#The sun is going down earlier so I can't stay outside for too long and if I take Uber I need to share my real time location with my contacts

[pink-limonada]

I just want women to be able to live and go outside without fearing for their lives at every second.

[sankta-starkova]

THE OUTSIDERS

009 | always watching

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summary: the one where daisy returns to camp from college and is blinded by her love for him, even as the world ends

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Daisy hadn't had a bad nightmare in months. Not a bad one anyway.

Ever since Percy, Annabeth and Grover came, something had shifted in camp and it was like the doomsday clock had started ticking faster.

That's why she felt the need to protect the kids, to shelter them from whatever storm was coming her way.

What she didnt know was that there was a force out there more powerful than anyone could ever imagine and it had her eyes on her.

Daisy was too powerful. She had too much influence within camp, too many friends. And she was a distraction for their main target.

After the quest, she had been cursed with dreams that told her about all the awful things that the Gods did.

Then they started to fade and the memories of the quest would haunt her as she slept. She had been safe for a while, but as she fell asleep two nights after the kids left for their quest, she didn't know what would be waiting for her.

In her dream, she was back where it had all started to go wrong. They barely managed to escape the garden of Hesperides where they had been tasked to find one of three golden apples.

The dragon was more than they had expected and both her and Luke managed to stumble out, barely holding onto their lives.

His arm was around her shoulders, supporting her. He had seen her get hit by the dragon but so had he. They just had to keep moving.

She collapsed onto the sidewalk, dragging him down with her as she let out a scream of pain.

They had been running for so long and exhaustion and pain were starting to catch up with her.

"Get up Des, we have to go, come on," They couldn't afford to stop. He hitched his arm under hers and tried to get her to keep running.

"I can't move," she groaned out in pain, a hand flying down to her side.

He set her down gently onto the curb and watched as she pulled her hand away, sticky with blood.

Luke could feel the bile rising up in his throat as he touched the hem of her shirt, looking into her eyes.

She nodded and he lifted the shirt up slightly to reveal the wound. She had been scratched by the dragon earlier on their escape when she pushed Luke out of the way.

He ignored the pain blossoming on his face, the cut most likely to leave a scar as he realised how much trouble she was in.

Luke thought he was going to lose her.

"Fuck, let's go," he muttered before picking her up bridal style and rushing down the street.

The sun was setting and there was nobody around so Luke punched a hole through a cars window before starting it up.

He placed her in the passenger seat and finished hot wiring the car before the engine ignited and he started driving back to camp.

When he nearly hit a curb, she looked at him confused, "Do you even know how to drive?"

"No, but how can it be too hard," he said with a shrug and she just stared at him, horrified. If the dragon didnt kill her, Lukes driving certainly would, "You stay back there, you don't move,"

She let out a hiss of pain when he drove too fast over a speed bump, jolting her and he looked over at her with panic in his eyes.

"You're gonna be alright, just stay with me," he said, trying to keep his eyes on the road whilst also looking after her.

"I'm so tired Luke," she could feel how heavy her eyelids were, just begging to close.

His eyes went wide, "No Daisy, you stay away for me. Stay awake," his hand flew out, resting on her knee to try to rustle her awake, "Keep talking,"

"I wish I could see my mum again, I wish I spent more time with her before she died," her words were getting slurred and he knew she needed help.

Every bone in his body told him that he had to do this. That there was only one place that they could go to rest.

His heart and his head were having an internal battle but as he saw the familiar Conneticut signs and buildings, he knew exactly where to go.

He took a sharp turn, not noticing the way that Daisy's head slumped against the seat before he pulled into a suburban neighbour, looking for a specific house.

Quickly, he pulled up onto the drive and parked in front of some random house.

He turned to unbuckle Daisy and that's when he noticed that she was unconscious. His hand flew to her neck as he frantically tried to find her pulse.

"No, no, no," he wanted to scream out, cursing the Gods for doing this to him. His hands were shaking, unable to find her pulse, "Come on baby, I can't lose you too,"

When he felt that steady thump of her pulse, he let out a sigh of relief, head knocking against the passenger seat in relief.

He walked to the other side of the door, picking her up bridal style once again before pounding on the door.

An older woman opened up. Her hair was brown but turning grey and if Daisy was awake, she would have been able to spot the resemblance in an instant.

It was his mother.

"Luke. My boy, come on in," she said excitingly, ushering her son in.

She closed the door behind her and Luke looked around at the house he had grown up in. It was dark and there was stacks of sandwiches lined up on the tables. Just like he liked.

"Hi mum, please can you give me alone a moment to settle in," he couldn't deal with her insanity right now.

He looked down at Daisy, wondering if his mother could see her through thr mist of not but he didn't care. All that mattered was that she was okay.

"Sure, I'll bake a fresh batch of cookies for you," she said, patting her son on the cheek before walking into the kitchen.

He cringed internally. This was the last place he wanted to be. He couldn't stand to even look at his mother or his childhood house but he had to suck it up for Daisy.

Muscle memory took him towards his childhood room and he nudged the door open with his knee before looking around.

He lay her down on what was now a twin sized bed. That's when he realised that everything else had stayed the same except his mother had bought him a new bed. It was almost like she knew he would come home one day.

"Luke," she mumbled, eyes blinking as they tried to adjust to the light.

Daisy had never felt this much pain before. Not after the car crash that killed her mum and stepdad, not when the monster attacked her on the way home from school.

She couldn't even hold her head up and if it wasn't for Luke having propped her up slightly in the bed, she wouldn't even be able to see him sitting there next to her.

He looked exhausted. She didn't know where she was or how they had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was collapsing in the little North Dakoga town.

Luke didn't seem too injured. All she could see was a large cut over his eye, the blood still slightly oozing from the wound.

He grabbed her hand, moving slightly closer to her. He had been so worried that she wouldn't wake up but now she was here. She was alive.

"I'm here, I'm here," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

He fed her an ambrosia squarez hoping that he had given her the correct amount.

"I'm really cold," Daisy said, her voice already sounding more alert.

He nodded, knowing that with the amount of blood loss she had sustained, she wad probably struggling.

"You're gonna have to sew me up," she said and his eyes went wide at the idea.

Without hesitation, he searched his house for his mothers first aid kit before returning back.

She walked him through it, telling him what to do even when it really hurt. He cleaned the wound, apologising profusely every time she swore under her breath.

He even sowed her up again. It was haphazard but it would have to do until they got back to camp.

He fed her an ambrosia square - the last one that they had - and she took a second, tasting her mother's pasta on her tongue.

She felt better nearly instantly, not even flinching as he wrapped the bandage around her stomach.

When he was down, he pulled away, a blush on his face from how much he had touched her. Normally she would make fun of him but it didn't seem like an appropriate time.

As warmth flooded her system and she began to feel better, she realised how injured Luke was.

"Your face," her hand reached up and she brushed against the skin next to it, careful not to irritate the wound.

His face flushed at the touch, "I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't care about me all I need is for you to live,"

"You've got to be alright as well," she responded, eyebrows scrunched up.

Daisy knew that she couldn't live without him. Not now and not ever.

Luke shrugged his shoulders, "Nobody would care if I died," he said, almost like he had thought about it before. His legacy.

"Loads of people would. I would," her voice was soft as she grabbed his hand, "I need you luke,"

They were silent for a second, staring into one another's eyes. Who knows what would have happened if there hadn't been a knock on the door.

"Who's your friend?" A voice said and they both turned to look at the door.

Their adrenaline was still up after the quest and it was survival instincts that made them belive it was a threat.

The woman at the door was just Lukes mother and all she wanted was to make sure they were okay. She held a plate of cookies in her hands, setting them down on the table shakily.

Daisy tried to sit up, wanting to be more polite and actually meet Lukes mother but he stopped her from going too far, hand on top of hers.

When she saw that, his mothers eyes lit up, "Girlfriend? How wonderful,'

"Mom, no-" Luke started, eyes wide.

At that point, he had only just figured out his love for her. When he saw her bleeding out, that was the moment he knew he wouldn't survive without her.

Daisy just squeezed his hand, "Let her be happy Luke," she muttered to him.

She knew what it was like when people were not fully there. They couldn't explain their situation and she knew it would hurt less to just go along with it.

"It's lovely to meet you Mrs Castellan, I'm Daisy Valance," She said, sitting up.

May had the biggest grin on her face. This traumatised woman seemed happy to be able to be with her son for a little while.

"What a gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl," she said, hands shaking as she reached forward for her son who just pulled away, "You must stay for a while,"

"Maybe a few days. Thank you for your hospitality ma'am," Daisy could see how much she wanted them to stay and it pained her to know they would leave again.

"No problem. For my boys girlfriend, you can have anything," She stepped forward, patting her leg before walking out of the room.

It was silent for a little while after that. She didnt know just how troubled his mother was.

"I thought you said she could see through the mist," Daisy said. She knew they must look bad, bruised and bloody.

"She can. Just not very well anymore," he said, a sombre tone to his voice, almost like he was trying to remember how she was before she went insane, "We can't stay for long,"

"Just for a while. I can barely move Luke," she said, looking up at him.

He squeezed her hand, just like she had done earlier, "For you. Anything," he echoed his mother's sentiment.

They ate some of the edible food in the house before she fell asleep, exhausted after the day.

Her temperature had gone up and her wound looked okay and he hoped she was going to be okay. He didn't know what he'd do without her.

When he was sitting on the porch later that night, he heard a rustling in the bushes, pulling his sword out and looking at the figure.

"Son," the man said.

He shook his head, not in the mood to talk to him, "Go away Hermes,"

"I'm here to offer you help. I can get you back to camp tonight," he promised, "You should leave your mother alone, she is fragile,"

Luke stood up, pointing his finger at his father with an accusatory glare, "My girl is fragile. She needs help an-"

His father cut him off with a wave of his hand, "I'll get you a ride back to camp. They can fix her up there,"

"I won't accept anything from you," he said with a scoff.

"I know you stole money from your mother. You're my son after all, mischevious," luke could feel the money burning a hole in his pocket. He needed it to get back to camp.

"I'm not your son. I'm nobody's son," he spat out, turning back to look at his father.

He hadn't helped him at all during his life. He had gotten through life fine without him and he didn't need him now. Or ever.

"Olay. Whatever you want to say Luke," He held his hands up in surrender, knowing it was no use, "I've called a cab and it will be here tomorrow morning. 8 am sharp. It will take you both back to camp,"

"I failed the mission," he muttered, not sure if he was talking to Hermes or himself.

"Does it count as failing if you survived?" He asked cryptically.

Luke shook his head, furious still at his fathers appearance, "If she doesn't make it then it will be failure,"

"Luke," a voice called out and his heart sped up at the sound of her voice. She sounded so frail.

"She needs me," he said, eyes wide.

At that moment, Hermes saw the pure love in his sons eyes; it was the same look he used to have when looking at May.

He turned around, opening the door  to the house and getting ready to step inside.

"Good luck my boy," He heard Hermes say before the door closed.

He went in and sat by her side, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She had this frantic look on her face that he didn't recognise.

"I had a nightmare, I'm sorry, I don't know why I called for you," she said, a little ashamed.

"We all get them," he said.

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut like it would keep out the memory, "This one was worst. There was this cloaked man and-"

He grabbed her hand again, holdig her, "Shh, don't worry about it right now. You need your rest,"

She felt weak. She wasn't supposed to be so weak. She was one of the best in camp and here she was crying, bedridden.

"Luke. Can you stay with me?" She asked sheepishly like a little child.

He moved to the other side of the double bed, tucking himself under the covers and lying down beside her.

She lay her head on his chest, feeling safe for the first time in a while. She could feel his heart pounding and she just cuddled up closer to her.

"Always," He promised. He loved her more than life itself and that's what he realised on this quest, "I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again,"

Daisy didn't even hear the end of his sentence because she had fallen asleep, so exhausted from her wounds.

He would get the taxi the next morning that his father had provided. Whilst he didnt need his hospitality, he needed to make sure Daisy was okay and the best place for her was at camp.

He struggled to sleep that night, unable to stop worrying about her and whether she was going to be okay.

Daisy in the present day woke up with a jolt, her hands pressed against the bed as she sat up.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest at the memory, her palms sweaty.

Even though the dream was over, she could still hear some voice laughing at her, mocking her naivety like there was something going on that she wasn't privy to.

Right now, she didn't want to think about it. She didnt want to relive the nightmares.

Slowly, she climbed down from her top bunk bed and looked around at the cabin. They were all asleep and she was standing there, shaking and horrified.

Without thinking, she walked put of her cabin, almost in a trance. She wandered into the Hermes cabin and everyone was fast asleep.

She turned and muscle memory walked her towards Lukes bunk. He was on the bottom bunk and she tapped him on the shoulder like a little girl again.

He opened his eyes blearily and when he saw her standing there, he knew something was wrong.

He rubbed his eyes before sitting up in the bed and finally getting a good look at her. Her eyes were red and she looked scared, more scared than he had seen her in years.

It had been a while since she had come here after a nightmare, asking for him to just hold her for a minute - it was only the second time since they started dating.

Luke knew what was wrong in an instant and he pulled her in for a hug, head laying on her chest.

"I don't know why it came back," she muttered before pulling away.

The bed was small but he pulled the cover up, encouraging her to get in with him.

She snuggled up close to him, half on him and half on the bed. She lay her head on his chest just like she had done when they were on the mission and he brushed a hand over her hair soothingly.

"I'm gonna protect you remember. You're safe when you're with me," he promised.

She nodded. She knew it was true. They had gone through so much on that quest but they were both alive and that's what matters.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, voice quiet.

She shook her head and he knew that it must have been bad. He wondered if she had been visited by the man in the desert yet.

Maybe this was the moment where he turned 100% to the cause, no hesitation.

"I'll be here when you want to talk," he promised. 

They spoke in hushed voices for a minute before she fell asleep against him.

He pressed a kiss to her head and this time, he managed to keep the nightmares away. He didn't let Kronos plague her with those dreams again.

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A/N: I wanted to include some backstory for Luke and Daisy and I hope you liked the way it was formatted. Thank you everyone for reading this, your comments and your votes all mean a lot.

[alittlebabypandagirl]

Spank away the big bad.

cw - ABDL, erotic spanking, polyamory

Emma made light steps across the polished hardwood floor, making her way through the familiar hallways of her home. The afternoon light filtered through the large windows, and the apartment seemed enveloped in a sphere of quiet. The outside word was muffled, the pleasant hum of the dishwasher seemed like a distant drone. She approached the door and carefully opened it, slowly swinging it on the hushed hinges.

The room was dark, the blinds closed to keep the sun away. But the ceiling was filled with stars in explosions of kaleidoscope colors, purple, blue, pink, all coming from a projector on a dresser near the door. There were long shelves around the room, all tidied with books and baskets filled with colorful toys. And in the center was a large bed, plush and pillowy, with several stuffed animals and pillows lining the edges. It was sunk in shallow bars to keep the precious bundle in the center safe. Emma quietly approached to peer inside the bed.

There she saw her little one, Nova, tangled up in the blankets as she sprawled across the bed. Her soft curls of red hair barely concealing her pale face, but Emma could see her sweet button nose, and her long eyelashes closed against her still-pink, tear stained cheeks. Emma gently reached down and stoked her hair, tucking the long strands behind her cute little ear so she could see her darling sleeping girl. Emma's heart swelled.

It was nice to have this moment of peace right after so much chaos earlier in the afternoon when Liam went to put her down for her nap. She had a tantrum at lunch, frustrated that she couldn't feed herself. Nova was still struggling with a few aspects of her new position, where she had an eager Mommy and Daddy there, ready to love and support her. Emma did her best as a Mommy, and she tried to calm Nova, tried to help her express her emotions. But, that only seemed to escalate it, and Liam stepped in with the dominant force that even Emma responded to, a spark of electricity going straight between her legs when he put on that voice of authority. Nova also responded to it, but they both knew she was too far into the tantrum, and what she needed was some more hands on discipline.

So, Liam picked her up from her chair, her face already red and filled with tears. He pulled her up, keeping her close to his strong shoulder as she kicked her legs and tried squirmed away. He took her to her bedroom, and laid her down on her changing table to undress her and remove her slightly soggy diaper over her loud unintelligible cries. Emma stood in the corner and watched as he picked her back up, completely naked and took her to a plush arm chair. He sat down and put her on his lap while she continued to cry, only now realizing what was going to happen. She tried to hide her face as she cried, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths, her perky breasts exposing her hard, pink nipples. Emma imagined the arousal she must be feeling, knowing her Daddy is about to spank her.

Liam stayed calm, and pulled her hands down from her face, gently coaxing her to calm down as her rubbed her back.

"It's okay, baby girl," he said softly. "I know you're upset, but we can't have those outbursts. It's not a constructive way to express our feelings. Okay?"

She nodded, her breath starting to slow down, her bright blue eyes fixed on her Daddy's face.

"Daddy is going to spank you now," he said calmly. "Not because you're a bad girl, because you are not. You are my sweet little baby. But I bet a good hard spanking will help you get all those big, bad feelings out."

Tears began to pour down her red face again, Liam bending down and pressing his forehead against hers. Emma's heart broke for her, because she understood those feelings. And she wished she could make the process of dealing with them any amount easier for this woman she loved. But Liam was an expert at it, so she left it in his hands.

Liam kissed Nova's forehead and helped her gently into position over his lap, pivoting her legs so that they draped either side of his leg, his knee pressing up against her exposed intimacy. Her round perfect ass cheeks were on display with Liam's knee opening up her legs enough to see just a glimpse of her pink pussy lips. Emma kept her eyes on their girl as he raised his hand up and landed a firm, hard slap on her bouncing ass cheek with a resounding crack.

He started slowly, letting each slap really sink into her skin, her yelps soft and muffled by the back of the armchair. Her cries became more pronounced as he ramped up, spanking her faster and faster until he was raining quick painful strikes all over the pale parts of her round bottom. She wailed out long cries, gripping the edge of the chair, and twisting her legs around his calf to keep herself from kicking from the pain. He showed no resistance, keeping a strong rhythm, as her backside went from pale, to pink, and now turning a bright shade of red.

Emma felt her lust encroach on her, bathed in the sense of authority her husband exuded and the beauty of her little taking it. Their energies overwhelmed her, sending a tingle down her spine right to a burning need between her legs. She imagined all the times she was over Liam's lap, being spanked red with tears down her face. And she relished in the look on Nova's face as she whipped her head back, her hair spiraling down her shoulders and tears running down her cheeks to her extended throat. Emma wanted nothing more than to press Nova's lips against her own, cupping her adorable face in her hands and just drink all of her in.

Liam kept spanking her, using a hand to encourage her to grind against his knee as he did. She shivered, her cries mixed with moans as he pushed her to orgasm through the pain of his slapping hand. She arched her back, her hips bucking as he held her down against his knee and continued to slap the seat spot on her ass until she slumped against him, her breath heaving again.

Liam caught Emma's eye, he licked his lips and grinned, running and hand in his hair before taking a deep breath. He reached down again and began to run his hands up and down her sore, burning cheeks. She whimpered softly, her needy clit likely on fire with sensitivity as she softly rocked her hips against him. He continued rubbing her burning cheeks before moving his fingers down between her legs, his eyes never leaving Emma's.

"What happened here," he said with a smile. He ran his fingers up and down her slick lips, the sound filling the room. He pulled his hand away and helped Nova back up, gingerly sitting her up onto his lap again. Her soft curls a wild mess down her back as she leaned against his chest.

"Do you feel better?" he asked.

She nodded, reaching up to kiss his neck softly. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."

Emma cleared her throat, her cheeks about as pink as Nova's, her body electric with desire, but she tamped it down. "Why don't you get her ready for her nap, honey," Emma said.

Liam nodded, stroking Nova's hair, softly brushing fingers against her still damp cheek. Emma could barely pry her eyes against the wet spot on Liam's knee as he tended to their baby girl. He was so good at the aftercare part, gently rocking her, and keep her snug against his chest. Emma didn't want to impose herself in the middle of it. So, she sighed and turned away towards the door of the bedroom.

"Mommy," Nova's little voice came through before Emma could leave. She turned to see her girl looking up at her from her Daddy's arms.

"I'm sorry I yelled," she said and Emma felt her heart swell again.

"I know, sweetie," Emma said. "I know those feelings are hard. I'm just happy that you have Daddy to help you sort through them sometimes."

"And Mommy," Liam said. "Mommy is here for you too."

"I know," Nova said before closing her eyes against Liam's chest, snuggling into his strong arms.

Emma left them to their aftercare routine. Liam came to find her in their bedroom afterwards, where Emma was busily attending to that growing need with her vibrator clutched in her hand. Liam smirked at her, taking a beat to soak in the sight of his horny wife before pouncing and savagely fucking her until she was a quivering whimpering mess. Then it was time for her aftercare it seemed, and she spent the rest of the afternoon in a warm bath, in a daze of pleasure and large emotions.

And now there she stood, still dazed in the calm of the explosive afternoon, brushing the hair off her little one's sleeping face, her lips slack around a pacifier and her arms clutched around a squishy stuffed animal. Emma felt another wave of those large emotions as her eyes welled. She never imagined she could love two people this much.

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[blackbloodteeth]

Past Rambles #7

Cursed

This idea heavily references the poem of the first known werewolf Soul, and was intended to be written entirely in non-dialogue. Interestingly, I later revised this idea into one I call "Werewolf on Death Street", however I also haven't mentioned much about this.

In this world, Soul's still a weapon but the rules are slightly different (in the original ramble I noted that "perhaps it's not a full body thing", however I'm later not sure what that means), and the sun and moon are normal. He gets cursed (probably still from getting scarred, which is where "Death Street" differs) and things steadily get worse for him as he recovers. As Soul's been growing distant from Maka, one night during his increased insomnia he's drawn to wanting to be outside, and when he tries to open the window, the moonlight turns him.

Maka also couldn't sleep but can feel something wrong with him. His door's locked and she tries to force her way in when she hears him in pain, with her eventually busting the door down to see a beast that then crashes out through his window.

From the wolf's perspective the city is dangerous so it escapes out into the desert to be free, Maka can sense him leaving and brings some food and water with her 'cause she knows he ain't survivin' out there for long. Eventually the wolf exhausts itself as there's not a lot to hunt around the city's walls, and she calls to him when she finds the beast resting in a hole it dug out. At first it's reluctant to go near her but Maka offers snacks, letting her hang out with him until she can lure him back to the apartment to take care of him fully.

The next day Soul wakes up on the floor of her room unable to remember what happened. He soon discovers that along with being almost completely naked, his window is also busted ten days 'til Sunday, which only adds to his confusion. Soul just decides to shower before Maka quietly makes breakfast for them.

After he eats, she explains that he's in fact cursed and that it changed him last night; obviously he doesn't know how to handle that, but both the window and him having woken up a mess on her floor is much too obvious. Soul tries to go about his day as normally as he can but can't deny that he has actually changed, such as his increased sensitivity to smell and craving meat and eyeing people's souls hungrily. Maka notices him becoming stressed and decides they should spend a few days somewhere more remote to figure things out.

They book an outing someplace with woods. As night falls, Soul's reluctant to turn again but it hurts him too much not to, and Maka reassures him that he won't ever hurt her. He then transforms and she takes him out hunting, and the wolf gets more attached, even bringing prey to her.

The next morning he struggles internally with feeling out of control as he goes throughout the day being painfully aware of growing too attached to her and the fears that fester as a result, leading him to run off into the woods thinking only about how he won't be able to protect her from himself, and how he's just a monster now. Obviously Maka finds him soon after, and even though he starts trying to convince her to just leave him to his curse, she refuses to abandon him. For a moment he still fights himself over wanting her to stay but not being able to keep her safe, until they hug it out 'cause Maka doesn't give a damn about that at this point.

That night the wolf only seeks her out. There's some playback on events that occurred up to this point, and Soul then turns Maka 'cause she doesn't want to leave him behind.

And then they go be werewolves together. Hell yeah.

For a little more rambling; before this story reformed into the one I mentioned earlier, there was also an offshoot idea where Soul's wolf form is caught by raiders in the desert after it'd run off. One version led to the thought of them trapping him and keeping him as a potential weapon (as in using the wolf for power), and another where Free ends up rescuing him and (forcefully) taking him under his wing since it's not every night he runs into another werewolf.

I believe in that version Free was just a rogue element, but I've no idea if the further branching idea of him still being part of Medusa's gang and quickly growing fond of Soul after he'd been kidnapped had been thought of around this point in time.

[toomuchracket]

got drunk on red wine at a work dinner and all I can think about is d word girly getting drunk and matty is a long distance phone (FaceTime) call away and she calls him and wakes him up but he is so in love with her he’s excited to see her tipsy and happy and chatty on the other line.

you've been out for day drinks with some of your friends, and it was meant to be a quick little afternoon meetup but things got a little bit out of hand - it's only 8pm, and you've all ended up at one of your girls's houses and you are all speeding en route to being pretty bloody drunk lmao. matty's in tokyo, and you really fucking miss him right now, because you know if he was here you'd be snuggled onto his lap passing a bottle of wine between you and smooching, and you haven't kissed him in WEEKS. you take a bottle of red and your cigs out into the garden, sit on the decking under the setting sun, and decide to facetime him because you just really need to see him right now; it's only when he answers all smushed curls and blinking sleep from his eyes with a gravelly "hi baby, you alright?" that you go "oh fuck, i forgot about the time difference, i'm sorry. go back to sleep, darlin', we'll talk later". matty's like "s'fine, babe, i'm up now. don't mind waking up at 4 in the morning if it's your face i'm waking up to", which makes you blush and giggle and matty swoon, and then he's like "how was drinks? you still out?" - when you say yes, he's immediately on alert like "you're outside alone? where is everyone?", and you're like "babe it's ok we're back at afters i'm just in the garden for a cig. look!" and you hold your phone up so he can see into the house. you nearly drop it when you bring it back down like "oh, fuck!", and matty laughs like "you're a bit tipsy, babe. take it it's been a good day then?" - you launch into an excited monologue about where you went for drinks earlier (that you're taking him to when he gets home) and what the new gossip is and what you've been up to while he's been away. your makeup is flaking and you're starting to get sleepy from the wine, but you look so cute that matty can't help himself from staring lovingly at you the whole time, barely registering what you're saying. he giggles when you yawn at the end of your little speech, like "maybe you should get some sleep, sweetheart" and you're like "yeah i'm just booking an uber to go home. some people are staying, but to be honest i can't sleep unless i'm wearing one of your t shirts. i wasn't going to tell you that cos i thought you'd be annoyed at me for stealing them lol. but yeah. miss you a lot" - matty honestly starts tearing up and smiles softly like "not annoyed at you, baby, that's cute. i'm completely yours, you know that, so why wouldn't my wardrobe be as well. and i miss you too, so much. will you facetime me just before you go to sleep? just so i know you're home alright". and you smirk like "you want me to facetime you from our bed while i'm wearing nothing but your clothes? alright, babe, i see where this is going", and matty laughs like "stop it, 4am is too early for me to be horny. just wanna say goodnight to you properly, baby", and you're like "you're very cute and i love you a lot", to which matty's like "i love you more. one more week, sweetheart, then i'm home. can't wait" <3

[northern-passage]

"What are you thinking about?"

The question startles you - lost in your own head, you push off the railing, blinking down at the ocean waves as they roll beneath the icy dock.

Merry leans her hip against the railing at your side, crossing her arms as she waits for your answer.

"I don't know," you admit, avoiding her gaze. "Thinking about… something I can't quite remember," you say slowly, staring down at your hands.

That gets a noncommittal sound out of her. She turns to look out over the water, too, folding her hands in front of her, her elbows pressed against the railing.

"The sea does that to you," she says then, and you both lapse into silence, the docks swaying beneath you, the sky darkening overhead as the sun sets over the horizon.

Merry slides closer to you after a while, leaning against you, and you glance over at her to see her fidgeting with the ring hanging from her neck. She catches your eye, quickly tucking the ring back beneath her shirt and turning away.

"What are you thinking about?" you prompt, and it just gets you an annoyed look.

"Come on. It's getting late," she snaps, ignoring your question, and you sigh, pushing off the railing and following after her as she leads you from the docks and back into the city proper.

You move through back streets and dark alleys, keeping your head down as Merry guides you back to the shoddy inn you're staying in. You haven't run into any soldiers just yet, but you're not willing to push your luck. It's bad enough as it is.

Back at the inn, the others are already turned in for the evening, though you do check in briefly with Lea before making your way to your own room. There's not much else to do - you're meant to be laying low, hiding out in this shitty port city and avoiding the parade of soldiers passing up along the coast. But you're getting rather restless - and so is everyone else, for that matter.

You let out a long sigh, reluctantly preparing for bed, and it's a few more hours still until you are able to fall asleep, tossing and turning in your bed, listening to the distant ocean waves outside.

You don't get to sleep for long, though. A pounding on your door wakes you up, and you intend to ignore it, burying your face in your pillow - but minutes pass, and it doesn't stop.

"What the fuck," you hiss, throwing off your blankets and stomping across the room.

You rip the door open, scowling out into the hallway to see Merry.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you snap, but she just shoves her way through the door, shouldering past you and stopping short in front of your fireplace.

For a despairing moment you think she might be drunk - but when she looks back over at you she is very clearly not, her eye sharp as she glares at you.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you!" she jabs a finger at you, and you just raise your hands, bewildered at her anger.

There's a sudden uncertainty that flickers across her face then, and she drops her hand, blinking over at you, taking a step back and shaking her head. You wait for her to say something - but she doesn't, instead turning back around to stare into the fire.

"What do you want, Merry?" you prompt, a little gentler this time, though your agitation is still apparent - you can't help it. When she still doesn't say anything, you begin to feel a little less forgiving.

"Merry." You take a step towards her, your voice hard. "Gods, you always do this," you scoff then, and that gets her to at least look at you again.

"How are you going to come in here like this and still stonewall me?"

"What were you thinking about earlier? At the docks?" she says after a long moment.

You blink, stunned into silence at the absurdity of it.

"What - Merry, I told you," you shake your head, running your hand over your face. "Is that what this is about? Have you just been stewing about that all night? I wasn't thinking about anything."

"I was thinking about you," she says softly, and you're stunned back into silence again, but only for a moment, before your anger returns.

"Yeah? Not Ronan?"

You think she's going to hit you for that, and maybe you'd deserve it.

"No. Ronan…" she starts, seems to consider her words for a moment - and then she does lunge at you, grabbing the front of your shirt, both of you staggering across the room until you bump into the corner table. But she stops short of anything else, just staring at her hands, at the straining fabric bundled in her fists.

"Ronan," she starts again, her voice tight, "I'm not ready to talk about Ronan yet."

That's the most she's ever even said about it - you still don't even know who Ronan is. Or was. Important enough to get their name tattooed on her neck, though. For her to still wear a ring around her neck. Merry drops her gaze then, and you reach up to put a hand over one of hers, her grip loosening on your shirt.

"I was thinking about you. What's going to happen when all of this is over," she says slowly, and then she lets go of you, pulling her hands back, your own hand dropping back to your side.

You realize then that she's leaving, reaching for the door, and you quickly step after her, grabbing her wrist without thinking.

"Merry, wait-" you barely say her name before she's spinning around, grabbing your shirt again, only this time she pulls you toward her instead of pushing you away, your bodies colliding and pressing together, one of her hands moving to grasp at the back of your neck and urge you even closer. You search her face, watching as she licks her lips, your breaths intermingling before you close the remaining space between you.

The kiss is rough, Merry's hand tightening as your own hands grasp at her hips, both of you tripping over each other as you move towards your bed. Her lips are soft, warm and wet against yours, and she teases you with her tongue, tasting you before she pulls back, dropping down onto the bed and dragging you after her.

You barely manage to catch yourself, hands on either side of her head as she reaches down to pull at your trousers. Your breath hitches as her knuckles brush against your bare stomach, her eye watching your face, your reaction, flicking to your lips as you lean closer.

She lets go of your trousers as you kiss her again, instead slipping her hands beneath your shirt, reaching up and dragging her nails down your back, the sharp pain getting a hiss of pleasure out of you. Merry's lips move against yours, and she swallows the sound with her own, moaning low in the back of her throat as you shift on top of her, your bodies pressed flush together, her heart beating loudly against yours.

She says your name then, turning her head slightly, and you pull back, breathless as you look down at her, her hands still trailing up and down your back, tracing the muscle there, her touch lighter as she skims over old scars. She presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, one more against the jagged scar along your jaw, and then she takes a deep breath, retracting her hands from beneath your shirt and rolling out from under you, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

You don't move, your breath caught in your throat, and you expect her to get up and leave then - as abrupt as she had arrived. You're burning under your clothes, her touch still lingering on your back, the prick of her nails no doubt leaving long red lines carved into your skin.

"Merry?" you say softly, sitting back on the bed, and she turns back to look at you over her shoulder, though the look she gives you indecipherable. Her breathing is still a little ragged, and she leans forward for a moment, as if to stand - but instead she lays back on the bed, reaching over to give you a very uncharacteristic kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as she cradles your face in her hands. She pushes you down against the pillows then, straddles your lap, pinning you beneath her with her hand moving to your throat.

You reach up to grab her arm, stroking the soft skin of her inner wrist with your thumb, feeling her pulse jump at the touch. And then the moment passes - whatever weird feeling constricting in your chest is replaced with the very familiar feeling of want as she pushes her weight down on you, her hand tightening around your throat, licking her lips as she leans in close and resumes the earlier urgency between you as if nothing had happened at all.

You can't ignore it later, though, when she thinks you're asleep, extracting herself from your arms and moving to sit on the edge of the bed again. You feel the mattress shift as she stands, hear her move around the room, collecting her clothes you both had enthusiastically discarded earlier. She gets dressed, pulls her boots back on, and then you hear her put a few logs on the fire - before the door opens and closes, leaving you all alone.

[ziminy]

A little too late pt.2

Where Gojo is trying to show you how sweet he can be

Tags: mdni, smut, f!reader, jealous Gojo, size difference, car sex, you get caught in the middle of it, threesome, Geto being a meanie, oral, names (honey, sweetie, etc) , manhandled, double penetration, edging, hair pulling, squirting , if I forgot something I'll add it later

7490 words.

Author's note. I tried to rush a little with this, it might not be that good but I tried my best.

Part one here . Masterlist

The room was so bright, something that made you to wake up. The bed was telling you to not get up, though. It was just so comfortable, it was like you were on a cloud. And maybe that's the reason of why the sun bothers you, since it was so bright.

After rolling around the bed, trying to find a better position to go back to sleep, you opened your eyes. Since you couldn't sleep anymore at this point. The room was so white, the floor, the walls, even the bed had no color on it. And the windows were as big as the walls. Do you even have privacy if there are no curtains? This leaves no imagination to the people outside who might be able to see inside the apartment. There were clothes everywhere on the floor, but non of them seemed to be yours. You got out the bed and looked around the room, there was nothing to see beside the mess in there. You walked to the door, trying to look around the place. It seems more cleaner than yesterday. But you can't see the tall man anywhere.

"Gojo..?" you said a little unsure. What if last night wasn't the white haired guy and you confused him with someone else? "Satoru?" you said again. But no one responded to you. It was quiet. You got out the room and finally stepped in the living room. There are a lot of doors, there is also some staircases not far from where you were. "Satoru? " you said again, walking around the couch. And then you saw in your right a room that had the door open. Walking there slowly, you took a peak inside. The guy you were looking for sat at a long table with a cup of coffee next to him and looking at his phone. Well, at least you confirmed that it was indeed him and not someone else. "Satoru." you said, half of your body hiding behind the half open door.

"Hmm?" he moved his eyes from his phone on you. "Good morning." it didn't look like morning outside.

"You know where my clothes are?"

"I put them on a chair close to the bed. But you can wear my clothes, I don't mind." you shook your head.

"I'm not wearing any clothes." his eyes moved up and down, trying to see something, even if he could only see your head from behind the door.

"Proof?" not surprised by his words. You walked back to the room you came out of. Maybe his ass didn't learn anything this whole time. "Wait, I was joking." you could hear him behind you.

"It's too early to think of how to respond to that." you said when you entered the room. Oh, he was right when he said he put your clothes on the chair. How comes you didn't saw them earlier?

"Let me look at you a little longer, don't put them on yet." his hands now on both sides of your hips, dragging you closer to him.

"Well, why do you have your clothes on? I don't find that fair." you took the cloth piece in your hands.

"I'll take them off." he said and took his shirt off in a second.

"Wait! I was kidding!" you looked surprised at him.

"Don't hide those tiddies from me." he said and got close to you again. Just holding you in his hands. His chin resting on your head.

"What time is it?"

"10 something, dunno." it doesn't look like 10 to me.

"How much do you plan to stay like this? I have to go home, we have classes tomorrow."

"Mmm." he got you in his arms and walked you to the bed, placing you on it softly. "Let's talk about what happened yesterday, what happened before that. Let's just talk about everything." he said and sat next to you. You didn't thought much about it. What if you just ran as soon as you woke up?

"Ahh. About that.." you didn't know what to say. Can he just give you time?

"Yesterday I meant it. Everything I did and say. I was an idiot. I won't lie about that. Can we talk again? I want to go back to what we was." and what were you? You two were never in a relationship. There wasn't any kind of friendship to begin with. And what could you possibly do anyway? "Say something, please." or what? Your eyes moved from the floor to his hands, then slowly up to his face. How would people react if they see you with him? What can happen anyway between the two of you? If you say no, what can you possibly do anyway? Or yes.. Oh, that's an option too.

"What exactly you want me to say?" your eyes keep moving. From the floor, to him, to the wall, maybe him, then another object in the room.

"Can you unblock me?" no. Or maybe.. Yes?

"I don't know about that." you said, playing with you finger and looking out the window, avoiding his gaze.

"You gave me a chance yesterday." you did, didn't you. Right. You did. You did? That made you realize. All you wanted was for him to take back the words he said, apologize. He did, in a way or another. No, he did. Plus the unnecessary words he wrote in that message. And now you're playing with him. What if he plans to take revenge if you say no? You're already in conflict with yourself. Adding him will just.. You gulped and looked at him.

"Listen." you finally looked in his eyes, something you tried to avoid. "Just listen careful." you said and got up from the bed. "I am unsure. I know I said and did what I said and did. But you're also not innocent. Shouldn't you ask me about it? Why I did. Why I said. Why I am unsure now."

"Why are you unsure?" he followed you with his eyes. You were waking around the room in circles, never leaving the bed area.

"Alright, listen here. Don't put all the guilt on me. You're no saint either." you stopped in front of him. "You were mean to me out of nowhere. Then sweet talked me. You made me think of you. You-" you stopped and took a deep breath. "You made me fall for you." you said without thinking. Both you and him looking surprised. "My god!" you looked concerned, while he was all a smile. "You made me fall for you?"

"I heard you the first time." his hands on your hips, dragging you closer to him in his arms.

"You don't understand! I-" you had so many questions. All he did was to kiss your belly and look up at you, since he was sitting down.

"Mmm. Me too." he said softly, still smiling.

"You too what?"

"I also love you." I mean... Wasn't him the one crying over you?

"So.. What now?" he slowly got on his back, dragging you in bed with him. You being on top of him while he kept his arms wrapped around you.

"We love each other, don't we?"

"I wouldn't say it love. It's more like I like you." he shook his head.

"It's love." you shook your head.

"Having a little crush doesn't mean that its automatically love. It's just.. Forget it." for a moment, he stood there and only looked at your face. What is going on in his head? What is he thinking about?

"Let's be together then. Love, like. Isn't it the same thing?" is he serious about it?

"Are you sure?"

"Listen. I thought at first that it was everything just because you didn't let me fuck you. But it's not that. I really want to be with you." one of his hands stood in place, keeping you close to him and the other moving up and down your body. "I was so happy when I saw you in the morning. Just stay next to me."

"Were you really that happy to see me?"

"Mmm." his eyes moved on your lips. "When I woke up with you in my arms. Or when you came looking after me."

"You heard me when I called your name?"

"Maybe."

"Why didn't you said anything then?" because he liked the way you called him. Oh, but he doesn't want to say it, you need to figure that on your own.

"Maybe I didn't heard it." you tried to get up from there. Hmmp. If he can't be honest then why should you do so?

"I knew you were only playing with me. Can't believe I almost fell for it again." he dragged you back.

"I'm sorry." he said and kissed your face. "What do you mean by again?" this isn't right, you should get out there before you say anything else. "No, wait." he said when you tried to get up again. "What do you mean by it?" he looked at you getting out of the bed.

"Why should I tell you."

"I'm sorry. I just found you cute when you looked for me." you looked at him, the dumb smile that he had on his face. The way he just stays there at the edge of the bed waiting for you to come back.

"When you.. I mean-" you coughed. "Before I blocked you.. I also thought of accepting your words." you turned around, ready to run from there.

"Really?" he got up and got right beside you.

"Never mind.." you said quietly, looking at the opposite direction from where he is.

"Then. Let's just be together." hmm.. "I want to be with you. Don't you wanna be with me?" for a moment, you looked at him and smiled. It doesn't sound bad- ah! Wait! Not this again! Why does he always made you think of stuff like this. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you from behind. "I want to be yours." the way those words sounds. "Then you'll be mine too, won't you?"

"Alright." you looked at him and said the first thing that went through your head. His smile is even bigger now. And here he goes, walking you to his bed in his arms.

"You'll let me show you how much I love you then? I slept so good last night that I have more than enough energy now." he wants more after last night?

"Wasn't last night enough?" your words made him look surprised, and then he started to laugh.

"I wanted to take you on a date. But if you want me to show my love in another way, I wouldn't say no." why didn't he said that from the start? "Don't look like that at me." he laughed and kissed you. "I have more than enough time for you." he kissed you as he laughed.

"Never mind." you said and turned your face away.

"I was joking." he kissed your cheek. He got away from you and in a movement the few clothes he had on him disappeared. He jumped back in bed next to you, he wanted to be as close as he could to you all the time. The kisses never stopped. From your lips, to the jaw, neck, shoulders. But he wouldn't let you do the same. How greedy of him.

"It's not fair." you said, making him to look at you.

"How comes?" wait. But how will he react when he hears that you want to kiss him.

"It doesn't matter.." you looked away from him. He laughed at your reaction. How cute of you.

"Come on, look at me." you turn your head to face him slowly, and he kissed you again. "You're adorable." you could feel something between your legs, something poking at the entrance of your hot core. Slowly, you could feel yourself getting filled up by him. Even the kisses stopped for a moment, both of you looking down at the way he slowly disappear into you. "You're so wet." can he ever shut up. Why does he have to say the obvious. The way he just look into your eyes as he slowly move his hips. He doesn't let you close your eyes even for a moment. It doesn't matter as long as you're also looking at him.

"Just because I'm closing my eyes doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you." you said when he kept trying to make you look in his yes.

"I want you to look at me."

"Satoru, please." you said and sighed at his hips movement, the way you could feel his dick inside you was just beyond words. "It feels good." you confessed.

"Of course it does, baby. " his forehead was against yours, now trying to pick up the pace. The not so slow yet not so fast movement, it was just right. It only made you sigh and relax your body in his arms. "You still plan to leave later?" what's with the question?

"We have classes tomorrow."

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I'll go home later." he didn't showed any kind of emotion on his face. But he stopped for a moment and try to position himself better between your legs.

"I'll give you a moment to rethink about it." huh? You looked at him in confusion. "So is that a no?" but he didn't let you to say anything before he started to move again. The movement wasn't that fast, but the way he will go all the way inside to hit that deep spot hard, just hard. He gets out just a little to have enough space to come back inside and hit it again just like the last time, making you gasp audible. Your eyes wide as you try to hold onto his arms. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll take good care of you here." that smirk on his face it made you angry. Well, something in him just never change.

"Wait-" you tried to say something, but everytime you got interrupted by the feeling of him hitting that one spot. It make you throw your head back on the pillow. You just couldn't make a proper sentence. Just how mean can he be? Didn't he said he'll be a better person? Did he? Or.. Ah, even now your mind is playing tricks, you couldn't even think of anything at that moment. "Toru.." the way you said his name was like a sweet song to him. He froze for a moment. He forgot everything he was doing or what he wanted to say. He even forgot he was balls deep inside you.

"Yes?" he forgot how to breathe.

"You're so mean." your cries only made his cock twitch. How can he have more? How can he make you cry more for him? Now he's just determined to make you cry your eyes out for him. He got back to the previous movement, this time the only thing he changed his his pace. He'll get more than half way outside your pussy ,slowly , just to get back inside hard, hitting that spongy spot again, and again, and then he suddenly changed the rhythm again. Now the only goal is to see you do more faces for him. He wants to see all, and he'll make sure to have that. He moved fast, hard, and he just made sure to give you no time to rest. Your eyes shut tight , same with the grip on his arms. It was so hard to not cry. Even if a few tears already made their presence , going down your face.

"Toru." it was such torture for him.

"Come on , let me see those pretty eyes of yours." you shook your head. Trying so hard to not make a sound. Wasn't this embarrassing? "Look at me, pretty girl." his face got closer to yours. But you shook your head again. For a moment, he went slower, just giving you enough to open your eyes for him. "Mmm, just like this." his lips on yours before he started to thrust again like the mad man he is. The whines you left out, or tried to let out, only got to him. And the tears he wanted to see did appear. Just how good can this day go for him? If a few days ago someone would have told that he would be in that situation, he would have not believe a word. Last night, when he saw you in the club, if someone would have told him that he'll end up like this the next day he would not believe it. He doesn't believe this, even if you're in front of him. This gotta be a dream. And it was a nightmare if he really was dreaming. How can he do this to himself.

"I'm so close." he sighed. He can't even make a proper answer, he can't even tell what he wants to say, he was a moaning mess. "Look at me, don't take your eyes off me." His movements were a mess, he , himself didn't know what he wants anymore. His mouth was on yours, his tongue was looking for yours, he just wanted to be with you for as long as he could. At this point, he was just talking nonsense. "Let's cum together. Let's just-" he can't even think of words at this point. Trying to match you in any way, breathing at the same time as you, even blinking at the same time.

"I can't-" his requests are too much. Too much in that moment. He kissed you again, moving a few more times before both you and him release. You were a shaking mess, trying to catch your breath, just like him. What got into him. "It kinda hurts now." you said when you finally could think straight.

"That means you're staying, right? I'll just drive you tomorrow to classes." does he even listed? "Also.. Now that we are in good terms, can you unblock me?" he said as he hold you in his arms. Oh, you still have him blocked, huh?

"Mmm.. Dunno.. I don't feel like you really deserve it." he bite your shoulder. "Eyy!" you gasped. "Alright! Alright! You didn't have to do that." you open your phone and unblocked him.

"Also, give me your number. I don't have it." you sighed and gave him your phone, and he went throughout all your apps to see your user name so he could follow you. He doesn't have one of the apps? He'll get that app in the next second so he could follow you. As much as you wanted to go home, you ended staying over the night. The next day he continued to be clingy. He dragged you in the shower in the morning, taking a shower together. The clothes you're going to wear that day are his. How could he let you go to school with those clothes you were in club with? Never. A pair of pants that you could fit another person in, the underwear that was falling off you, the shirt that was way bigger than you. Well, at least you could wear your own shoes. He drove you to your home just to get your stuff for school and then drove to your destination. He walked you to your classes and just run to where you were when he had some time in between the classes. People started to talk about you two quick.

"Gojo came back to his old self and some girl dressed like a homeless follow him around." you even got some texts asking about it. Who's the girl? Weren't you hanging out with Gojo? Spill the tea sis!

"I don't think we should be next to each other at school." you said and look the texts you keep getting.

"What?" he looked at you shocked. "Never!" he sounded offended. "How could you say something like that?" were you wrong tho?

"People keep calling me homeless. And I get a lot of messages asking about whos hanging with you?"

"And? Block them!" the way you blocked him? You wanted to say that, but you just shut up. You took a deep breath and tried to think of a solution.

"I don't want to be called homeless. Let's just meet less at school. Alright?" he gasped offended. "Oh, look at the time. Gotta go to my next class." just as you got up from where you were sitting, he also got up and followed you where you were going. The classroom wasn't that far away from you, it was just a few meters away. Something was telling him to not let you go there. He'll miss you, just like he did until you two finally got back on good terms. He was holding your hand and stopped walking. What if he kidnap you and never let you go back to you friends? What if he takes you away from the outside world? What you need is him, and what he needs is you. "I need to go."

"No." he said softly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight enough to not you move freely, trapped right next to him. "Don't go." people were looking at you two at this point. Do you really want to be known as that one couple?

"Is that Gojo?" someone said and was walking more closer and closer to you two. "Oh!" that person said surprised. "You feel better now?" the tall man only raised an eyebrow.

"Do I know you?" he said and your legs weren't on the ground anymore, now being lifted by him.

"Did you forgot me? I'm-" he walked from there to your class.

"Can't believe people are trying to talk to me when I'm busy." he still didn't let go of you.

"I'll go now." you said as he finally puts you down. You look at him slowly disappearing from your vision, slowly getting himself more and more away from you. You get inside the classroom and sat down wherever you wanted if there was a free space. You looked at your phone but you didn't got anything from him. Well, he have other things to do anyway. It's not like he doesn't have classes or anything else.

"What's with the clothes?" your friend asked when you got out the classroom.

"Boyfriend look."

"It looks like you dressed from the giants section." and your friend did not lie.

At the end of classes your so sweet boyfriend drove you home. And for the few next days you were only going to text each other and try to meet between the classes. At this point, more than half of the school and mostly everyone that knows Satoru also knows you're his girlfriend. But what news. Number one playboi finally is finally in a relationship. He looks happier than ever. And a lot of people are jealous. What is so special about you? How did you blackmail him to get with you? What exactly have you done? But why is no one asking what in the world have he done. Because everyone is pointing fingers. But no one is putting the right questions.

"Can we meet in after classes?" you look at his text. You're a little busy today, he'll have to wait if he wants to see you.

"I have something to do then."

"When can we meet?" hard to say. But after you text your friends about it, you managed to come to a conclusion.

"Around 8 or 9." it was better than nothing. And he waited patiently. He was already in the parking lot of the place you were at.

"Hey there, cutie." he said when you almost walked past his car. That made you jump, it scared you.

"You scared me!" you put a hand on your chest, trying to calm yourself. "What are you doing here?"

"Hope in. We're going to spend some time together." you got in his car. As he was driving, a hand was on you thigh, squeezing it from time to time. But as some points he stopped in the first parking lot he saw first. "I had such a hard time without you." you only sighed. And? What does he plan to do now?

"So?"

"I wanted to take you home. Maybe watch a movie or something." you nodded. "But I just want to feel you right now." you raised an eyebrow.

"Not here." but his face got closer and closer to yours. "Satoru, no." you put a hand over his mouth when he was about to kiss you.

"Just a little?" you shook your head. "Just to feel something." you shook your head again. A hand of his over the one that was trying to keep his lips away from yours and he kissed it. His yes were fixed on your face as he kissed your hand. The way you looked so shocked, speechless. Your mouth was open, but you didn't look like you could say anything. "It won't take long." you sighed. A little, huh? You bite your lower lip and nodded, the next second he was in the backseat. "Come here." how lucky of him that you can't see shit inside the car from outside, either because of his windows or the fact that's dark outside by this time, people couldn't see shit anyway. You got next to him, and he just started to undress you, kissing you as soon as he managed to take something off you. But he was indecisive. He just couldn't decide what to do faster ,you were almost naked, and he wanted to feel you as fast as he could. It took him a second to unzip his pants and free his cock from them after he took all the clothes off from you. "It would be quick, alright?" any preparation? Nope. You were already wet and hes just in a hurry. He wants to take you home and then spend as much time as you want on you. His hands on your hips, pushing you down on him. All he did was to give you a few moments to adjust a little. Then he started to guide you up and down. You let out sighs and gasp, he's just touching all the right places. And then he decides to go all the way in, touching that spot that made you melt in his arms. Your head rest on his shoulder, and he kiss your neck since he have access to it. The little sighs he let out from time to time, his moans are so quiet, he could feel you squeezing him every time he let any kind of sound out. "You like to hear me that much?" his hot breath gave you chills down your spine. It was something you can't really explain.

"Maybe." he also liked to hear you, he won't lie. His phone rang. Who in the world might be? He didn't even look, his phone is on the driver seat anyway. And why would he try to ruin this moment by answer to who ever is calling? He wrapped his hands around you, letting you move however you want. His kisses go from your jaw line to your chest, and he would go as down as he could, if he could more than that at the moment. His phone rang again. He was angry at who ever keeps calling him. And then someone sat next to his car, and then his phone rang again. He could recognize that person everywhere.

"I can't believe him." he sighed and made you stop for a moment. He took his phone and texted who ever called him. But he just stared angrily at the phone.

"Did something happen?" he let his head back, resting on whatever it was behind him.

"You can wait until we go home, can't you?" it was him who started it anyway. He get you off him slowly, he tried helping you to put your clothes back on and when he thought that everything was alright he got out the car. You could see him talking with the guy that was next to the car, and all you did was to hide behind the drivers seat. Gojo got back in the car, now back in the front seat while the guy that he was talking to also got inside, sitting in front next to his friend.

"If your were in the car why didn't you respond to me?" the guy who just got in the car rolled his eyes.

"I was busy." the white haired guy said. The other one looked with the side of his eyes back, finally noticing you. He look at his friend then back at you. So this is how it is, huh? Should you say anything? You played with your fingers and looked out the window.

"Is it just me or it's a little stuffy in here." you let your head down. This was so embarrassing.

"Shut up." the white haired guy said annoyed. He drove back to his place. It was so quiet until you got in the apartment, witch his friend also walked with you two there.

"Well, I got what I needed. I'll go now." the black haired guy said. "It was nice meeting you, Y/N." you looked at your boyfriend and that guy finally left.

"That guy." Gojo sighed. His eyes quickly moved on you. "So where were we?" his hands back on you, one on your ass while the other was trying to get your shirt off. He kissed you so hungrily. He was slowly guiding you to the couch, letting you on it as soon as he got off your shirt. Your pants and whatever you had on you disappeared, now being naked once again. His shirt was laying somewhere on the floor, probably next to yours. He kissed you again, his tongue in your mouth and dragging you closer to him every time he could. He bearly let you breathe, only trying to deep the kiss more and more. The rest of his clothes now somewhere around the room. Getting on top of you as soon as he could, getting inside you and starting to move his hips as fast as he could. He let out some deep ass groans, the grip on your thigh was so tight it might left a bruise on you.

"Toru." the way you said his name was more like a moan. The way everything felt was just.. No words to explain. It was a feeling beyond words. It was hard to try to even think about trying to explain. You cupped his face in your hands, his eyes on you and the expressions you make.

"I forgot something." that voice made you jump, since it scared you. Why does that guy keeps interrupting you two?

"You're here again?" the white haired guy said looking at the guy who was walking around to find something.

"I didn't know you two would get to it as soon as I leave." lies. "But now that I'm here." he got closer to the couch. "Make me some space. Lemme join." you looked at your boyfriend. What would he say? He sighed and moved his eyes on you. Your heart was beating so fast, both of their eyes on you. The white haired guy could feel your walls clanging on him.

"Alright." huh?

"Wait for me then." the black haired guy walked into a room. He knew that place like it's the back of his hand. Then he walked out with a box condoms, throwing on the couch as he take his shirt off. Your boyfriend sat on the couch next to you. Something like this would have happened at some points, since he did have lots of threesome that includes his friend.

"Is it too late to back out now? I'm kinda scared.." you said it quietly, mostly for your bf to hear. All you got back was chuckles from both of them.

"Oh? But isn't this a cute one?" the black haired guy said.

"Why are you scared? Aren't I here?" your boyfriend said. They had something in their eyes, it was hard to explain what it is. It's just.. Scary. That's the only word you could think of. It's like, if you close your eyes they might eat you alive. "Okay so, lay down here." the white haired guy pat the place next to him. But it didn't really matter how you sat, because you woke up with someone turning your around. Now you were laying on your tummy, ass up and you felt a cold hand slapping your ass. Shouldn't you at least talk about a better position?

"Don't take too long to think, just do so." your boyfriend didn't said anything about it. Now you were in between Gojo's legs. Behind you being his friend, who you heard just so much about him.

"Don't worry about it." your boyfriend finally said something. "I'm here." was he supposed to not be here? What's with his words? You gulped when you felt something poking you from behind. This soon? Shouldn't they give you just a little time before anything starts. "Open your mouth." you looked at your boyfriend with big eyes. Well... If this is how you'll die, then at least they should make it enjoyable for you too. You gulped and did as the blue eyes guy said. His hand on your head, both holding your hair to not get in your face and also slowly guiding you down. And at the same time, the one from behind you made his way inside you. Oh, but how easily he just slipped inside. You close your eyes shut. This made you feel way too full. "Just like that." Satoru sighed, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. But his friend, Suguru didn't gave you no time to chill, he was just thrusting into you like a mad man. You wanted to say something, but all you let put was muffed cries. And your boyfriend just pushed your head trying to fit more and more of himself inside. You tried to say something about it, or do. But all he did was to look at your face in amusement.

"It doesn't seem like your little girlfriend know how to do much. Just look at her." oh, he talks like he could do it better if he was in your place.

"I don't think she liked your words." your boyfriend looked at your angry face.

"Oh, yeah?" he slapped you ass.

"I don't think she liked that either." it hurts. I think he even left his hand print on your ass. You slapped Gojo's leg softly. Don't give him ideas, you thought. "I think you forgot something, dear." he moved his hips forward making you gag. Can you believe him? But the little fun time ended when they actually started to fuck you. Your knees almost gave up on you, but it wasn't like you could feel your legs anymore by that point. And your boyfriend and fucked your mouth deeper and deeper, trying to get as deep as he could. If he hold your hair earlier, now his hand is replaced by Geto's hand. "Don't do that." your hair was now released from his grip. But now your boyfriend is fucking your throat, it didn't matter if you moved your head, he helped moving it or his hips moved to go as deep as he could. Both of their thrusts because more aggressive. And at this point, Suguru was the one who was holding you up. You seemed like you were about to fall if he didn't. But just to give you something to forget about it, or help you release faster, he started to rub on your clit. And the way he was penetrating was like he never left that deep deep spot alone. One of the motives of why your legs were like jelly. Oh, but how mean of him to stop everything he's doing when he could feel your walls tightening around him. Only for Satoru to cum in your mouth, so much that you couldn't even keep all of it inside, spitting some of it.

"No more." you said breathing heavily. But your words looked like they never got to them. You looked as you boyfriend put a condom on, sitting back on the couch and putting you on his lap. No words were needed for them to know what they'll do. It was like they shared the same mind. Gojo slowly made his way inside you, and it looked like his friend had the same idea. His finger slowly brushed against your clit, making you tremble.

"Look at you. You didn't even cum and yet you're like this." you had a soft expression. What are you supposed to say to this guy anyway? It's not like you could do much against these people. But now you're looking at him also trying to get inside you.

"It won't fit." and how could they fit? How can they believe they could fuck the same pussy at the same time?

"It would." your boyfriend says as if he knows that.

"Listen, it's not going to fit." you were scares. What if they can?

"Your face doesn't tell me that." Suguru said as he's trying to push himself inside. "Get a little outside and then we'll try to enter at the same time." and who came with that plan?! You shook your head. Nope, just not. You were already at the edge of crying as you felt both of them trying to get inside.

"Relax. Of course we can't get in if you don't relax." would he relax if he was you? And all your boyfriend did was to hold you in his arms, leave some kisses on your shoulder. But somehow that relaxed you a little, until you weren't relaxed anymore, remembering what is going on. You could feel them inside. The way it made you feel.. It hurts. It really does. You never been stretched this much before. It should be illegal to be able to something like that.

"I can't- I can't-" you shook your head.

"Isn't it a little too late to say that? Aren't we inside already?" this guy is pissing you off. Did anyone listen to you when you tried to say something? And he still dares to say anything about it? The audacity. You placed a hand on the chest of the person in front of you and shook your head.

"No more." your boyfriend could see your expressions so clearly even if he was behind you, holding you on in his arms. One of his hands now over your eyes.

"Don't make that expressions for anyone else." he whispered in your ear. Is he jealous? Now? Well, why couldn't he be be jealous earlier? Like, he could have said something back then and now it would have been only the two of you, but no. Geto only laughed.

"Never fuck with couples." he shook his head. "It's too late to change your mind now. You'll have to share your girlfriend with me." you tried to get Gojo's hand away, but all you could do is take a peak at Suguru's face. He was a smirk on his face that you would have bet all your money that he was Satoru if you didn't know better. But his words and face only made your boyfriend angry. His hands now wrapped around you, it was like he was trying to get you as close as he could to him, even if your were staying in his lap.

"Toru." you said when his grip became tighter.

"Listen to your girlfriend, Toru." it was like this guy wanted to fight. You look at him and shook your head. If he could really read minds, but he probably know what you want to say even without reading minds. Don't. Because your boyfriend was his friend. But why do they need to fight now? And then your boyfriend finally moves his hips, making you jump when you felt him going deep to touch that place that get your knees weak. "But you don't have to be jealous, Toru." Geto said and also moved his hips just as soon as Gojo got a little out. "It's not like your girlfriend loves me more." you slap his arm softly. This will get you no good if they continue like this. "Look at the way she's touching me." you gasped. This was all intentional! This was all a scene! It was planned! I tell you that. But your boyfriend took his words serious. Now both of your hands pressed to your chest as he holds them in one of his. The grin on his face never disappear. It pisses you off so bad. And he even dares to put his hands on you. One of your legs over his shoulder while the other was to your chest, him holding the back of you thigh in place. But you couldn't even look mad by how they were moving. When one was getting in the other was getting out, leaving you no time to think. Your head was resting on your boyfriend's shoulder. The cries you left out were mixed with moans. It hurts, it was also feeling good, but it mostly hurts. Gojo's free hand traveled to your pussy, starting to rub your clit. Only making you to arch your back. You tried to not move, but it was just impossible. Oh, but the way Suguru took advantage of your boyfriend having his hands full. His free hand now on your chest, squeezing one of your boobs.

"Stop- stop- my god." you cried out. You felt something coming and it was just not good. "I can't- i really-" you couldn't even finish your own sentences. But that didn't stopped anyone from what they were doing. No, in fact, it only pushed them to go faster, trying to get close to that sweet release too. Your boyfriend rubbed on your clit faster, and the way they thrust only made you squirm in their arms. "Toru, please. No-" it was just so embarrassing the way you felt. You didn't want to do that, it's just- no. But Gojo only kissed the back of your neck. And followed by him was his best friend, who made sure to kiss your lips just so passionately while your boyfriend was looking. That only made Satoru to bite on your neck. Making you whine. If it wasn't enough that you were already crying, hot tears racing down your cheeks. And them bullying you? Both of them could feel the way your walls are becoming tighter and tighter, and oh my- you squirted all over Suguru's abdomen. But you were still crying, and they seemed to be so close. Can you hang there a little more? Wait for them. Just a little more. As you were finally calming yourself, both coming back from your high and calming your body to stop trembling, they also finally released. Now feeling empty when they got outside. You were just so stuffed a moment ago and now it was like you could finally breathe.

"Don't relax yet. The night still young." that only made you to sigh. If only someone could have warned you earlier.

Author's note. As much as I want what I wrote, I am afraid as heck of it. I would just cry. Not my thinking I could take them🙄✋

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 14

Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.8k (whoops.)

A/N: This is the biggest headcannon in the story, I hope you guys are alright with this! (There was a hint at this earlier in the series! Did you notice the octopi and tentacle on his first banner?)

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The next day, you ask your teammates if there's a library around. Yesterday, you read all three volumes of Naruto that Mask had given you, then put the book beside the plushie you had themed after him. It was very nostalgic, and reading it made you feel much more at home, but you wanted more.

"Oh, yeah! It's kinda small, but there is one not too far way. You'll still need the train to get there, though!" Milo sends you the address on your phone and you thank him, making your way to the nearest train station.

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It's a small library, you note from the outside. You doubt that you'll find more from the Naruto series, but it's worth a shot. Once you enter, you see how filled to the brim with books it really is. It seems to be well kept. There aren't a lot of people here today, probably since the weather is nice. The sun can't be seen, but the rain has stopped. It's a nice kind of warm outside, perfect for some turfing. 

You browse around, looking for the manga section. It is still an old building, so lots of the signs can't be read easily. You also wouldn't be surprised if the manga section was only half a shelf in size. After a long enough time of searching, you decide to try to find someone that may know the place better. 

You go to the first person you see, and probably the only other one there, who appears to be in the recipies section. They have a book in hand, and you're about to tap them on the shoulder. 

Wait a sec, is that a special forces beret? And that color of jacket, definitely a forge inkling parka. Not to mention their ink color. It must be!-

"Ah, hello. May I help you with anything?"

He must have noticed your presence.

"Do you happen to know where the manga section is? Or rather, if there even is one?"

"Yes, I do believe it's just around the corner. This way," he begins to walk, almost march, towards a bookshelf a row or two down. Definitely Army. 

No wonder you missed this section, the manga only covers two shelves and is in the dead center of the aisle. You spot a couple of different series, ranging from Attack on Titan, Your Lie in April, to lesser-known series like Servamp.

You search a little higher up and there it is, Naruto! There are volumes 1-9, currently missing 8. You excitedly reach for volume 4, grabbing it off the shelf. You’re unsure of how many books you’re allowed to take out at once, so you turn to Army.

“Um, one last thing, Army?”

He turns back to you, and you ask him.

“We’re allowed three at once.”

“Oh…”

He notices how you lose part of your exciement, and quickly comes up with a solution. He’s quick on his toes, as expected.

“There’s a sitting area at the back of the library, you could always sit there and read the volumes you can’t bring home. If you’re uncomfortable being here alone, I have no problems sitting near you. I do have a few novels I’m interested in, after all.”

“That’s really kind of you! There’s no need for that though, I wouldn’t want to bug you.”

You laugh nervously, holding a couple volumes close to your chest.

“Oh. I was going to stay and read either way. I was not expecting that answer.”

You jump up a bit, surprised at how blunt he is.

“That’s okay too! I do have lots of respect for the S4 as well as team orange, so it’s completely fine!”

He gives you a curt nod, and goes off to presumably grab the novel he wanted to read. You try to find the back of the library, finally picking the seat of your liking. You’re about a chapter in when Army comes back, situating himself at a seat with a mini side table attached. He puts his bag down resting right beside his feet. It seemingly has a manual, post-it notes, pencils, inkling-safe water, and you could guess whatever else he may need throughout the day. He places his pencils on the table along with his manual, and you notice how he adjusts his pencils to be in order of tallest to shortest, then makes sure his manual is square in the corner of the table.

The two of you read in silence, every once in a while Army will jot down notes, probably about his novel.

You finish volume four, and you can tell he’s already nearly halfway through his novel. If you could guess, it’s probably 300-400 pages long. He’s a quick reader. The two of you continue like this until you’ve finished volume seven, and he’s finished his third, smaller novel. He’s just taking notes now on his last book. You stand up, going to put the books back where they came. He follows you, and you’re unsure of why. You make it back to the manga section, putting the books back and browsing the other series.

“I saw Mask read the ’Servamp’ title. It seems there are nineteen volumes in total, so they’re all here. He read until the end of volume nineteen, during a team meeting might I add, but that’s not important. I think you may want to check it out if you haven’t already.”

Just full of information, huh? Well, if Mask liked it, it’s worth a shot. You go to grab volume one, accidentally knocking down another book. You quickly go to reach for it, but apparently Army had the same idea, and the two of you bonk heads.

“Whoops, sorry! Are you o-”

He quickly catches his beret before it hits the ground, putting it back on his head and adjusting it to put it back in perfect place.

The two of you stand in silence, Army looking anywhere but at you.

“...You did not see anything…did you?”

You think for a moment, of course you saw. You’re a natural at taking in information at break-neck speed and adapting to it.

“I may have. Does it matter?”

“Please do not tell anyone, not even the S4 know.”

He analyzes your expression.

“You don’t seem to be surprised.”

“I would never tell anyone, you can trust that. And I might of had a hunch.”

You could tell he was nervous, afraid that somebody was now fully aware of his secret. You could see the way his shoulders just barely relaxed, and how he let out a sigh of relief at your words. His cheeks were still  tinged much more orange than usual, and he hasn’t looked you in the eye once, until he asked you his next question:

“What gave it away?”

You slowly walked back to the back of the library, making sure he was following you. You looked around to be certain again that no one was around, and even then, you kept your voice low out of respect for Army.

“Well, my teammate is a big fan of you, so I get to see lots of battles, posters, that kind of thing related to you. I’ve noticed that your ears are rounder than most, you frown to make your eyes appear smaller, and you often keep your mouth closed to hide your teeth. They’re not very sharp, but one of the teeth that ‘should’ be more defined is not. And I’m sorry about mentioning this, but, your height, too. I see that your Punk Cherries are taller than most pairs, so I’m assuming you have lifts in your shoes to make you a little taller. But even then, you’re much closer to average male octoling height than inkling’s.”

You realise everything you said, and you begin to twiddle your fingers and bounce your leg. Army also notices your face heat up.

“Damn, that makes me kinda sound like a weird fan, huh? I’m so sorry- I should probably mention that I draw too, so I really have to pay attention to details-”

He takes a minute to take in all the information, and the last sentence.

“No, I understand, I’m the same way. I didn’t feel the need to mention it, but I’m aware of your skills, I’ve seen a few of your battles. You were also at the ‘party’ after Team Blue and Purple’s battle, where we had the curry that I had made.”

Oh, he understands. ‘Thank cod that he doesn’t think I’m weird. I hope. Or maybe he’s just being nice.’

You continue to overthink, but his next question pull you back.

“Then what about the inkling mask?”

“You draw on the rest of your face paint daily, don’t you?”

Maybe his bluntness is rubbing off on you.

“That’s correct. I’ve done just about everything I could to hide my secret.  I find it impressive how you pay attention to detail, well done.”

You can still tell he’s nervous, and he has every right to be, had he run into anyone else. You are still somewhat of a stranger to him, you’d be nervous too. But you want to offer him the most comfort possible. You’re about to reach out and rest your hand on his shoulder as comfort, but decide against it.

“Army, hun. I swear to never tell anybody, not even my closest teammates. I understand how big of a secret this is, and how important to you is it that this doesn’t get out.”

You try to think of a way to reveal that you know about friendly octolings, then you think; just be honest. Well, kinda.

“I’ve also been to this new place called Inkopolis Square. They have lots of octolings, and the population is almost the same as inklings out there. All of the ones I’ve met have been very kind and friendly, so I hope that this assures you that my view of you has not changed. Really, you only confirmed my headcannon.”

The last part is quieter, and ends with you scratching the back of your neck.

“Well, I hope that I can trust you. Thank you for being truthful, and please, please, keep your word. This could change many inkling’s view of me. I don’t want to stand out any more than any other S4 member.”

“I’m aware.”

You don’t know how to make him any more comfortable, besides taking this secret to the grave. And that, you will.

“Thank you. I hope to see you in the near future and perhaps battle you. Your team is quite strong, you know.”

“Of course. Have a good day, Army. See you and the Orange Team soon.”

"Is your head okay, by the way?"

"...Yes, thank you for asking."

You check out a few volumes of Servamp, and make your way home. 

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May.4.23

[malikselfindulgence]

for the oc x canon ask game !!!

(SORRY ITS SO MUCH SNSJSJSH)

durianshipping:

[🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?]

[👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?]

grapefruitshipping:

[🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?]

[🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?]

[💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?]

- @miffysrambles 🩷🐰

HIIIIOH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ..... RANTING AHEAD imvery normal as you can See . This is literally SO SO long I'm so sorry oh my god

[🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?]

Oh jesus christ Morshid actually has a whole crisis about this . Morshid thinks ONCE Wukong's laugh sounds nice and he literally can't look Wukong in the eye for the next week . He doesn't handle it Whatsoever . I think w Sun Wukong it's a sort of quiet acceptance . Mourning what they could've had had they met earlier or had they been different people . Doyou get me . They're too jaded for this to work out now but something in him still wants to try anyways . Fear of losing the dynamic they've built up already by these new feelings but being unable to quiet them enough to keep this fighting and hatred up . GUYS .

[👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?]

Morshid may not show it but he's genuinely very afraid of what the future holds for them- SO much has changed in the course of the show for him, he's had his whole worldview practically flipped upside down, almost lost the one person he cares for, and now has to build a life outside of Marek and his mission . I think Morshid wants Wukong to be a part of that life, or to share it with him, even if he won't admit this, but the thought of taking that first step towards it scares him. I think Sun Wukong is very tired, and even though he thinks it's unrealistic for people like them, he still likes picturing a bigger bed and two mugs perched on his kitchen counter and a new head for the little monkeys to groom and play with . Unbeknownst to them this future is not as far as it seems :3

[🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?]

Marek to like an insane degree- her brain turns off completely around Mei . I do think Mei notices SOMEWHAT but doesn't really comment on it accepting it as like a Marek Thing . Mei first assumes it's a negative reaction and tries to stop doing whatever prompted it but then Marek very tentatively initiates and Mei realises it was actually positive :33 Mei is aromantic 2 me in a different way than Marek and their switch from friends to Whatever-They-Are-Rn is like gradual and natural to Mei and more bumpy or confusing to Marek

[🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?]

MK gets called in the middle of the night by a hysterical Marek going "I TBINK I LIKE MEI?????" and they have a full incomprehensible 2 hour discussion that reaches no conclusion . They're both aromantic and confused as fuck . MK is basing all his knowledge off crappy rom-com films like "okay okay do you get butterflies when u see her?" and Marek very seriously considers this and goes "I think I'd describe it as a bowling ball knocking down pins except the pins are my organs and the bowling ball is Mei's cute face." and MK's like taking notes . He tries to prompt Marek to confess to Mei but he's SO fucking bad at it and so not-subtle that all it does is make Marek tackle him to the ground to shut him up . Goobers .....

[💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?]

They're Both aromantic 2 me teehee and to Mei the shift to romantic-adjacent territory is not a very big deal . The devotion and being comfortable enough 2 be your worst self around the other and trusting them to love you through it though ..... thisis like as close to a confession as these two will get . I do think Marek TRIES to plan confessions but there never seems to be a right time and gradually they form a relationship they're both happy with and Marek realises they don't really need an "official" title or for it to be spoken aloud .... they love each other and that's enough for them :33

[elminx]

As of the end of August 2023, I am caring for 42* houseplants (including propagations since they require separate care).

Of these 38 are in what I would call my permanent collection.

My oldest plant (the plant that I've had the longest) is my spider plant. My newest plant is a Dragonfruit Cactus. My oldest plant (age since propagation) is my Hoya publcalyx which is rumored to be 20 years old. My plant that is still in water is a NOID cane begonia. I'm feeling fairly lucky at the moment because I have very few "problem" plants. I have a Peperomia caperata that hasn't ever thrived in my care (it's in the three-leaf club) and my Cyclamen has been battling aphids off and on all summer. This is better than when I last recorded a planty update in December and I was having problems with the peperomia plus by aloe and jade props. The succulents have spent the last five months outside in my shaded backyard and they will likely remain there for another month or two more. I think that the higher light and harsher conditions helped to harden off my babies and I'm hoping has made them much more resilient. I intend to pick one of my three jade babies to keep and see if anybody wants the other two. Grow light space is going to be at a premium.

The only thing in water at the moment is the NOID cane begonia that I picked up right before I went on vacation. The prop was on more than a foot of cane and I wanted a more compact plant so I chopped the plants at the tops and am now rooting 12 top cuts and the canes by themselves. In other words, some people are getting begonias for Christmas this year.

I'm working on figuring out what types of plants I want to care for. There are a few plants that my partner is attached to that I'm keeping, but otherwise, I'm being very intentional and trying to find and keep plants that my house and I get along well with.

So far my favorite genius is Hoya though Scindapsus and Bogonia are in the running. My favorite plant during the month of August is my Begonia Flamingo Queen who has been producing an amazing display of salmony blooms all month long. The runner-up is my newest African violet who also bloomed for the first time (she's bright pink and has ruffly flowers!). You might sense a theme there.

My favorite non-flowering plant this month is my Hoya carnosa Krimson Queen because I love watching its leaves emerge with gorgeous variegation.

The growing season has treated my plants very well this year.

Without accounting for the two mature Golden Pothos in my care, the plants with the most growth were my Begonia Flamingo Queen, my Cebu Blue, and my NOID Hoya whose new growth started turning red this month (it wasn't red earlier in the summer?).

The height of the summer has past us now and it is already starting to cool down some at night. My plants get better light in the spring and in the fall so we're going into ideal sun positions but the plants will lose the high temps that they've been enjoying. The humidity tends to stay high through most of Autumn here, so hopefully they will get that for a bit longer, too.

Winter is coming. It's being predicted to be a cold and wet one for us here in the Northeast. I know that I need to acquire at least one more set of grow lights as my taller plants can't fit on the plant stand anymore. I think that I know what I am going to do and I can share more details once I've completed the project if people are interested.

I also need to plan to bring the houseplants that have been living outside all summer back in. I'm very paranoid about bugs so each plant is going to keep a thorough pest treatment and I have a quarantine zone, so that SHOULD be worked out.

The snakes have their own zone of the house anyway, so I'm not concerned so much about them but all my other succulents need to go back onto the top shelf of the plant altar. I think that there's enough space on my plant stand plus the northeast corner of my living room to get grow lights on all of my plants but...we will see.

This winter's other experiment will be to see whether I can grow golden pothos in my Northern windows. (I live pretty far north so in the dark times they get very little light) I'm also training of the two to grow up my walls so we'll see how that goes.

My easiest plants are the snakes and the dragons (Sansaveria and Dracaena). My highest maintenance plant is my Flaming Queen because she's been thirsty and dropping flowers constantly. My cheekiest plant is my NOID Hoya which grew a tendril away from the grow light and onto the shelf above where I keep my witch supplies. The best variegated leaf goes to my Hoya australis Lisa. The best green leaf goes to my NOID Hoya.

I have spent $110 on houseplants this year. The most expensive houseplant I bought was a Philodendron painted lady that I bought at a reasonably mature size for $25. The least expensive plant I bought was the Dragonfruit cactus which I got for $4 by using a coupon.

I bought seven houseplants and traded for or otherwise acquired another 14 cuttings on top of that.

I'm feeling pretty full on houseplants just for space reasons. Eventually, all of my Epiprenum and my Scindapsus should be mature enough to hang in my windows but until then, some of them need to vie for table space. A woman to whom I just gave a Rosa rugosa bush said she might drop me off a cutting from her Hoya, but, otherwise, I might be done for this growing season.

My goals for the year were: vines for days, harden off the jades, rehab the aloe, Grandfather cactus, growth on the Krimson Queen, to propagate the Monstera and the Peperomia, and to get more comfortable with watering. I'm feeling pretty good about all of these things.

*I am not counting either of the two avocado pits that I am trying to root since neither has any progress yet

[butterscotchblues]

329.

i may have girlbossed a little too close to the sun this weekend.

first of all, i've been out every night since thursday? truly only family (including chosen) could make me do a triple night out, my god.

thursday i went to dinner and a play with my parents. which was a real sweet time. took them to my favorite halal cafe up the street from me and then went to see 'the wash' at synchronicity theater. my mom knows the playwright and i believe this was her first major production, if i'm not mistaken. her mom and mine have been friends since we were in elementary school so we've kinda grown up adjacent to one another? anyway, it was really good and i'm both proud and inspired. i keep thinking about what it took for her to get her script onto a stage and wow. being a creator is unlike anything.

that night was quaint and slow, 8/10. -2 cause i started my period and i was unprepared like fuck. i had on cream pants too, wtf was i thinking? but everything worked out. pants still intact. i'm too grown for that type of miscalculation lmao.

earlier in the week pro called me and said that she wanted to take coco to the strip club since she was going to be proposing on saturday. i agreed because, sure. when she called on friday though, we thought maybe bowling would be more coco's speed. coco loves bowling lol. so i thought that's what we had agreed on. i pull up to pro's and i'm there for like two hours before coco, her brother, and nia pop up. turns out.. we hitting the booty club. my god.

being sober in the booty club is wild as fuck. a first for me. it turned out to be a good time though, can't lie. i hadn't been since like 2018 when i used to perform at onyx on mondays. we all sat at the bar, settled in, they all pregamed before and resumed drinking once we got there. me? water on the fucking rocks. i didn't plan on doing anything forreal, i just came to support coco and be with the homies. i took out $100 and didn't even plan to spend it all. we on a budget round these parts baby.

but then i saw this one dancer LOL.

she was on the stage wearing this black fishnet bodysuit. she had a white satin bow in her head fastening a long black ponytail. she was wearing two pearl strand necklaces too. idk but the pearls really set it off for me. she looked like an amalgamation of all the brownskinned 90's sitcom actresses. i kept my eye on her for a while til coco caught on and called her over to me for a dance. this nigga lol. the dance was good. awkward because i didn't count on having a strangers bare ass in my lap when i was at work earlier that day, plus i was sober so i was just very aware of it all lol. but she was bad so i threw the money. when in rome, y'know. at one point she had her legs on my shoulders and i'm just staring into her pussy. like do i ask her name? hahaha.

when she was done, i felt bad that she had to pick up all the ones i threw so i bent down and started helping her. she thanked me and i thanked her for the dance.

the night pretty much went like that. i got a dance, coco got a few, nia and pro too. hookah and wings were bought. drinks for them. water for me.

around 2am, i'm thinking we're all on the same wave of winding down and calling an uber but no. that's when coco's other bff rolls in. and she is LIT. it's like she put a battery pack in everyones back lol cause niggas went BACK to the atm and did it all over again. we didn't leave til 4. when i tell you it took everything in me to stay awake omg. it felt like purgatory. there's only so much ass and titties i need to see before i simply don't give a fuck anymore, man.

the music was loud. the smoke was thick and cloudy. i got wing sauce on my seafoam sneakers. we stood outside for like half an hour waiting on an uber.

but coco had a good time and that's what matters. not my old cranky sober ass lmao.

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i woke up with the craziest headache man. and i still got it a whole day and a half later. and i ain't even DO NUN. sober hangovers are so dumb lol. i heard em mentioned in podcasts and was like "no way" but yea... definitely a thing.

saturday was the suprise engagement. we all got to the claremont early. the decorations were so cute. we mingled and baked in the sun while we awaited the fiance-to-be to arrive.

it all went down so beautifully. i cried as soon as she turned that corner lol.

i can't believe my friend is engaged. like i can because she's been talking about it forever but i still CAN'T believe the quiet lil 19yo i met on church street in decatur all those years ago is now ready and willing to tie the knot.

emotionalllllll. i'm so happy for her.

the night ended with everybody drunk and annoying lol so i dipped. at one point i was holding two drinks in my hand and even though i knew i wasn't going to drink them... i feel like i shouldn't be putting myself in those types of predicaments regardless. like, it just felt unnecessary and it started making me anxious.

anyway, now my sleep schedule is all fucked up. getting older is a trip lol. i'm good on socializing and staying out all night for a good minute tbh.

but aside from that, so thankful for my friends. so thankful.

if you're reading this, hey!

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 54 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

To say things have been awkward with my dad are an understatement.

Despite always having dreamed of having family, now that he's here I don't really know what to do.

What do families do together? Go to the park?

Have meals at the same table? I wouldn't know whatsoever.

My dad almost feels like... a stranger.

It's sad to say but as I watch him in the kitchen with Lucien attempting to help with the dishes because he's been staying there, I can't help but think that I don't know him.

"What's on your mind, shortcake?"

Daemon kisses my head, arms wrapping tighter around me where I sit on his lap. I shake my head.

"Nothing. Just feel odd, is all."

"And that's perfectly normal," he reassures me, kissing my cheek again.

And then again and again.

I giggle as he smothers me in affection.

"Goddess, are you incapable of keeping your hands off the sheep? He's not going anywhere," Tristan comes in the room from the backyard holding two finished glasses of lemonade and glaring disdainfully at my mate.

"Remind me why you had to 'help' your Omega in the bathroom earlier? You two were in there awfully long while I was waiting to take a shit," Daemon shoots back smugly.

I can barely hold my laughter, slapping his chest lightly.

"Daemy," I scold him.

Tristan tsks, rolling his eyes and going off to put the glasses in the kitchen.

I look outside to where Wren sits on the patio, giving him a smile with which he returns with a small wave.

Lylah and Yvonne lay out on the grass side by side, wearing matching shades as they soak in the sun.

It's summer. It's so peaceful. Everything is perfect.

Sure, my dad suddenly popped up out of the woods and changed my perception of everything I thought I knew about my childhood but other than that I'd say things are pretty good right now.

"Daemon... Tristan..." Lucien's voice booms from the kitchen, filled with alarm.

Immediately my mate tenses, quickly picking me up and gently setting me down on the couch before leaping to attention.

"What is it?" Tristan asks. "I just got a call. It's the dark moon scouts. One of them is gone and Theo is too. Their cells were empty when a guard checked this morning"

"Who let this happen?" Daemon growls, fists clenching at his sides.

"Apparently Theo bribed someone on the night shift, saying that if he gave him the master key he'd make him his second in command when he became Pack Alpha again. Poor fool believed it and was found this morning hiding in a closet with a broken nose. He confessed everything."

Daemon is silent for a moment, before cursing under his breath.

He runs his hands through his hair, looking extremely frustrated.

What does this mean for the pack?

For Daemon and I?

What were Theo's intentions with escaping with the imprisoned scout.

They must have gone back to Dark Moon... but why?

"We need to head down there. We don't know what this could lead to. If Theo's involved, a surprise attack is likely. And what's worse is he knows all the ins and outs of our pack. Dark Moon having that advantage on their side isn't good for us," Tristan states and both Daemon and Lucien assent.

Fear curls in my belly, icy cold.

I knew something would come along to ruin this perfect day.

"Is there any way I can help you all?" Leon, my dad asks timidly.

I realize everyone has gathered in the kitchen by now, no more leisurely relaxation to be had in the face of this news.

Daemon surveys him for a moment, before nodding.

"Come down with Tristan and my father. If you have any intel about Dark Moon to share with us, that would be helpful."

Then he turns to Lylah's mate.

"Yvonne, can you look after our mates while we're gone? Just in case?"

The alpha crosses her surly muscled arms.

"No problem," she says, much to Lylah's chagrin.

"Um, hello?" the redhead plants her hands on her hips.

"Why do the 'mates' just have to hang back and let the big strong alphas do all the work? Is it because we're Omegas?"

"More like because you're not trained. And you're all extremely tiny," Tristan's lip curls over his teeth.

"Excuse me?" she glares at him, stomping her foot.

Yvonne pats her back in an effort to calm her down.

Tristan ignores her reaction, pulling Wren aside.

The Omega looks extremely distressed, face upset when the Alpha attempts to speak to him.

While Lucien and my dad get ready to go, Daemon does the same with me, finding me in the hallway.

"You're really going to go?" I ask him.

"I need to find out what they're planning. If we can interrogate the other scout or possibly nip their attack in the bud well, I can keep you safe."

"But what about your safety? What if you get hurt?"

My lips tremble with the threat of tears and he pulls me close.

"My little crybaby," he coos, caressing my cheek.

"You worry too much."

"I love you," I sniffle into his chest.

"I love you more than anything. Now, promise me you'll stay here with Yvonne where it's safe? It's dangerous for you or your friends to go out right now."

I nod, knowing that he's just stating what's best.

I don't like the idea of him leaving me to possibly have conflict with Dark Moon but I know if I come with I'll only be a hindrance and a distraction to him.

"Thank you, my love. You know how important you are to me."

He tilts my chin up and brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly but so deeply at the same time and I melt into it, throwing my arms around his neck.

"I will be back."

He presses his forehead against mine when we separate and I pray to the Moon Goddess that his words are truth.

"I can't believe they locked us up with a babysitter," Lylah pouts, crossing her arms indignantly as we sit on the floor of my old room.

"You mean, your mate?" I ask.

"Same thing, if she's practically treating us like pups."

Wren has been quiet, repeatedly twirling a strand of his long hair in his fingers and anxiously glancing out the window.

I can tell he doesn't like the fact that Tristan left.

"What if something happens to them?" he asks, chewing on his lip, worry in his eyes.

"Daemon said to stay here..." I start but Lylah cuts me off.

"And you're just going to listen to him like the good little obedient boy you are, aren't you?"

Annoyance flares in me at her condescending tone.

"Yes, I am. Because I trust him."

Lylah rolls her eyes, about to make a come back when Wren suddenly stands up.

"I'm going after them."

"What?" I exclaim.

"I can't just sit here and wait when my mate could be in danger. I have to be with him, at least," he pulls on his shoes, tying his hair up in a ponytail.

"But we don't know if our territory has been compromised."

My chest is filled with dread at the though of gentle Wren out there all alone, a perfect, vulnerable prey for a Dark Moon wolf.

"Then I'm going with you," Lylah declares, pulling on her jacket.

"You guys. You can't even leave without Yvonne..."

"She won't catch us," Lylah grins slyly.

"Not if we go out from here," she pulls open the bedroom window.

[pyonyonmomo]

hi hi naomi~ as you're beloved fan, may i request a going out on picnic dates with midori <33

thank you vm, i hope u dont kill me when we saw each other MWEHEH

“Would you join me on a picnic date ?”

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↠ A picnic date with midori is a rare occurrence. He's not really into these things, but he's decided to take it easy for a while, and when he asked Tetora for advice, the first thing he suggested was to get outside and be one with nature! Which prompted him to plan a picnic with none other than you.

[ Because you're one of his closest pals, he proposed a picnic date with you. You were one of the first people to believe in Midori's abilities in becoming an idol, despite not believing in himself. And besides maybe you could use some fresh air too ]

↠ Because of his height insecurities, you already knew he avoided consuming proteins and veggies. It concerns you since he requires sufficient nutrition to sing, dance, and grow healthily. So you spent some time researching meat and vegetable recipes that are both healthful and appealing for both of your appetites

↠ When the time came for your picnic date, you both agreed to meet at a newly made park. You spent the entire morning preparing your meals, hoping that he would enjoy them. Midori appears shortly after, carrying a little picnic basket and an umbrella.

“A-ah y/n- did you wait for too long ? I’m sorry I rushed back to grab an umbrella since the sun was shining down real hard earlier and I thought it would be hot ”

↠ You both lay out the picnic blanket and sit back. Midori brings out a few fruit slices and a platter of adorable little cakes, one of which was your favorite flavor. It was thoughtful of him to know your favorite cake flavor, and it appeared to be well-made. You can't miss out on the chance to taste such a delicious dessert.

“I thought that it’d be more nice if I baked it on my own. The recipe I used was recommended by Tomoya , and I’m glad it turned out well” , He exclaims proudly and shyly.

HE EVEN BAKED THE CAKES HIMSELF //SCREAMING

↠ You presented a Tupperware that was steaming a little after he finished presenting his meals. You revealed what was inside the Tupperware, and it turned out to be pizza rolls! Midori is perplexed as to what it was and why it smelled like pizza

“These are pizza rolls , Pizza rolls are breaded pizza pockets that are small enough to eat with your hands” , You cut the pizza roll in half and revealed the filling inside. Popping the half in your mouth and joyfully eating it. It's made out of cheese, sauce , pepperoni, and a few vegetables such as mushrooms, bell peppers, and tomatoes.

↠ He was a little hesitant to eat the pizza rolls because they featured a lot of vegetables he didn't realize could be used in foods like pizza. Despite his misgivings, he carefully removed half of the pizza roll you had and ate it, not wanting your efforts to go to waste. He was soon feasting on the pizza rolls, his face beaming with delight ! You patted yourself on the back and congratulated yourself on your culinary skills. Even though you nearly burnt down your cook place.

↠ You and midori eat the dishes you prepared together. Talking about a lot of stuff and even doing activities to pass time. With a beautiful view of the park and each other's company, this day was memorable. Nothing could go wrong

NOT UNTIL IT STARTED TO RAIN-

↠ You curse the clouds and the weather in ruining your picnic date. With wanting to stay away from being sick you and midori quickly pack up. The one umbrella that was present opened up and you found yourself and midori sharing it. You congratulated him and praised his foresight in bringing an umbrella. He blushed slightly and averted his gaze to cover his expression.

↠ The umbrella's cover generally shifts towards you, shielding you from the rain. You notice this and tell Midori that you don't mind getting a bit wet, and that he should do the same.

“S-sorry- I don't want you to become ill as a result of the rain. Please allow me to hold it in this position” His generosity was evident. You're concerned that he might become ill. You tell him the umbrella is big enough for both of you with a smile. “ There's no need to take up all of its shelter”

↠ With your encouraging words, he repositions the umbrella back in the middle, protecting you both equally from the rain.

↠ Moments like these, when it's raining and you're both together, provided midori a beautiful sense of calm. Even if you're both taking shelter from the rain, he values your presence. It was silent, but not in an uncomfortable way; it was peaceful.

↠ He glances at you. Your hard work , support and love all come to him like a flash . He resolved to work harder now that he had made the decision to pursue his dream of being an idol more seriously. The motivation he has is all thanks to his friends , the people who have supported Him , and you.

↠ He can't wait to get on stage and devote his performance to you, he remarks with a little smile. By reading the sound of thunder, his mind moved swiftly. He jolts a little, making you laugh and him laugh in embarrassment.

BONUS:

↠ The next day, you both resumed your picnic date, but this time with the rest of Ryusetai. It was a great day because you had the entire unit with you !

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Haha hello eurie! Worked on this today , enjoy reading it ♡

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

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[nyxicnymph]

Pairing: Douxie x Reader

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day and Reader is waiting patiently for their date to show up. Time goes by and they’re still just sitting there. Waiting. Before they know it, it’s dark outside and Douxie, one of the wait staff, is having to tell them that they’re closing up for the night.

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I'll Be Here for You, No Matter What

Ratings: T and up Gender Neutral reader Warnings: Light angst, abandonment Notes: This is a good one. I can't project too hard onto it but I can emphasize. This is gonna be fun.

You walked up to the nicest restaurant in Arcadia, Mr. Banoit's, dressed up in the nicest warm clothes you had. You were practically vibrating with excitement. Finally, after a month of waiting, and stressing, you'd confessed! And now you were finally going to meet your flame and officially ask them out.

You quickly claimed a seat and a table outside, and when your waiter came, you were happy to see your best buddy Douxie. He smiled at you.

"Hello there, love, waiting for someone?"

You nod, and play with your hands. "I'm finally going to ask them out, for real this time. I'm nervous, but I think I can do this."

"That's fantastic, mate! Arch and I are rooting for you!" Douxie cheered, tucking his notepad away and giving you a double thumbs up.

You waited for your date to show up as the sun climbed higher and higher. Then, the sun started to sink, and so did your hopes. Eventually, night fell.

Douxie came out of the building, but you didn't even bother to look at him. He gently put his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mate, but we're closing now, and you can't stay here," he said quietly.

"I thought that they'd come. I really did." Your voice was flat, all the excitement and energy drained out.

Douxie helped you out of the chair, and took note of the tear tracks glistening in the light of a street lamp. He pulled you into a hug.

"They have done a nasty, horrible thing to you. Say the word, and I will make sure it never happens again. Hurting you should be freaking illegal."

You started sobbing into his hoodie. "I had such high hopes! I was so sure I'd finally get to be happy! I'd finally get to experience what everyone else does! But no one loves me... No one wants me!" You trailed off into incoherent sobs while Douxie rubbed his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.

"How could you say no one loves you, Y/n? I'm right here for you, like I've always been." Douxie whispered under his breath, assuming your sobs and wails would cover up his unmeditated confession.

His heart sped up, however, when he realized you'd stopped crying. You pulled back and looked at him.

"What did you say?"

Douxie released you and looked away. "Ahah. Nothing."

You wiped your eyes and looked at the ground. You didn't want to pry, but you didn't want to guilt trip your best friend. So you turned away and picked up your items.

"Thanks, Douxie," you said, not looking at him. "I'll see you around. Tell Archie I said hi."

As you turned to leave, a hand caught your wrist. You turned to see Douxie rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, can I walk you home?"

You paused, then nodded, not particularly wanting to be alone tonight. Doux bounced on the balls of his feet, and ran backwards a few steps. "Excellent, I have to grab my things!" He ran into the restaurant and almost immediately returned. "Okay, then, let's be off!"

You walked in silence together through the streets of Arcadia. Douxie was humming some tune, but it trailed off as you drew near to your home. Finally, as you were almost at your doorstep, Douxie cleared his throat.

"Actually, Y/n, I did say something earlier, and I know you already know I did, but I'm going to say it properly this time." He turned and placed himself in front of you on the sidewalk. "I'm here for you. I always have been. I'm here because I love you, and have for a long time now. And I know this is a horrible time, and I don't want you to pick me just because it's convenient. But I wanted you to know. I'm here. As I have always been."

A moment passed, and then you whispered, "Thank you, Douxie."

You both knew that you weren't ready for something like this yet, so soon after being stood up. That was okay. Douxie could wait. He was good at that.

A year later, a blue and black ribboned bouquet of violets sat at your door, with a scrabbly note asking "Will you be my Valentine, darling?"

You ran to Benoit's and jumped into Douxie's arms, ecstatic.

He laughed and smoothed your hair out of your face. "So, is that a yes?"

You laugh and poke a chocolate into his mouth. "Yes!"

~Fin~

[milqueandsugar]

🏵 DSMP's sleep over with their crush 🏵

Warnings: slight nsfw themes

Characters: Techno | Sapnap | Ranboo

| Technoblade |

If your sleeping over at Techno's or he's sleeping over at your house, consider you guys practically married

He doesn't trust easily, and sleeping is a very vulnerable state, he considers it a very big thing

Your sleep over wasn't exactly planned, you had gone to visit him and Phil with some baked goods and a simple conversation turned into a debate about whether cheesecake was a cake or pie

It was stupid and childish but a good conversation none the less

You hadn't realized how late the time had gotten until you passed a glance outside and was met with a blinding coat of white

"Uh oh"

Yeah turns out that the blizzard outside went completely unheard beneath your debate

Philza offered that you could stay the night at first, worried you wont be able to make it home

You were hesitant but when Techno stepped in ASKING you to stay, that's when you finally caved in

You spent the night teaching Techno and Philza some baking recipes and they show you some potion recipes

Techno even shows you some battle moves until you grow bored and end the night telling each other old stories until the two of you fall asleep in his bed

In the morning Techno is mighty embarrassed that he slept in the same bed with you but he wouldn't say a thing

Makes your breakfast and lends you some of his clothes to wear (tottally not to casually scent you or anything)

When you finally part ways and you begin to head home the man has to have a lay down, gushing blindly about how amazing you are while Phil nods along, happy his old friend has finally found someone who he trusts.

| Sapnap |

It was the day he was finally going to tell you how he felt, he was absolutely over the moon for you

He was going to be the perfect gentleman all day, make you feel amazing, give you the flowers he had spent the whole day gathering and finally tell you how he feels

Putting on some of his nicer clothes and headed over to your picnic spot, where you were already sitting

"Hey do you wanna sleep over tonight"

The question completely threw him off, the two of you were half way through your lunch when you decided to throw that curve ball at him

"Y-yeah sure that sounds fun!"

He agreed before he had time to rearrange his plan, okay fuck it the plan was going out the window

He could tell you another day, now all he could think about was how pretty you would look sleeping next to him

Your gently breathing, he could wrap his arms around you and put his head in the crook of your neck, hands slipping past yous hips-

"Hey are you paying attention?"

"Oh yeah sure, definitely"

The day goes by wonderfully and your both having a great time, when you invite Sapnapn in he can't help but want to see everything

Hes been in your home before but it just looks different, so bet your ass hes looking through everything and asking you about all the things you have

That night you play a bunch of board and card games, the night is filled with laughter and betrayal in the form of Uno

When it comes to going to bed Sapnap hops into your bed and opens his arms for you, under the excuse that your hot and hes cold, it just makes sense!

When you climb into his arms he swears his heart skips a beat, the entire night while you're sleeping he savors the moment, not knowing when he'd be able to get this again

| Ranboo |

Our wholesome boyyyy

The two of you were meant to hang out that day but the thought escaped his mind

When you came to his little shack concerned about him he felt his heart drop, he couldn't believe he had forgotten about you!

To make it up to you he offers for you to stay the night, which you graciously agree too

After the tour and introduction to his pets the two of you do what you had planned to earlier, chest sorting!

Boring but with your chaotic energies combined pretty entertaining, at one point you found one of his memory books, engraved with your name

The gesture lightened your mood, he must care about you a whole lot to have a memory book dedicated to you! The idea of reading it cane to mind but, you didnt want to betray his trust and put it right back where you found it

When the sun had set and everything was clean and tidy the two of you settles down to do more mundane things

Painting his nails, him playing and trying to braid your hair, small dance party, it was a good night!

As the two of you headed to bed he got comfortable on the floor to your surprise

"What are you doing?"

"Oh-oh well I assumed you would want to sleep on the bed?"

"I didnt want you to sleep on the ground! Get up here"

Because of his beds small size and the mans long legs you end up on top of him, legs entangled in his with your head on his chest

He feels like hes going to stroke at any moment

When you fall asleep he slowly begins to calm and starts running his fingers through your hair to ease himself to sleep

This was definitely going I the memory book