you enjoyed the picnic, Sakura and you were happily conversing over food while Naruto and Sasuke were just bickering about who can eat the fastest.

Naruto stopped bickering with Sasuke for a moment which left Sasuke a little confused. He thought of something mischievous to take off (M/n)'s hat.

He sneakly climbed up the tree and prayed to Kami he doesnt die doing it. After he properly positioned himself, he’s said under his breath that he’s going to launch at (M/n) Sasuke looked at him confused.

When he finally launched himself, you noticed Naruto's shadow and since you didnt have much time to react his body fell on you, your hat fell off causing your bunny ears to spring out.

Sakura and Sasuke was shocked about what Naruto did. Sakura, as fast as possible made sure you’re alright and gave Naruto a whack on the head for potentially hurting you.

You watched the two, completely ignoring Sasuke who was right beside you.

“Bunny ears huh?” He said in his monotone voice as he tried touching it. You squirmed and your face went red when he tried touching your ears. That’s when you realized that your bunny ears are completely exposed. Sakura and Naruto heard your squirm then looked at you and Sasuke.

Their faces lit up when they saw you.

“B-BUNNY EARS ?!?!” Sakura and Naruto said in unison. They ran to you gave you a big hug which flustered you. “You’re so adorable (M/n) !!” Naruto said energetically. “Un ! Un! Why did you hide them (M/n)? You’re literally so cute !” Sakura agreed with Naruto for once (joking joking ww)

“W-well I thought that it’ll creep you guys out-“ You expressed. “WHAT ?!?!” They shouted which made you curl up your ears. “Why would we be creeped out ? We literally have Naruto here, you’re the last thing that’ll creep us out.” Sasuke stated as an irk mark appeared on Naruto. “YOU !!!” Naruto shouted. “What is it loser.” Sasuke replied which cause Naruto to get even more mad.

“Those two will never stop bickering will they ?” Sakura sighed as she puts her arms on your shoulder. “Mhm, at least our group is quite lively” You chuckled.

“(M/n)” Sakura sternly said your name which caused you to look at her. “if anyone bullies you for your bunny ears remember that me, Sasuke and Naruto will always be by your side to defend you!” Sakura stated as she puts her hands on your shoulders , you nodded at her statement. “Thank you Sakura” You responded as you gave her your signature closed eye smile.

-FIN.

AUTHOR’S NOTE :

I’m so sorry for the lack of posts, Ive been really stuck in a writer’s block and now I finally have the motivation to write :’P

Here’s some of my fav ss ! :

[jobrolion]

𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 - 𝔯𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔢

rohan x gn!reader

cw | smut, innapropriate stand use, slight somnophelia, overstimulation, dominant reader

wc | 1835

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Josuke saluted you as he was rushed out the door, his laughing growing muffled as the distance between the two of you grew wider. A disgruntled Rohan rested his back against the door, eyeing you down as you sobered up.

“I’m sorry, Rohan. I really am. Things just got carried away, he’s such a fun kid, you know?”

“Oh I’m well aware, dear.”

You took a step closer to your boyfriend, testing the waters.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you. I should’ve known this would happen.” 

Josuke’s invitation was a result of Rohan’s fast approaching deadlines. A last ditch effort to remove you from his environment, because heaven knows he can’t distract himself from you. 

Rohan sighed, bringing the heel of his hand to his temple. Usually you rolled your eyes at his pity parties, but he looked so exhausted and tense. If he keeps going at this rate, he’ll burn out before the year is up. 

Knowing he would get no more work done today, Rohan resigned to the couch, already coming up with excuses to give his publisher.

Next to him, you took your usual place on the left side of the couch. Hesitant to reach over, you folded your hands neatly on your lap. 

“I accept your apology.” He said, eyes forward. It seemed like he had more to add, but nothing followed and you smiled.

“Thank you.” 

Rohan huffed and took a peek over to you, your smile turning into a goofy grin. 

“I’ve missed you.” You started, “It’s been so long since we’ve had any time together.”

“What is this? What’s with that look on your face?” 

“What look?”

Rohan gestured to you in your entirety. “You’re up to something. I don’t want to play this game.”

“It’s nothing too bad, my love, I promise. It's just that, well, what I think you need is incentive.” 

His silence told you he was listening.

“You need to finish by your deadline tomorrow night, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Tomorrow, by your deadline, if you have finished your work I will use my stand on you, all night long.” 

Rohan breathed hard, not knowing if he could handle a night being the target of your stand.

“You want that, yes?”

He nodded, his eyes averting from your intense gaze. You can’t help but be giddy whenever you’re able to make Rohan flustered.

“Alrighty then. Get to work, Kishibe.”

He hesitated when he stood up, you had gotten him worked up and now the last thing he wanted to be doing was working. By the time he thought to kiss you goodbye, you had already turned away. 

Stand Name - Lover Come Over

When Lover Come Over is within a 5 meter radius of its target, every sensation is amplified. The closer it is, the stronger the sensation.

Stand Stats

Power - C

Speed - C

Range - B

Durability - E

Presicion - A

Potential - B

Rohan sat at his desk, head down with one hand in his hair, the other clutching his pen with enough force that soon he had to drop it, grunting as he did. You hadn’t used your stand on him in months. He longed for it. To be overwhelmed by all his senses and completely at your mercy. 

“Fuck.” 

Hour after hour he worked. His eyes never leaving the paper for a single second, his will was iron. His goal was set and he would not falter. 

But by the first rays of sunlight, he had collapsed onto his work.

When you woke you rolled over to find the opposite side of the bed was cold. This made you frown. 

You dressed quickly and headed down the hall to Rohan’s study. He was still sitting there working and didn’t even glance up when he heard the door creak open. Most likely he worked through the night. You debated pushing him to take a break, but for completely selfish reasons you decided against it. You wanted him bad and a break would only delay your satisfaction.

After a long day at work, you came home, kicking your shoes off at the door and making your way upstairs. 

The door to the study was still cracked from when you opened it that morning and through it you could hear his soft snores. When you walked in you saw the uncomfortable position your lover had found himself in. 

Whispering his name, you placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing softly, earning you a hum of contentment. 

Eventually, Rohan sat up straight, an almost panicked look on his features. And if only for your own sadistic enjoyment, you encouraged him. 

“Last page. You got this baby.”

You perched on the edge of his desk, watching as he quickly outlined and filled the last of it. He packaged the papers in an envelope, and finally it was completed. 

“Now you need rest. I don’t want you feeling extra tired.” You giggled at your own joke.

Rohan glared at you, but no malice was behind those eyes. “Only if you come with me.”

Taking his hand in yours, you led him to the bedroom where you both changed clothes and crawled into bed. You wrapped your arms around him, as usual, and he fell asleep with a smile, also as usual.

It was dark when you woke up, spooned by the man you loved. A silent yawn left you and it was then that you felt something rubbing up against your ass. 

You smirked and whispered, “Lover Come Over.”

A purple-blue figure haloed in yellow light appeared above you. You directed your energy toward Rohan and immediately became aware of the effect your stand was already having on the man. 

He whined and brought his fist up to his mouth where he bit onto it, muffling the sounds. 

You turned to face your love, “None of that, baby. Wake up, Rohan. Wake up.”

Trailing down from his collarbone, your hand traveled lower and lower until you cupped the bulge in his pants. His eyes shot open and a pornographic moan left his mouth.

Your name fell from Rohan’s lips once, twice, gasps, barely registered, but you knew what was said. Your stand was right on top of him, the pleasure from your feathery touch was almost enough to send him spiraling, but you wouldn’t let that happen so you removed your hand and kissed his cheek before sitting on your heels beside him.

“Not so fast. I told you all night, remember?”

“You did…” 

“That’s right. Now where do you want me?”

He looked surprised to hear the question and didn’t know how to answer. He wanted you in all the ways right now all at once. It seemed so useless for you to ask anyway, he’d only end up how you thought was best. That was all he needed in this state. The all encompassing stimulation blurring the edges of his world made it too hard to answer silly questions like yours.

“Well?”

“I want your mouth.” He whispered.

“As you wish.”

You gave him a long, sloppy kiss, not caring how proficient you were proving yourself to be. Your kisses moved lower, making sure that not an inch of his skin went unloved. 

Before long, your teeth met the drawstring of his loose sweatpants. Your fingers aided in their removal before you took his already aching sex.

“Oh Rohan. Am I really having this effect on you? That’s so sweet.” You cooed.

He fought hard to keep his mouth shut, a witty comeback wouldn’t do him any favors.

“Nothing to say to that, dear?”

This time his lips parted to speak, but before he could, yours already surrounded his tip. All that came out of him was a garbled moan.

You wrapped one hand around his cock and the other circled his propped up thigh, nails digging into the skin there. Rohan would die for this mix of pain and pleasure.

By now you had taken as much of him in your mouth as you could. Your pace was slow, you didn’t want him cumming yet. 

You looked up at him expecting to be met by his gaze, but his eyes were locked on the ceiling. 

See, Rohan had gotten good at this. If you had told him not to cum, he wouldn’t. His sheer will would keep him from his orgasm despite your best efforts to make him break his promise.

You pulled away from him slowly, fist pumping him a couple times before you grabbed his hands and crawled up his body. 

Quickly and clumsily you removed your clothes and took a seat on Rohan’s stomach, regaining control of his hands and pinning them on either side of his head. You peppered his cheeks and lips with kisses, moving lower to his neck and sucking kiss marks on his collarbones.

All the while he stared in awe at you, like you were his god. At this moment it could be argued that you were. 

“Please, please.” 

You knew what he was pleading for, and you gave him what he wished.

Positioning yourself above him and lining up, you sank down on his cock. You took your time before fully seating yourself. Once you did, you gave Rohan a moment. 

Your stand was a little further away now. Too much stimulation has been known to ruin the fun, so you mind your lover and allow him to take a few breaths. 

He called your name, hands struggling under yours.

“I love you, baby.”

You started moving, slowly at first, but that would not last long. 

His hips started meeting yours at some point, sending you both into a lust fueled frenzy. At this point, anything goes and Rohan used that to his advantage. He flipped you onto your back and buried his face in your neck, and pulled you closer by the shoulders.

He started chanting your name, praises, and declarations of love and adoration, thrusting harder with each word. You lightly scratched your nails down his back eliciting a low groan and earning you a few more kisses.

Without warning your climax washed over you, a legs shaking, head spinning orgasm that had you gripping Rohan even tighter.

“Cum for me, Rohan. Please!”

With your permission, he thrust a few more times before pulling out and spilling onto your stomach. He nearly fell on you as he collapsed, breath heavy with a tear in his eye.

He was never one to recover quickly to begin with, but under the effect of your stand he was rendered powerless.

You wiped your stomach with your discarded shirt before resting your head on Rohan’s chest, thumb rubbing light circles on his skin. 

“You can recall your stand now. I might break with any more of this.” He said, voice breathy and low. 

You did as you were told, humming contentedly before the fatigue overwhelmed you and you fell asleep. 

Rohan fought to stay awake, basking in this moment for as long as he could. 

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title reference

lover you should've come over - jeff buckley

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a/n | i haven't written anything in ages, i hope it doesn't show too badly, but i'm back to it so hopefully i'll get more comfortable with it soon

[deadpresidents]

Waking Up In Dallas: November 22, 1963.

Two American Presidents woke up in Dallas, Texas, on November 22, 1963. Neither of them were the two men who actually served as President on that tragic day -- John F. Kennedy or Lyndon B. Johnson.

The 37th President of the United States, 50-year-old Richard Nixon, had arrived in Dallas on November 20th for a conference of the American Bottlers of Carbonated Beverages on behalf of Pepsi-Cola, a company that his New York law firm was representing.  On November 21st, Nixon sat down with reporters in his room at the Baker Hotel, where he criticized many of the policies of President Kennedy, his 1960 opponent, who would be arriving in Dallas the next day.  That night, Nixon and Pepsi executives including actress Joan Crawford, who had been married to Pepsi's chairman, Alfred Steele, until his death in 1959, were entertained at the Statler Hilton.

In the early morning of November 22nd, a car dropped Nixon off, alone, at Love Field, the Dallas airport that would host President and Mrs. Kennedy, Vice President Johnson and Mrs. Johnson, and Texas Governor John Connally and his wife in just a few hours.  Nixon later remembered the flags and signs displayed along the motorcade route that Kennedy would soon follow.  Nixon approached the American Airlines ticket counter to check-in for his flight to New York City and told the attendant, "It looks like you're going to have a big day today."

Nixon landed several hours later in New York at an airport that would be renamed after John F. Kennedy a month later.  He described what happened next in his 1978 autobiography, RN: The Memoirs of Richard Nixon:

Arriving in New York, I hailed a cab home.  We drove through Queens toward the 59th Street Bridge, and as we stopped at a traffic light, a man rushed over from the curb and started talking to the driver.  I heard him say, "Do you have a radio in your cab?  I just heard that Kennedy was shot."  We had no radio, and as we continued into Manhattan a hundred thoughts rushed through my mind.  The man could have been crazy or a macabre prankster.  He could have been mistaken about what he had heard; or perhaps a gunman might have shot at Kennedy but missed or only wounded him.  I refused to believe that he could have been killed. As the cab drew up in front of my building, the doorman ran out.  Tears were streaming down his cheeks.  "Oh, Mr. Nixon, have you heard, sir?" he asked.  "It's just terrible.  They've killed President Kennedy."

The close 1960 Presidential election changed the relationship between Richard Nixon and John F. Kennedy, but they had once been very close.  When they first entered Congress together in 1947, they considered each other personal friends, and when Nixon ran for the Senate from California in 1950, JFK stopped into Nixon's office and dropped off a financial contribution to Nixon's campaign from Kennedy's father.  Nixon would later write that he felt as bad on the night of Kennedy's assassination as he had when he lost two brothers to tuberculosis when he was very young.  That night, he wrote an emotional letter to Jacqueline Kennedy:

Dear Jackie, In this tragic hour Pat and I want you to know that our thoughts and prayers are with you. While the hand of fate made Jack and me political opponents I always cherished the fact that we were personal friends from the time we came to the Congress together in 1947.  That friendship evidenced itself in many ways including the invitation we received to attend your wedding. Nothing I could say now could add to the splendid tributes which have come from throughout the world to him. But I want you to know that the nation will also be forever grateful for your service as First Lady.  You brought to the White House charm, beauty and elegance as the official hostess of America, and the mystique of the young in heart which was uniquely yours made an indelible impression on the American consciousness. If in the days ahead we could be helpful in any way we shall be honored to be at your command. Sincerely, Dick Nixon 

••• On the morning of November 22, 1963, the 41st President of the United States also woke up in Dallas, Texas.  George Herbert Walker Bush was the 39-year-old president of the Zapata Off-Shore Drilling Company and chairman of the Harris County, Texas Republican Party, and had stayed the night of November 21st at the Dallas Sheraton alongside his wife, Barbara.  Bush was planning a bid for the U.S. Senate in 1964 and making the rounds to line up support amongst many Texans who considered him far too moderate.  One of the groups that was strongest in opposition to Bush was the ultra-right wing John Birch Society, which had recently been lodging vehement protests against President Kennedy's upcoming visit to Dallas.

Conspiracy theorists claim that there were far more sinister motives for George Bush being in Dallas on November 22, 1963.  Some claim that Bush was a secret CIA operative involved in planning or even carrying out the assassination of President Kennedy.  Some even argue that a grainy photograph of a man resembling Bush taken shortly after the assassination proves that Bush was actually in Dealey Plaza at the time of Kennedy's shooting.

He wasn't.  He wasn't even in Dallas.  We know where George Herbert Walker Bush was at the time of JFK's assassination -- we have plenty of eyewitnesses who can confirm it.  While Lee Harvey Oswald was shooting President Kennedy, George Bush was about 100 miles away from Dallas, in Tyler, Texas, speaking at a Kiwanis Club luncheon.  Like Nixon, Bush and his wife, Barbara, had also boarded a plane that morning in Dallas -- a private plane that transported them to Tyler for the Kiwanis Club event.  While Bush was speaking, word of the President's assassination reached the luncheon and the local club president, Wendell Cherry, leaned over and gave the news to Bush.  Bush quickly notified the crowd, and said, "In view of the President's death, I consider it inappropriate to continue with a political speech at this time."  He ended his speech and sat down while the luncheon broke up in stunned silence. 

Bush's wife, Barbara, wasn't at the Kiwanis Club luncheon.  While her husband was speaking, Barbara Bush went to a beauty parlor in Tyler to get her hair styled.  As her hair was being done, Barbara began writing a letter to family and heard the news over the radio that JFK had been shot and then that the President had died.  In her 1994 memoir, Barbara included the letter, part of which said:

I am writing this at the Beauty Parlor, and the radio says that the President has been shot.  Oh Texas -- my Texas -- my God -- let's hope it's not true.  I am sick at heart as we all are.  Yes, the story is true and the Governor also.  How hateful some people are. Since, the beauty parlor, the President has died.  We are once again on a plane.  This time a commercial plane.  Poppy (George H.W. Bush's family nickname) picked me up at the beauty parlor -- we went right to the airport, flew to Ft. Worth and dropped Mr. Zeppo off (we were on his plane) and flew back to Dallas.  We had to circle the field while the second Presidential plane took off.  Immediately, Pop got tickets back to Houston, and here we are flying home.  We are sick at heart.  The tales the radio reporters tell of Jackie Kennedy are the bravest.  We are hoping that it is not some far-right nut, but a "commie" nut.  You understand that we know they are both nuts, but just hope that it is not a Texan and not an American at all. I am amazed by the rapid-fire thinking and planning that has already been done.  LBJ has been the President for some time now -- two hours at least and it is only 4:30. My dearest love to you all, Bar

As Barbara Bush noted in her letter, the Bushes did not stay another night at the Dallas Sheraton on November 22nd, as they had originally planned.  They returned to Dallas on the private jet that had transported them to Tyler earlier in the day, and caught a commercial flight home to Houston.  The "second Presidential plane" that took off while Bush's plane circled Love Field was the plane that had transported Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson to Dallas earlier that day, Air Force Two.  Johnson was already heading back to Washington, now on Air Force One, with the casket of John F. Kennedy.

••• The 37th President of the United States and the 41st President of the United States woke up in Dallas, Texas on the morning of November 22, 1963.  The 31st President, 89-year-old Herbert Hoover, was in failing health in the elegant suite he called home at New York's Waldorf-Astoria.  Within the next few weeks, he would be visited by the new President, Lyndon Johnson, and President Kennedy's grieving widow, Jackie, and the President's brother, Attorney General Bobby Kennedy.  The 33rd President, 79-year-old Harry Truman, learned of JFK's death in Missouri, while the 34th President, 73-year-old Dwight D. Eisenhower, heard of the assassination while attending a meeting at the United Nations in New York.  Truman and Eisenhower would squash a long, bitter personal feud that weekend while attending Kennedy's funeral in Washington.  The 38th President, 50-year-old Michigan Congressman Gerald Ford, was driving home with his wife Betty after attending a parent conference with their son Jack's teacher when they heard the news on the radio in their car.  Two days later, President Johnson would call on Ford to serve on the Warren Commission investigating the assassination.  

The 39th President, Jimmy Carter was 39 years old and had just gotten off a tractor near the warehouse of his Plains, Georgia peanut farm when a group of farmers informed him of the news of the shooting.  Carter found a quiet area, kneeled down in prayer, and when he heard that Kennedy had died, cried for the first time since his father had died ten years earlier.  Ronald Reagan, the 40th President, was 52 years old and preparing for a run as Governor of California.  A little more than 17 years later, the now-President Reagan would also be shot by a lone gunman in the middle of the day.  While Reagan would survive the attempt on his life, it was very nearly fatal and reminded his wife, Nancy, of November 22, 1963.  As she was transported to George Washington Hospital following Reagan's shooting, Nancy would later note, "As my mind raced, I flashed to scenes of Parkland Memorial Hospital in Texas, and the day President Kennedy was shot.  I had been driving down San Vicente Boulevard in Los Angeles when a bulletin came over the car radio.  Now, more than seventeen years later, I prayed that history would not be repeated, that Washington would not become another Dallas.  That my husband would live."

The 41st President, Bill Clinton, and the 43rd President, George W. Bush, were both 17 years old and in school -- Bush at the Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts, and Clinton at Hot Springs High School in Hot Springs, Arkansas.  Clinton was in his fourth period calculus class when his teacher was called out of the room and returned to announce that President Kennedy had been killed.  Four months earlier, Clinton had traveled to Washington with the Boys Nation program and, during a ceremony in the Rose Garden of the White House, pushed his way to the front of the line and shook President Kennedy's hand.  The 44th President, Barack Obama, was a 2-year-old living in Hawaii.

••• The 35th President, 46-year-old John F. Kennedy, would die in Dallas on November 22, 1963.  Lyndon B. Johnson, 55, would become the 36th President in Dallas that day.  But they woke up that morning in Fort Worth at the Texas Hotel.  Kennedy had slept the last night of his life in suite 850 on the eighth floor, now the Presidential suite.  LBJ had slept the last night of his Vice Presidency in the much more expensive and elegant Will Rogers Suite on the thirteenth floor.  The Secret Service had vetoed the Will Rogers Suite for the President because it was more difficult to secure.  It was raining in Fort Worth as they woke up, but the skies had cleared by the time they landed in Dallas.  Before breakfast, President Kennedy, Vice President Johnson, and Texas Governor John Connally headed outside and briefly addressed a crowd that had gathered long before the sun had come up in hopes of seeing JFK.  Jacqueline Kennedy didn't accompany them outside and President Kennedy joked to the crowd, "Mrs. Kennedy is organizing herself.  It takes her a little longer but, of course, she looks better than we do when she does it."

Afterward, they headed inside for breakfast in the Texas Hotel's Grand Ballroom with several hundred guests.  The President sent for Mrs. Kennedy to join them, and her late arrival to the breakfast excited the guests in the ballroom.  When the President spoke to the group, he joked again, "Two years ago I introduced myself in Paris as the man who had accompanied Mrs. Kennedy to Paris.  I'm getting somewhat that same sensation as I travel around Texas."  Then he noted, "Nobody wonders what Lyndon and I wear."

When the breakfast ended, the Kennedys headed upstairs and had an hour or so to wait before heading to the airport for the short flight to Dallas.  It was during this time that Jackie Kennedy saw a hateful ad placed in that morning's Dallas Morning News accusing President Kennedy of collusion with Communists and treasnous activity.  Trying to calm Jackie down, the President joked, "Oh, we're heading into nut country today."  But a few minutes later, Jackie overheard Kennedy telling his aide, Ken O'Donnell, "It would not be a very difficult job to shoot the President of the United States.  All you'd have to do is get up in a high building with a high-powered rifle with a telescopic sight, and there's nothing anybody can do."

••• Even though the trip from Fort Worth's Carswell Air Force Base to Dallas's Love Field would only take thirteen minutes by air, the trip to Texas was first-and-foremost a political trip -- a kickoff of sorts to JFK's 1964 re-election campaign -- and a grand entrance was needed.  So, JFK and Jackie boarded the plane usually used as Air Force One, LBJ and Lady Bird Johnson boarded the plane usually used by the Vice President, Air Force Two, and the huge Presidential party took to the skies, covering thirty miles in thirteen minutes, in order to get the big Dallas welcome that they were hoping for.  They landed in Dallas at 11:40 AM, and President Kennedy looked out the window of his plane, saw a big, happy crowd, and told Ken O'Donnell, "This trip is turning out to be terrific.  Here we are in Dallas, and it looks like everything in Texas is going to be fine for us."

At 2:47 PM -- just three hours and seven minutes later -- everyone was back on Air Force One as the plane climbed off of the Love Field runway and into the Dallas sky.  John F. Kennedy, the 35th President, was in a casket wedged into a space in the rear of Air Force One where two rows of seats had been removed so that it would be fit.  Lyndon B. Johnson had officially been sworn in as the 36th President about ten minutes earlier on the plane by federal judge Sarah T. Hughes.  On one side of Johnson while he took the oath was his wife, Lady Bird, and on the other side, the widowed former First Lady, Jackie Kennedy, still wearing a pink dress splattered with her husband's blood and brain matter.

Two American Presidents woke up in Dallas on November 22, 1963 -- Richard Nixon and George H.W. Bush -- but they weren't in town when John F. Kennedy was assassinated, no matter how many ways conspiracy theorists try to twist the story.  The President who died in Dallas that day, John F. Kennedy, and the man who became President in Dallas that day, Lyndon B. Johnson, woke up in Fort Worth on the morning of November 22, 1963.  But they'll be forever linked with Dallas -- and the world that woke up the next morning would never be the same again.    

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Dandelions (S.J)

Scarlett Johansson x Actress Female!Reader

Summary: When love comes between friendships.

Warning: None, just a little angsty fic.

A/n: Hello! It feels good to be back here with my very first fic of Scarlet Johansson. It was inspired by this sweet song but for some reason i feel angst from it so i wrote this. I hope you like this fic! To angst lovers, i have more coming. :D Happy reading!

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Her fingers rake through your hair, giving you soft touches on your head that takes you to cloud nine. You know you fell in love with her since the first time you both met at a charity event. Since then you both became inseparable. She has been so sweet and caring to you.

Having a picnic with her under the tree on a field of dandelions on a beautiful day feels definitely so nice and wakes up the butterflies in your stomach for real.

Her green soothing eyes locking gaze with you. The smile that was patched on her face is insanely beautiful. You feel okay when you see her smile. You look at her lips then back to her eyes. Your mind quickly plays all of the smiles and laughter when you two spend time together.

Your heart beats like crazy. She looks back deep into your eyes. You love the feelings of her body on you. You can feel her front lying on yours. One of her hands lay flat on your chest and prompt her head up. Her fingers run smoothly on your face and give a rush of soft electric waves all over your body. It's the best feeling and you can never get enough of it.

Gosh, you adore her so much. Her voice is like a melody to your ears. All the teasing sweet words she says and you love the little vibration from her body onto yours when she laughs at your jokes.

Her eyes drinking the view of you under her with awe. It gets so hard for you to breathe when she is looking at you. The sunlight for sure makes her beauty look even more flawless.

Her hair sparkles perfectly as if you see stars even though it's broad daylight.

"You look so beautiful." You told her as your right hand cups her left cheek.

"And you are so adorable." She replied, followed with a giggle as she held your right hand then kissed it softly.

"I love how I feel when I'm with you. You have made me happier since we met. I love how I am when you are with me. Promise me that you won't ever leave me." She adds and her eyes twinkles. You see her cheeks blush.

"I won't go anywhere. I promise." You smile and give her assurance she needs.

Your heart beats fast and slow at the same time as soon as you see her face get closer to you and her lips meet yours. You love the softness brushes your lips and how she doesn’t let go of the kiss for a few seconds. You can say it was a few seconds of a trip to heaven and back.

Every kiss you had with her felt so real, including this one until you heard a familiar voice interrupt everything. “Aaaand, CUT!” You feel her lips leave yours right after that. You internally complain, NO..NO, you secretly hate it.

“That was a wrap, everybody!” Pat, the director announced and everybody on set cheered and clapped at the same time.

Lizzie smiles at you and then quickly gets up, so do you. Trying hard to hide how you really feel. You smile back at her as Pat comes to the both of you.

“Lizzie, Y/n! That was awesome! I really love the chemistry both of you have! Every single kiss scene you two did really warmed my heart. Are you sure both of you are just friends?” Compliments flowed freely out of his lips followed by a joke and a teasing smirk.

All you and Lizzie did was laugh. You laughed nervously but you saw her laugh with no problem. Gosh, you wish you could hear her thoughts now to find out what her laugh means and that blush, why did she blush?

A few minutes of talk later, Pat finally left you both alone.

“Wow, today was easier than I thought. So, I’ll see you next week for lunch as we planned?” The brunette asks with an excited tone and a huge smile as her hand reaches your hair to clean some dandelions off your hair..

“Oh yeah, of course. You better not cancel on me.” You replied with your little joke. “Of course I won’t. By that time, I will already miss you, silly.” She responds. You see her smiling again but then you realize it wasn’t for you as she waves to the direction behind you.

You turn your head curiously only to find Robbie smiles at Lizzie while talking with some of the cast. Your stomach churns, your heart aches. You tried to hold back a disappointed sigh. Yes you are jealous. How could you not?

You have been secretly falling in love with her and have been there for her. Of course, by the time you decided to make a move, you also saw that Lizzie and Robbie started to see each other. You retreated yourself from your plan. All you could do now is to accept the fact that being her best friend is the only way to stay close with her and to love or care about her.

“Ohhh, Le boyfriend is here.” you tease Lizzie with a fake french accent and it makes her laugh. She rolls her eyes playfully. “Yes, y/n. Don’t be jealous, you know that I see you more than I see him, right? Plus you’ll see me again next week.” Lizzie replies with her own version of teasing. She hits your arm in a frisky way as she giggles. You and Lizzie love teasing each other casually.

”I know, I know. So how are things with you and Robbie?” You pitched the question to change the topic. “We are good. He’s just busy with his band and sometimes we argue a little but we handle it pretty well so far. It has its ups and downs.” Lizzie tells you her private life comfortably.

As she speaks, Lizzie notices a familiar face. “Oh Scarlett’s here, y/n.” she informed and her elbows nudged yours knowingly for sure that the blonde actress is here for you. Lizzie waves at her excitedly before she smiles at you and then proceeds to give you a kiss on your cheek and bids her farewell.

"I'll see you next week, okay? See you, y/n. Also, that was a good kiss scene." you feel Lizzie’s hand gently rubs up and down your upper arm followed by a teasing wink.

Your mind always wonders if Lizzie really meant all the teasing banter she does to you or it was just a pure joke to her. Sometimes you swear that she looks at you in the eyes differently as if she has feelings for you but you always think maybe you were wrong and never take any actions to it. You don’t want to ruin the friendship.

You are lost in your thoughts as you watch Lizzie do little small talks and laugh with Scarlett.

Scarlett’s voice greets you excitedly as soon as she gets in front of you. “Hey, y/n?” the older woman instantly gives the warmest hug possible. “Hi Scar.”

“How was the last filming today?” Scarlett asks while trying to keep herself together as she looks at your eyes then to your lips before her gaze gets back to your eyes again with her hands in her back pocket to contain how she really feels. She knows what scene you had to do with Lizzie today. The second you told her about it a few months ago, her heart kept wishing that it would be her who does the kissing scene with you, not Lizzie nor another actress in your other movie you play.

Her heart belongs to you. She has been secretly keeping her feelings to you all this time. You never tell Scarlett about your feelings with Lizzie but she sometimes notices how you look at the brunette whenever the three of you hang out.

Scarlett always looks at you the same way you look at Lizzie but you never notice it. She sees forever in your eyes while you are sure that Lizzie is the love of yours.

Little that you know Scarlet wishes for you all the time. When you are looking at her, she never feels so alive and free but to you, when Lizzie looks at you have never felt so happy.

“It was good and easy.” you answer and your cheeks blush as soon as you remember how the kiss felt to you. You smile awkwardly. Scarlet looks at you dearly with a little smile, thinking how happy she is everytime she sees you.

Scarlett has been venting out with you about her marriage for a while. You know in the back of your head every story she told you while she cried and you held the tissue box. He takes her for granted. You have been a very good listener and have been there for her even when she was going through her divorce until it was finalized a year ago. All the sweet things you do and care give her made Scarlett fall for you.

A lot of what if’s halt her steps to confess her feelings for you. Worry fills her heart that you will walk away from her if she does so. Her mind sometimes wonders if you will like an older divorced single mom, let alone being in a relationship with one.

“How’s the launching preparations for your new product? I’m so excited for you. Are you ready? Thank you for inviting me to have lunch with your business partner.” your hands do a little exciting clap expressing how thrilled you are.

Your words stop her bouncing thoughts in her mind. “Of course! Yes, I’m ready. Are you?” she tries to answer it as if she was not thinking nothing about you, followed with a smile.

“Yeah, let’s go.” As soon as you are about to leave, Scarlett stops you. “Wait, y/n. You forgot something."

You turn around and find her holding up to you a dandelion. "I forgot what, Scar?"

"We are in a dandelion field so at least you have to make a wish and blow it, silly. Here, one for you and one for me." Scarlett suggests with a playful smile.

"Oh, i don't know about that but okay, i'll do it." You smile with agreement and take the dandelion.

You close your eyes and make your wish, so did she.

Both of you blow the dandelions at the same time. You wish on every one that Lizzie will be yours someday and Scarlett wishes that you will be hers.

A/n: Welp, that's all for today folks! I hope u enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

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[puppethistoryhive]

looking out for you

benny week, day one: potion making

relationship: benny weir/ethan morgan, ethan morgan/sarah fox (mentioned)

rating: teen

word count: 729

summary: Benny is tired of seeing Ethan do nothing about his crush, so he gives him a push. The results do not go as planned. He cant exactly complain.

read on ao3 or below the cut

Benny was beyond tired of hearing Ethan pine over Sarah. For some reason Ethan had been into her since day one. At first Benny hoped he would just get over it. However, that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. Benny wasn't jealous, per se; but it was annoying having his best friend's attention be taken away so often. Whatever. He was a good friend, and he supported Ethan's little crush on their mutual friend.

He was always encouraging Ethan to confess, but it never worked. It was frustrating. Ethan was a fucking catch, but it was clear he didn’t view himself like that. The complete lack of confidence in himself was painful to watch. Not just because it was wildly embarrassing, it was, but because Ethan deserved better. Which is why he is currently in his kitchen making a potion for Ethan.

It was a confidence boost of sorts. At first he contemplated telling Ethan, but after a moment to reflect, he decided not to. His grandmother wasn't home either, so not a single other soul knew what Benny was up to. Luckily it wasn't a difficult potion. It was actually one of the easier ones to make. He had even taken it once himself. The plan was to give the potion to Ethan in some innocuous way before school, then get him to confess to Sarah at some point in the day. Super easy. Which did not explain why there seemed to be a sort of heaviness in Bennys chest at the thought. He pushed it down.

The next day his doorbell rang on schedule. Benny doesn't know why Ethan still insisted on doing that after all these years. He knew it was just Benny at home- Benny who was expecting him- and he’d had his own key for years now. It sits right next to his own house key on the necklace he wears under his shirt. Benny has an identical one. As soon as he heard the doorbell ring though, he was rushing down the stairs. The door wasn't even fully open before Benny started talking.

“Good morning, Ethan! I made us breakfast,” he took a hold of his best friend's arm, and pulled him towards the kitchen, “Tadaaa!” Ethan seemed taken aback, but not suspicious, though if Benny didn't know better he would say that he did seem flustered.

“T-thanks?”

“Well eat up!”

“Wow this is actually good!” Ethan got out between bites.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Ethan just replied with a look. They took one look at the clock, and scarfed down the rest of the food, before chugging their drinks, and rushing out the door.

They actually got to school on time before the bell, despite their late start. Unfortunely they had to seperate for their first class. Benny felt the ache in his chest at his friend's absence, but luckily their classes were right nearby, and close to their lockers.

As soon as the bell rang, Benny was out of his seat, and on his way to see Ethan. The potion should be setting in by now. He rounded the corner and caught sight of Ethan leaning against his locker. The heavy feeling in his chest was back.

"So buddy? How are you feeling" Benny tried to casually ask Ethan.

"Good! Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are when you smile?"

Benny was taken aback by the question- compliment?- and didn't know how to respond.

"Uh, thanks I guess?" he blushed but recovered, "you should try confessing to Sarah today." Ethan just groaned in response

"Not happening B!" Benny found that unusual. It didn't sound as self condescending as usual.

"Why not?"

"I don't actually have a crush on her"

"What?" Benny replied a little too loud.

"Dude, volume!" Benny grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby empty classroom.

"Wait no Ethan what do you mean you don't have a crush on her? You've had a crush on her since the day you met her!"

"Ugh, no you don't understand, it was easy to pretend to like her. I was worried someone would figure out my real crush." He looked up at Benny with a smile.

Benny felt sick. Ethan didn't even like Sarah. Wait, who did he like? God please don't be Rory

"Who would that be?" He covered his nerves and disdain.

"You."

[valentine-writes]

Could you write something about hanahaki disease with Johnathon ohnn? (Could end in angst or fluff either is good :3) no rush ofc, i love your work!!!

choking on flowers.

「 tws + notes: open ended ending, implications/mentions of death (but no Actual Death), unedited, OOC, interpretation of hanahaki may be slightly diff (i haven't heard of this trope thing in a hot min ngl so im not the Greatest With This), pre-collider even though his holes generating flowers is a silly thought which i giggled abt while writing this, present/past tenses are fucked up cuz i changed formatting halfway, angst?? 」

「 gn!reader, (unrequited) romantic relationship </3 」

↳ ft. johnathan/johnathon ohnn

author's note: THANK U SMMM!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ lowkey 4got thiz thing existed lolz,, and while hanahaki aus are no longer My Thing, i wud b lying if i told u i didn't eat hanahaki ficz up in middle school ＞︿＜!! sooo,, here we go!!! hopefully this is ok,, many apologies for how short it iz aauwgwhwh

this is the third time you've called him today, trying to reach out. the first two times, he had thought he was strong enough to ignore you.

he was wrong. the minute his phone rang out that third time, he practically scrambled over to it just to answer. pathetic.

"you haven't been at work for what,,, almost two weeks now?"

the concern in your voice makes johnathan want to keel over dead instantly– not like he's far from it anyways. he pulls his phone away as he lets out a weak cough. you barely hear it from your end of the call.

"...sick." is all he manages to rasp out, his sore throat preventing him from speaking further. even if he could manage to talk more, he wouldn't know what else to say. how would he tell you? the call ends prematurely. you know you're not going to get more out of him, and he knows that it's better to keep you in the dark about his situation.

to tell you about how his unrequited feelings have manifested into something much more than both of you can handle was completely and absolutely out of the question. how was he supposed to explain he had been coughing up your favourite flowers? johnathan would rather let it kill him.

not only was he humiliated by the sheer intensity of his yearning– he knew you'd end up feeling guilty about it. yet, a part of his heart ached, wishing that he was selfish enough to tell you. maybe seeing you cry over him would give him some semblance of love.

that was an awful thought. he promptly pushed it aside. he'd never want to make you cry.

he could only laugh at how frustrating his situation is. it was inescapable, his fate inevitable and ever nearing– and no one to tell.

he had never felt so alone.

at least i'll have flowers for my funeral, he thought in the deafening silence of his home, finding the energy to let out a weak chuckle over the thought.

–

a few days after the call, his phone buzzed, receiving a text from you:

i'm coming over'

straightforward, at least.

'what if you get sick?' he messages back, trying to generate excuses to keep you away.

you reply swiftly, before he can come up with anything else, unswayed by the idea of potentially catching his illness which, unbeknownst to you, wasn't really transferable anyways. 'we'll wear masks then. omw.'

lovely. you were stubborn as ever. at least you gave him a heads up.

he noticed you made no attempt to keep your distance from him as you dropped off his little care package.

all neatly put into a little basket was some fresh fruit you had insisted he needed, as you rambled over the importance of vitamin c and immune health, a sweet little card filled with "get better soon"s filled by his coworkers at alchemax most of which he knew probably didn't really care all that much, a few packages of cough drops you had been a sweetheart to actually choose ones which had bearable flavours, a blanket, a few snacks, and... flowers.

if you had known exactly what illness, he doubted this choice would have been made. he stared at them silently, finding some sort of humor in the mortifying irony.

-

you said an awkward goodbye at his door, about to turn around and head off– before hesitating for a second.

"johnathan?" the way you looked at him, eyes filled with tenderness and worry– maybe it wasn't so bad after all, for you to be the death of him.

"...yeah?"

you didn't say anything further, instead, choosing to communicate through impulsively squeezing him into a tight hug.

you pull away just as quick as it had happened, yet the warmth of your embrace lingered a little longer, even as you headed out the door. something about you caring so much made it hurt more.

johnathan wondered why you even cared, why you were so persistent about looking out for him– knowing that he'd end up watching you slip away from him again, leaving an ache in his heart nothing could remedy.

he couldn't blame you. not sweet, kind, thoughtful you. he was the idiot, the careless fool who yearned for something he couldn't have.

maybe in another life, he thought to himself.