#aaaand now… I’m tired.

[floral-hex]

Had my first therapy session today. The counselor was super nice and cool, so I’m hopeful.

[gyuwoncheol]

Down Bad

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, inspired by soft Mingyu during that GyuHan live

Summary: Clingy, lovesick Mingyu just wants your undivided attention

Warnings: tipsy! Gyu, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, so much fluff, barely proofread

WC: 1.7k

Author's Note: look at me actually publishing something. This is once again very self-indulgent because Gyu was just so so adorable in that live and it had me in shambles. Shoutout to my sweet Cherry @shuadotcom for listening to me fawn over Mingyu when this live happened and building ideas of the scenes with me! I love you darling!

Author’s Note 2.0: LISTEN, SHORT HAIR MINGYU IS HANDSOME OKAY. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SOME DON’T LIKE IT ON HIM??? LIKE BRO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED. But seriously, it does kill me when I watch Gyu kinda second guess his new hairstyle. Like I know he just laughs it off most times, but I hope the self doubt doesn’t eat him up. I will die defending his short hair. idc.

“Is it bad?” You grimace as soon as Seungcheol releases you from his hug and leads you through the hall.

Cheol laughs, “well…” he stops walking to look at you, “he’s not drunk… yet. But he did get tipsy quite fast.”

“That’s cause he’s also tired,” you reasoned, “but thanks for calling me, I don’t think I’d want him to drive home by himself and—“

“Oh no no,” the leader interrupts, resuming his steps towards the dining area where you could already faintly hear your boyfriend whining, “he asked us to call you. Besides, you know that if he did get drunk, I’d force him to crash here.”

“Oh.”

“Babyyyy!” Mingyu shoots up from his seat and rushes to you with arms wife open when you surface in the room. He was beaming at the sight of you, puppy senses fully kicking in. A faint smell of alcohol and his cologne hits your nose when he bends down and engulfs you in a hug, his face nuzzling deep into your neck.

“Miss you,” he mumbles with a tight squeeze and you run your fingers through his short locks.

“Missed you too, bub. Should we get you home?”

Mingyu pulls you off him to hold you by your shoulders, his lips pursed and eyebrows scrunching, “no no, not yet. Comeeee, join usssss.”

You’re dragged by your tall boyfriend to the dining table, both Seungcheol and Jeonghan giggling but also sending you an apologetic look for the state that Mingyu is in.

“What are we doing?” You question when he offers you chopsticks and shows you all the food on the table.

“We’re celebrating Minghao’s birthday so we have to stay first, okay?” Seungcheol laughs at your boyfriend’s justification.

“Aaaand Hao is where exactly?”

Mingyu shrugs, “dunno. But that’s okay, we called him awhile ago already and we even sang for him on live. Do you want a drink?”

You reach out to stop his hands from pouring the alcohol on the glass, “no i’m good.” He looks at you intently and then decides against convincing you to drink. Instead, he sits back down and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing softly when his head rests on your shoulder.

“You okay, my love?” You ask after kissing the top of his head. “Tired?” He nods against your shoulder and hum an affirmative. “Maybe we should go—“

“Noooo,” your gentle giant whines, a full pout on his lips, making both his hyungs laugh at him.

“Okay, okay.”

“We’re still having fun… well, they’re having fun,” Mingyu gestures towards his two older members with scrunched brows.

You reach your arm up to touch his cheek, caressing his soft skin, “And you’re not?”

“They’re making fun of me.”

“We are not!” Seungcheol denies with a laugh.

“You laughed when the fans called me a potato on live.” The two boys start giggling again, recalling the conversation on the many forms of potatoes Mingyu could represent.

“I also said you were handsome with your short hair,” Cheol added, “the potato comment is just funny!”

Jeonghan, who was seated on Mingyu’s other side, now pokes at your boyfriend’s fingers before snorting with a laugh, “heh. french fries.”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan erupt in laughter much to Mingyu’s chagrin, and you yourself couldn’t help but giggle at the antics of the two boys. Mingyu crosses his arms defiantly, sulking like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh cmon, Gyu, it’s funny!” The group’s resident trickster calls out.

“Babyyyyyy, protect meeee,” your boyfriend whines, hiding his face on your shoulder. Mingyu was no stranger to being teased by his members, and almost always, he’s a very good sport at taking it all in and staying calm and collected. But the facade easily drops the moment you’re around. He gets to be his true self, a big baby. Your big baby. Luckily for him, the boys listen to you.

“Okay, cut it out, guys,” you call, earning a smile from your boyfriend which immediately drops the next second when you say, “the potato is sad.”

“HEY!” Mingyu’s bottom lip juts out as he scowls at you, not at all impressed by your joke. You leave a kiss on his lips and he tries hard to hide the smile.

“I’m kidding, I don’t even know why they think that. You’re my puppy,” you quickly correct, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips, “my handsome puppy.” That was enough to have your boyfriend unravel his arms and wrap them around your waist, a huge smile on his face as he leans on your shoulder. He was flustered beyond words. If there was one thing Mingyu agreed on, it’s that he was a puppy.

“You’re so whipped,” Jeonghan states the obvious and while you knew it was directed to your boyfriend, it also felt like it was a jab at you. Eitherway, neither you nor Mingyu denied it. Especially Mingyu. He was deeply in love with you and it was written all over his face.

You settle in nicely to a conversation with the boys, discussing the new cafe that just opened near the Hybe building and talking about the recent broadcast shows they’ve done for the comeback.

With each passing minute, the more Mingyu clings onto you like a koala. Mostly smiling and staring at you with lovestruck eyes that would immediately change into a silly face if you looked back at him. Eventually, his head constantly leaned on your shoulder or his face buried in your neck, relishing in the way your hand would subconciously reach up to run your fingers through his hair or scratch lightly at his scalp. You really loved his shorter hairdo, never missing a chance to compliment him about it. When he had cut his hair, he worried you’d stop running your fingers through them, which is why moments like these, even with his shorter strands, always made him sigh in content.

“What’s wrong?” You quiz when he pulls on your shirt sleeve after you laugh at one of Jeonghan’s jokes, your hands detaching from his hair to give the older member a high five. When you look at Mingyu, his eyes were even more half lidded than earlier, and the bags underneath a little more red and puffy.

“Nothin’,” he feigns but you know what he wants.

“Hmm… you sure you just don’t want my whole attention?” Mingyu scrunches his face in shock, like he’s trying to deny the way you just exposed him. But he doesn’t say anything, and instead, juts out his lower lip for his biggest pout of the night.

You decide to tease him a little bit more and roll your eyes playfully, putting your attention back to two of his brothers who were currently going through funny videos of Minghao.

Mingyu huffs loudly and tugs you closer to him, earning a giggle from you. “Okay big boy, I was only kidding, you have my attention,” he tries to maintain his sulking but fails badly when his lips quirk into a smile after you plant a kiss on them.

“I love you,” he whispers, blushing wildly at his own confession and hiding behind your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, Gyu. But can I bring you home now? You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute.”

“Nooooo,” Mingyu whines loudly.

You were about to reason but Seungcheol beats you to it, “Mingoo, my hyung’s about to come home now. You guys have to leave soon.”

“See, baby? Cheol needs us out of the house.”

“That’s rude,” he complains, “but his hyung likes me. We can stay.”

You flash Cheol an apologetic look, letting him know you got it under control. Just then, you stand up and bend down to cup Mingyu’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Baby, we have to go. If you fall asleep on me here, you bet I won’t be carrying you home. So choose, big guy, do you want to be beside me in bed tonight? Or beside Seungch—“

“OKAY! BYE HYUNGS!” The 6 foot 2 man shoots up from his chair in full height, not even giving you enough time to process things before he’s pulling at your hand and dragging you out of the dining room, “We’re going. Thank you for the food, Coups hyung!”

“YAH!” Jeonghan scolds, “you said you would bring me home!”

[wisecura]

Sheets

megumi fushiguro x fem-reader

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p.8  ( ⸝⸝꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝;) p.10??

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AN: this took a minute, but I was finishing the outline for a few of the other chapters and a few other works I've been doing. I was off from work for a bit, went back, had a set of traumatic back to back days. and well, writers block is one hell of a thing, y'know? aaaand with the seasonal changes I'm just tired maybe a bit down. but thank you guys for your love and support!

warnings: this story may cover sensitive and uncomfortable topics. please read at your own risk, violence, lashings, blood, mental breakdowns, yandere, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mommy kinks, mommy issues, arranged marriages, forced marriages, angst, eventual smut, clan politics, age gap (5 years from meg, and a little over 10 with toji), toji aint the best dad, mentions of child abuse, slowww build.

Short summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside your moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy.

threats and cwuddles

an: i said what i said

How utterly pointless.

There he was, standing before the pathetic excuse for a man—the one you called uncle, the so-called leader of your disgraceful clan. The ridiculous get up had him holding back a joke, as the man seemed to sneer down at him. His expression oozing disdain—as if he wasn't even worth the effort of a proper glance.

Toji nearly laughed at the sheer audacity.

This man, puffed up with self-importance and brimming with hollow authority, presumed to have the upper hand?

Absolutely comedic.

Toji let his eyes drift over the man slowly, deliberately, as if assessing a weak opponent in a fight he knew he’d already won. Everything about him screamed mediocrity wrapped in false power—his carefully pressed robes, the practiced tilt of his chin, the way he held his hands behind his back as if it really added weight to his presence.

But Toji saw through it all. He always did.

Authority like this was a farce. A staged act meant to instill fear in those who’d never known freedom. And Toji? He was already a foot out the door. And he didn’t play by their rules. Not now. Not ever.

He could kill him in seconds...if he really wanted to. 

"So," Toji said, his voice dripping with derision. "This is the man in charge, huh? Can’t say I’m impressed. You look more like an angry little chihuahua guarding a bone that isn’t even yours."

Your clan leader's sneer faltered for a second at his blatant disrespect. It wasn't often someone so ill-mannered showed their face in his estate, let alone had the audacity to open their mouth in front of him.

But they were all the same to Toji—weak, predictable, and utterly worthless.

Toji wasn’t the type to be a hero—never had been, never would be. Kindness just wasn’t in his nature, and every decision he made came with a price. He didn’t hand out favors for free, and he certainly didn’t involve himself in someone else’s mess out of the goodness of his heart.

So why was he here?

The answer was annoyingly simple.

you.

Maybe it was because, technically, he was your husband. Sure, it was only in name, but the fact remained. Or maybe it was because of Megumi—his dumb, lovesick son—whose actions, if not his words, made it painfully clear just how deeply his affections for you ran. 

From the surface, Toji could make excuses, just how he may have when he first picked you up from this clan. But deep down, way below—in the dark recesses of his mind, Toji understood the real reason.

It wasn’t about obligation or some half-hearted attempt to help Megumi.

It was the moment you'd broken down in his arms.

Sobbing, so uncharacteristically vulnerable, your back covered in those deep, fresh lashes—five if he counted correctly. Clinging onto him, in a way you hadn't ever done before, even when Megumi had been ignoring you. And he could see the scars from previous lashings. Some faint, a light pink indention, and others a solid light purple.

He wasn’t good at comforting people—really. And what good was an assassin in that situation?—but something in that moment had made his head snap. And a mix of different memories and bottled-up emotions compelled him forward. He'd never made impulsive decisions. And Toji Fushiguro was never one for kindness.

But now, here he was. Standing in front of your uncle, the so-called leader of your clan, ready to do something he knew was reckless. Something that could potentially mess things up for both you and his son. A defensive action like this could easily hint at a deeper relationship between the two of you, which was not something he really wanted. These geezers weren't brand new to mind games, but neither was he. And, sure, he could just kill the guy, but that seemed like way too much effort. A few choice words should handle it.

"So, tell me...why is the Toji Fushiguro bothering to grace me with his presence? I can’t imagine you're here to meet the in-laws?" He was fishing, hoping he would rise to the occasion, hint at any personal glimpse into the killer before him.

Toji didn’t take the bait. He just stood there, calm as ever, his face giving nothing away. God, did he hate these clan politics. His dark eyes casually swept the room, clearly bored—not impressed by the fancy decor, not intimidated by the guards at the doors, and definitely not by your uncle. Honestly, he'd rather be back home, digging into some of your homemade yakitori. This whole thing was turning out to be a real drag.

"What’s the matter? Are you just here to puff your chest and waste my time?" He's getting antsy now,

Toji’s lips twitched into an almost imperceptible smirk. His gaze razor-sharp, locking onto the older man. There was a pause as your uncle locked eyes on Toji's. Unmoving, unflinching, before Toji took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance just enough to make the clan leader stiffen. "You know," Toji said, his voice casual, almost conversational, "it’s funny. For a guy so full of himself, you’re awfully quiet about those welts you sent her home with."

Your uncle's eyes widened—but only for a moment, leaning back with mock nonchalance. "Welts? I have no idea what you're talking about. And what's it to you anyway? Don't tell me you've actually caught feelings for her?"

"Feelings? Don’t kid yourself. I’m not here to play hero, and I’m definitely not here for her." Toji shrugged casually, tossing his head to the side and leaning back to give him some room, his eyes flicking over the clan leader, as if taking his question seriously. "But let’s be honest—she doesn’t look as hot in bed when she’s got all those welts. Kinda ruins the mood, you know?"

Stunned, the clan leader chuckled uneasily, trying to regain some semblance of control. He shouldn't have been too surprised given the Sorcerer Killers stellar reputation for the debauched lifestyle. You were technically his wife afterall, "Ah, well—that makes more sense. Using the whore for what she's worth, I guess." Toji could practically hear your resale value dropping by the second, as the clan leader processed this thought before continuing in an almost thoughtful murmur. "Just here to make sure your toy stays intact."

"Call it whatever you want. I don’t care. But if you think I’ll let you mark her skin up again, then you’re even dumber than you look."

The clan leader’s sneer returned, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. Much like a petulant child, not getting his way. "And if I don’t? What then, Fushiguro? You’ll kill me?" Now lets not go putting ideas into his head...

Toji let out a low chuckle, shaking back in laughter at the fear creeping into his voice. "Kill you? Nah. You’re not worth the effort." He paused, feigning a change of heart as his voice dropped, leaning in again for the kill, his words a hefty weight. "Actually, maybe I’ll stick around. Tear this whole place apart just for fun. I hate this sorcerer bullshit anyway. Watching your precious clan crumble might actually make my day."

The clan leader’s face twitched, his bravado faltering again under Toji’s unrelenting gaze, his words hanging in the air-message loud and clear.

"Fine," he muttered, waving a hand dismissively. "If it means that much to you, no more marks. No need to make this a bigger deal than it is."

Toji smirked, satisfied. He stepped back as he turned toward the door. "Good. Glad we could see eye to eye," he said oh so smoothly.

With that, he strode out, leaving your uncle in an uncomfortable silence. Toji knew the man wouldn’t see him as anything but a threat, and that was exactly what he wanted. As long as they kept their grubby hands off you, he didn’t care what they thought—or what he had to say to make them believe it. And hopefully your home clan wouldn't go around making decisions on this calculated move alone.

Now, it was time for some well-deserved meat.

Thankfully, your clan visits were few and far between.

The trip home that day had been nothing short of brutal, and your clan head’s disdainful disregard for how you might explain the aftermath to your husband lingered in your mind like a bitter aftertaste.

The weeks dragged on, and before you knew it, the seasons had shifted. Fall gave way to winter, winter melted into spring, and eventually, summer arrived again. Yet, Megumi’s absence remained a constant despite the seasonal changes. 

Determined to stay connected despite the distance, you’d picked up a cell phone not long after Megumi left. Toji had handed over both his and Megumi's numbers with his usual air of indifference. “In case of emergencies,” he’d said, tossing the paper onto the table like it was no big deal. But to you, it was. Your focus had been on one number only: Megumi’s. He was the hardest to reach anyways. 

What would you even say? Hi, how are you? Too formal. I miss you already. Too much. The hesitation gnawed at you. After a few moments, you settled on something simple and sent it off, heart pounding in the silence that followed.

Megumi’s replies, however, had been scarce—short, distant, and frustratingly neutral. You tried not to let it sting, reasoning that he was busy adjusting to his new life at Jujutsu Tech. He had training, studies, and an entirely new world to navigate. But the lack of insight into his world left you feeling unmoored and oh so helpless.

Did he eat well? Was he overworking himself? Did he even want to hear from you? The unanswered questions piled up, an invisible weight pressing on your chest.

When his birthday came, you’d agonized over whether to call, but the fear of interrupting—or worse, being brushed off—kept your fingers from dialing. Instead, you texted him, wishing him a happy birthday in a message that felt far too impersonal. Hours later, his reply came: a simple thank you.

It was polite, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t tell you if he was happy, if he’d smiled at your message, if he’d even thought of you beyond that brief acknowledgment. The distance between you felt larger than ever, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was slipping further away—or if you were.

You hoped—prayed—that he’d found some happiness at school. That maybe the time away had helped him grow, helped him heal in ways you couldn’t. You wondered if his sharp tongue and stubborn attitude had softened enough to allow for real friendships. Did he smile more? Did he laugh? You pictured him in that new world, surrounded by people who might understand him better.

As summer approached, anticipation and unease twisted in your chest, a slow, suffocating knot that tightened with each passing day. The thought of seeing him again stirred a mix of emotions—excitement, yes, but also a quiet fear that plagued you. Would he still look at you with that same guarded expression? Would the distance he’d created remain? Would he persist with questions you couldn't answer?

His parting words haunted you, echoing in the quiet moments when your mind wandered too far. You replayed that last conversation over and over, dissecting every syllable, every pause, every look. The unspoken questions lingered like ghosts: Had you done enough? Said enough? You’d wished, countless times, that you’d found the right words to ease the tension before he left.

Now, with the summer sun creeping closer, you could only wonder if it was too late to mend what had been broken—or if it had been broken at all.

And then, one quiet afternoon, he came home.

The sound of the door creaking open sent a jolt through you. Without thinking, you found yourself halfway down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest.

When you saw him, you froze—and so did he.

He stood in the doorway, his tall frame outlined by the golden glow of the late afternoon sun. A faint breeze followed him in, tousling his hair and leaving it slightly messy, adding to the disheveled charm he carried so effortlessly. His piercing eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away.

Neither of you spoke. The silence stretched, laden but charged, his gaze lingering on your face as if he were trying to memorize every detail. He looked different—older, his features sharper, his presence more commanding. You still found yourself struggling to recognize him each time you saw him—such a common occurrence now that it was almost expected. There was something in his eyes, something softer, more vulnerable. He looked like he wanted to say something.

“Megumi,” you whispered, full of hesitance. Your voice almost broke under the weight of the moment, a flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

He didn’t move, his hands still gripping the straps of the bag slung over his shoulder. For a second, you thought he wouldn’t respond. Then he exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction as he stepped further inside.

“Hey,” he said softly, the warmth in his voice wrapping around you like a balm. It was a simple word, but it carried so much—a mixture of relief, uncertainty, and something deeper—something unfamiliar, that made your chest well up.

You’d missed him more than you dared to admit. More than you’d allowed yourself to feel during the long months of silence. And now, standing here, the space between you felt both impossibly vast and achingly small.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without a second thought, you closed the space between you and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. He stiffened, caught off guard, before slowly, his arms came up to hold you, and to your surprise, he hugged you back. Not hesitantly or awkwardly, but fully, his arms wrapping securely around you and pulling you close, almost flush to him. His head dipped down, his nose brushing against your hair as he held you firmly against his chest.

“Welcome home,” you murmured, unable to keep the brittleness from your tone, your cheek pressed against him. The words felt fragile, as though the moment might shatter if you spoke too loudly.

He didn’t respond immediately, but you felt him exhale, a deep, contented sigh that seemed to come from somewhere buried deep inside. His nose pushed further into your hair, and his grip tightened just enough to knock the breath out of you.

“I missed you,” his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the stillness. You hadn't expected it, the sentiment not lost on you. It'd been too long, the texts too short, and the emptiness of the house too loud. But the way his arms enveloped you, strong and protective, took away all of those negative feelings.

Your arms tightened around him in return, head still laying on his chest. The words slipping from your lips, practically dripping with affection. “I missed you too.”

Finally, after what felt like both seconds and forever, he shifted slightly, loosening his hold just enough for you to pull back. When your eyes met his again, you couldn't help the small smile plastered on your face. He looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, and it sent a bittersweet ache through your chest, a feeling you didn’t quite know how to name.

The corner of his mouth twitched, “You text a lot, you know that?”

A soft laugh bubbled out of you. “And you’re terrible at replying.”

“Dinner’s already started,” remembering the pan still on the stove. “You’re probably starving.”

He didn’t let go immediately, his hands lingering on your arms as if reluctant to let the moment end. “Yeah,” his voice low, as a faint flush crept up his cheeks, he finally stepped back. “Starving.”

You gave him a warm smile, brushing your hand lightly against his arm before turning toward the kitchen. Even as you moved away, you could feel his gaze lingering on you from behind—heavy, unrelenting, and more present that he previously was. Whatever walls had been between you before—whatever distance he’d tried to create—seemed to crumble in that quiet, intimate moment. Just what happened while he was at school?

Dinner that night was warm and comforting, a feeling you hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever.

“So, how was school? Are you making any friends?” you chirp, pacing around the kitchen, so aware of his eyes tracing your every movement. The excitement in your tone was impossible to miss, a lightness that hadn’t been there in months. After so many quiet dinners with only Toji for company, the thought of someone else at the table made you relieved. Even if the two of you had been getting along better recently.

Megumi glanced up from his plate, pausing for a moment before answering. “It’s...fine,” he said, his tone clipped but not unkind. “I’m focused on my training. That’s what matters.”

You hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips. You don't miss the evasiveness of his answer. “Still, I hope you’re finding time to enjoy yourself, even just a little.”

He didn’t respond right away, fiddling with his food, his gaze briefly dropping to his plate.

“Make any friends?” you try again, gently.

“A few,” he admitted, his tone reluctant but not dismissive.

“Really?” you hum out again, glancing over your shoulder at him. You wanted him to open up to you, but with his nature it wasn't exaclty going to be easy to get him to talk. “Anyone special?”

He shrugged, eyes still downcast. “Not really,” he replied, his voice neutral but you saw the way he trailed off, lost in his own thoughts.

You paused, raising an eyebrow at him, deciding to press a little more. “C’mon, Megumi,” you teased lightly, turning back to the stove. Your tone intentionally unserious. “I know you’re not that antisocial. You’ve got to be opening up a little, right?”

His lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but the expression didn’t quite land. “It’s fine,” he groaned, though his tone softened slightly, as if the question hadn’t entirely annoyed him. “I’ve been busy.”

You hummed again in acknowledgment, not pushing him further, but your smile lingered. You were just glad to have him here, back where he belonged. Actually talking to you. Even if he wasn’t saying much, his presence spoke volumes.

Your questions continued easily—about school, his classes, his life outside of the house—and though his answers were typically grumpy and brief, you didn’t mind. It was the fact that he was answering at all, the fact that he wasn’t shutting you out, that made it all feel worthwhile. You didn’t dare bring up the tension from last summer, not wanting to risk spoiling the fragile good mood.

Toji was out for the night, leaving the house blissfully quiet, and Megumi made no comment on the food, though he cleaned his plate for the second time. It was a small victory, but it still left you smiling as you settled onto the couch afterward.

Megumi surprised you by sitting beside you. He didn’t say anything, just crossed his arms and leaned back, his expression neutral as you put on a movie. Sure, he'd sat near you before, but the long months that followed his absence made you tense a bit. He didn’t seem particularly interested in the movie you put on, but you heard no complaints.

At some point, exhaustion crept up on you. The day had been long, and the warmth of the room, combined with Megumi’s quiet, steady presence, lulled you into sleep. Without realizing it, you shifted slightly, leaning toward him, your head eventually coming to rest against his shoulder.

Megumi, of course, noticed immediately.

He stiffened at first, his entire body going rigid as he felt the soft weight of you curling against him. His breath hitched, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would break out of his chest. His mind screamed at him to stay still, to not move or make a sound.

But then he glanced down.

You looked so peaceful, so utterly at ease with him, and it sent a surge of emotions through him that he could barely contain. Warmth, nervousness, longing—it all tangled together, leaving him frozen in place. The faint light from the television cast soft shadows across your face, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

You trusted him so much, leaned into him so easily, and it made him ache with something deep and primal. He didn’t know if he deserved this—if he deserved you—but he couldn’t stop himself from savoring the moment.

Tentatively, he allowed himself to relax, his shoulder shifting slightly to give you more room. His fingers twitched in his lap, aching to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from your face, but he held himself back. He couldn’t ruin this.

He stayed like that, unmoving, as you curled closer, your breathing soft and even against him. Every part of him burned with the overwhelming need to keep you like this, to hold you, to never let you go. 

When the movie ended, and the room fell into quiet stillness, he carefully reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch. Gently, he pulled it over you, his hand brushing your arm as he tucked it around you. The brief contact sent a shiver down his spine, but he forced himself to pull away.

He refused to leave, wanting to be with you like this as long as possible. 

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come home

[princessbrunette]

so we all know pope is usually all nice and gentle and sweet and blahblah- buuuuuut do you think he ever drops the nice guy act and gets mean, like when he's tired or he's arguing with reader or sum

new here btw, can i be 💐 anon?:)

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oh yeah, he can be kind of snarky lowkey. in my opinion he gets pretty passive aggressive sometimes if he’s stressed or if he feels slighted by the people around him. he tries not to be that way with you, which occasionally means he takes it in the opposite direction and just snaps at you. this happens mostly when he feels like you put yourself in danger for no reason, or trusted another member of the groups word over his.

the group would be loading up the boat, getting ready to depart after a long day of running about and getting yourselves in trouble. you weren’t supposed to be with them, because pope hated putting you in danger — but now you’d thrust yourself head first into all the shenanigans and it was increasingly bothering him.

“where are we going next?” you grin, finally placing your attention on your boyfriend as he works on the bow line, not even turning his head to glance at you.

“home.” he deadpans, thick arms working at the rope and reeling it up into his grip as it becomes undone. you furrow your brows, coming to his side — still full of energy and adrenaline.

“but john b said we had to go and find—”

it’s then he turns around, voice raised just a tad as he stares down at you. “no, you’re going home. we’re finishing what we started. you weren’t even supposed to be here.” it’s a short and sudden explosion, and he does infact feel bad when he watches your face slowly fall, heart heavy with the new realisation that pope didn’t want you there. he lowers his tone, purposely backing up to seem less imposing. “go… help kie on the deck.” he’s quieter, and you nod— not wanting to take any more of his time.

he sighs, pushing his palms into his eyes as he inwardly cusses himself out for being so mean to you. his blonde best friend comes rumbling down the steps to the boat, slowing his roll when he notices pope in distress.

“you good?”

“no. i was just unnecessarily mean.”

“to your girl? why, man?” jj approaches, perching on the side of the boat as pope stares over at the pier, squinting in the afternoon sun.

“because i’m an idiot.”

“yeah, well. been there, brother. just… make it right. she’ll be fine.” he pats his back, departing.

when the pogues drop you home, you don’t have much to say. avoiding pope all together as you offer them a small smile and climb off, clutching the arms of your backpack tight with clammy hands to stop from crying.

it’s around 11PM when they finish up doing what needs to be done. pope arrives at your door with a bouquet of flowers he purchased from the gas station and a guilty smile.

“so, i’m a dick… aaaand, i feel like i owe you a big explanation. may i come in?”

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[4ddi3addie2005]

THE NEW CHAPTER IS SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVGDFCHBVKDSVBKHFBJLSVBJLSSJLVBSLJBVLS🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥 GOOD FKN SOUP IM DEVOURING IT RN it might be my fav chapter thus far........It has elements of The horrors tm and scenes that make me kick my feet in delight GODDDDDD🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 AAAAnd as usual I have some new silly doodles that I've got (Sadly I cant draw fast enough to finish my fan art for this chapter BUTIMWORKINGONSMT). I do have the RGB reader designs that I mainly use so that other fans could (maybe....just maybe...) mold their reader/player into whatever they want but I DO have a design that caters to my fav design tropes...

ALSOALSO- I've got a folder righttt 👉here where I'll compile some more sketches (and the animation with the right sync good gracious me-) so that I dont BOMBARD you with 50plus images.

the last "AGAIN"- THE CHAPTER WAS SO SCRUMPTIOSSSSSSS- KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you I'm so glad you love it!! 🦅💥 (Nonsense emojis are becoming a habit I have to stoppp...)

It's so funny you said that cuz I have a Doc called "kicking my feet blushing giggleinf" that I use to jot down the "fluffy" moments when the inspiration worms hit x0

And take your time with the art gurl!! What you've already done is amazing!! The most important thing is that it's fun and engaging for you,, no pressure 🫶

Those RGB designs are a banger btw they have so much personality!! I forgot to mention I loved the color scheme of your animation. I'm a sucker for some super saturated RGB...

OKAY now I'm gonna gush abt your art >:o] I love your insert she's too spunky!! She looks so done w him LOL. Also your style is delightful and fun!! I love your habit of drawing ppl with tired eyes and no mouth. It speaks to me.

The “You look lonely” piece is gorgeous btw :) He’s so shinyyy,, Insert looks tireddd. I know it’s the meme format or whatevah but I would be too.

I hope you don’t mind me sharing screenshots? Just let me know :o) I’m abt to holler abt some sketches.

THESE!! These made me so soft oml. I know in my heart he feels like a Squishmallow or whatever those fat chibi stuffed animals are.

DRIP KINITO 🔥🔥🔥 I giggled. Also baseball Kinito is canon now. To me. I just KNOW he picks up random human sports and tries his darndest to play them with only two people. (Reader cheering him on and also looking thoroughly depressed is so real LMAO)

I think that's all I have in my heart for now... TY for this plethora of art you went above and beyond <3

BTW I’m gonna provide a pic of the players here for easy viewing cuz they’re cool as freak ��🐊

EDIT: I am so glad!! You love my fic!! I heart U!!

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TACO IN III AU

HELLO HELLO HELLO EVERYONE I COME AT YOU WITH AN AU I HAVE!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D IT’S TACO IN SEASON 3 THAT’S THE AU YUP YUP YIPPEE!!!!!!! I HAVE DESCRIPTIONS FOR HOW EACH EPISODE WOULD CHANGE WITH TACO’S PRESENCE!!!! IT’LL CHANGE MORE AS THE SEASON GOES ON BUT I WILL BE STICKING MOSTLY WITH CANON HERE OTHER THAN ONE NOTABLE EXCEPTION!!!!!!! HOOOOOOOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^^^^ ENJOY!!!! (especially you, sanon!!)

Episode 1 (Stranded in Paradise): Okay!! So the episode here starts as normal, favorites (not Taco!!) are all on the boat, that line about Box that’s really dark in retrospect, they crash onto Paradise, fans are introduced!!! Before the teams are made though, Mephone says they have ooooooone more favorite to bring in, who couldn’t come on the boat since she wasn’t in the hotel. Balloon and Painty offer their own guesses (“Is it Suitcase?!” “Or Lightbulb?!”) and Mephone gives a pleasant little “Nope!!” Before snapping open a portal that Taco falls out of!! She lands face down on the ground with a little “oof!” [sidenote: her little oof in episode 13 is so damn cute if you don’t remember it go listen to it its adorable]. Anyways, the s1 favorites are all VERY surprised to see her again, as it’s already been years since any of them have seen her at this point. Mephone welcomes her to season 3 as she’s getting up, and Taco is NOT having it. She does NOT want to be part of ANOTHER season of Inanimate Insanity. Inanimate Insanity sucks and she wants the entire show to end actually, she’s tired of it! Mephone just gives her a similar response about swimming as he does to OJ when he wants to leave, and jumps to dividing up the teams! Paintballs explode, Taco is on the yellow team. Aaaand Mephone introduces the cast to his quirky new assistant who strapped the paintballs to them, The Floor!!!! :3!!! He is Mephone’s assistant the entire time in this AU to make room for Taco in the cast.^^ If you’re wondering where she would go in the intro, she would still take Floory’s place because she is refusing to participate. This will become a common sight in the early episodes of this AU. Speaking of Taco not doing these bloody challenges, cliff jump time!!!! Remember how Yin-Yang kicks OJ and Painty off the cliff? Yeah he just grabs Taco’s head while she’s busy being sad and shocked about getting portal’d into another season of ii. Episode 14 happened so recently for her, she has so much to think about, and now she’s not only been forcibly taken out of hiding, but placed into another season of II against her will!!!! She is at the height of her mental health being bad. That Taco can fit so very much self-loathing in her. And having OJ of all people on her team doesn’t make that better. Anyways, Blue still loses, Blueberry is still eliminated, the season’s a-go!

Episode 2 (The Shame of the Name): Okie dokie uh I do not think Taco would show up to Boaty’s funeral she is avoiding everyone else as much as possible. She would not be interested in the challenge nor the team names either. However!!! Without The Floor, the yellow team would not know about the Sinkers’ team name,,, although to be honest I do believe that they could end up with the name ‘Thinkers’ even without that knowledge. Also I am bad at naming teams. So. Thinkers it is!! The team name isn’t that important anyways. [But if anyone has any other ideas, I’d be happy to hear them out!!] Taco does not link minds with everyone else. I do not believe she is even present for the contest. She does not want to be a part of this season. If she can’t leave, she will minimize her own involvement as much as she can. She has walked off, and is probably working on making herself a little hut to live in away from where everyone else is staying. 

Episode 3 (Snapshot Showdown): Here’s another one in which Taco doesn’t really participate… I promise this is going to get more interesting. No pansexual camera for her :(. I’m being so real here guys Taco is just hanging out in her hut this entire challenge. She is the only one who has a calm evening. Honestly if no one goes and gets her, which I doubt they would at this point, I don’t think she’d even know a challenge was happening. Until The Floor tells her!! He knows everything about the terrain, because he is the terrain, so he’d know where Taco’s hut is!!! He would probably inform her that they’ve started a challenge :). She would not care though she is too busy thinking about how she fumbles every relationship she forms and how she’s trapped in another season of Inanimate Insanity. If you are here for Taco to be having a good time I am so sorry this is not that au. 

Episode 4 (The Overthinkers): They’re up for elimination because Taco continues to not participate. She is not even at the challenge, which means she doesn’t reach the top of the volcano nor press the button, so Thinkers lose! NOW you might think that this makes the episode very short. Because they would all agree to vote Taco out. But this is not the case!!! Because Silver has access to the viewer vote stats, and a certain british foodstuff has been consistently getting the most votes. So the episode would continue mostly normally!! Meetings, anti-girl club, inner flame, press the button!!! I love Overthinkers :3 such a funny episode!!!!! So, elimination time!! The Floor lets Taco know that an elimination is going to happen and she shows right up!! She’s confident that she’s going to be eliminated and will finally get to leave this awful island and this horrid game and go back to. Huh. She doesn’t really have anything to go back to, really. Mepad’s comatose body? Another scheme? :(. But!!!! At least she’ll be out of the game. So anyways yeah Taco gets the immunity votes. Taco does not count :). Yin-Yang’s self confidence is spared!! Taco’s emotional state is not, not that it really could be at this point. OJ is still eliminated, but Taco is still too shocked and upset and in despair to feel anything about that. Silver does direct part of his speech towards her, though!! He admires her!!!! He wants to be in an alliance with her, and proposes it to her!! He would have approached her earlier, but since she’s been walking off and not participating he does in here in his grand triumphant speech. He got rid of her biggest competition, they could go far together!! Taco is not receptive at all, she doesn’t want to be in an alliance and “go far”, she wants to leave!!!!! The cracks on her shell get worse here!! She cracks more due to the emotional distress, poor thing. This is going to keep happening btw, it gets worse and worse because I like to hurt my favorite characters. Also because her mental state gets worse and worse the longer she’s forced to be in the game. She got the most votes, but still wasn’t allowed to leave. She’s still trapped.

Episode 5 (Tragedy at 60 Feet): Floory shows the Thinkers where Taco’s hut is at their request, and they drag her along to the challenge!! They do not want to risk her lack of presence making them lose another challenge. She’s still not participating tho lol, their egg-box-thingy is even worse than before, not even a lid this time, and their egg still breaks. Womp-womp!! The Thinkers can still have their leadership crisis, Silver can still tell everyone off about it, although his ice is noticeably thinner with Painty due to him adding his attempt to ally himself with Taco into his victory speech from last episode. Candle tries to reach out to Taco a bit during this ep, she can tell that Taco is messed up and doing TERRIBLE mentally, but Taco is very unreceptive and tries to get Candle to leave her alone. Candle does, but only after giving some of her sage advice, maybe about new chances and connections and apologies and such, yeah? Taco isn’t interested, though. I don’t think Silver would try again with Taco after this, he doesn't like being told no, especially with how annoyed she was at him and how public it was, yeah?

Episode 6 (Try Not to Laugh Challenge): Taco is the nuisance just like Floory was! Which is not good for the Thinkers because she is once again not doing anything. The only person the Floor gets out on their own is Goo, who is trying to cheer up Clover with Bot. Maybe he can end up making himself laugh while he tries to cheer up Clover? Oh my god the sour cream line. And if Taco is taking the floor's place then she's on the stage for that. Everyone goes quiet. Looks from Bot to Taco. Her shell cracks more and more as the season goes on; This would be one of those moments. She already wasn't really trying to do anything but she's just silent for the rest of the challenge if not the rest of the day. Pulls her arms in for self soothing and just walks off. Not far, though, she just curls up behind the stage. I’d say she’d cry a bit but I think she just dissociates altogether :(. Bot still goes after Balloon on their own instead of teaming up with the floor/Taco but it's bc they'd feel bad about getting Taco's team out after that. Candle would go to help Taco once she’s released from jail. She was not supposed to be as involved in this au as she’s becoming whoops. But!!! She can tell that Taco isn’t with them at the moment, so she’d go and help ground her. Grab something frozen from the Pick-Nix table for her to hold, run through her 5 sentences, etc. Gah!!! Here we have some of what Taco needs!! Kindness and understanding to help her emotionally recover to a point in which she can start to better herself and AAAAAAA!!!! I love Taco so much. Okay that’s it for this episode onto the next one!!! I change up the disarranged teams because of some character interaction that I want. These teams are only for like 2 episodes anyways, so. 

Episode 7 (Best Served Cold): Okay! So for the two new teams- I am significantly less creative than the show. The Thinkers and Pinkers stay the same, just with Balloon added to the Thinkers and Nickel added to the Pinkers. Testy still gets Cabby voted out in this episode Taco isn’t present for the aura scene, she is continuing to avoid everyone, but please know that her aura is full of regret, stress, and suffering <3. Something like a deep navy blue or black sort of color, yeah? So kind of vaguely not very new teams make the mile high pies! I think Balloon and Taco could also start to connect in this ep! Well, at least Balloon tries. I mean, he doesn’t really know Yin-Yang, Candle, or Silver that well, and even Painty isn’t one of the fellow s1 contestants we see him interact with very often. And Balloon would see she's doing so very bad and try to help!!!! He’s been there before, yeah? Candle would probably mention she’s still rather upset after the sour cream incident from the last challenge at some point, and could tell Balloon where her little hideout is. And a Balloon and Taco friendship could actually contribute towards conflict between Balloon and Nickel if Nickel sees Balloon hanging out with someone else he distrusts even if (according to Brian!) he low-key respects Taco. But this isn’t about Nickloon!!! And that’s not to say that Taco is at all receptive to his attempts!!! She would probably just try to ignore him, and does the same thing with Candle. She is doing so very awful!!!!!!! Mental health is in the negatives here, people!!!!!!! Oh right uhh the pinkers lose because. Uh. Idk Nickel stacks two half mile high pies and Mephone deems that worse than flower instead of flour in the crust? It doesn’t really matter why they lose I think, this au is focused on Taco anyways, but Cabby is still voted out just like in canon. 

Episode 8 (Out of Body Experience): I am killing Nickel. That’s the only note I previously had prepared for this episode lmao. But yeah, Taco can’t die yet because she still doesn’t believe she can be revived :3, and I fully intend for her to suffer with that as long as I can make her. So I suppose Nickel and Paintbrush swap instead of The Floor and Paintbrush. Taco comes over after the bridge crushes everyone because the loud noise gets her attention. And everyone is dead. Yikers. Taco would be a bit meaner about Mephone accidentally killing and incorrectly reviving everyone, though. Like when he tells BP that “We’re all very close here”, Taco would immediately and firmly refute that. And she is not quite as freaked as Nickel when Bot talks about them never dying, because Taco fucking hates Bow after she made her lose the s1 finale. Taco does not give one shit. Also, Taco would warm up to Candle a bit more here!! Sort of. After she lies to BP about why they’re all acting different!! I mean, Taco wouldn’t like Mephone getting out of trouble, but seeing Candle lie would make her more… down to Earth? To Taco, I suppose. Not enough to make significant progress, but Taco wouldn’t hate her as much. Might actually have a good think about her advice, yeah? Nickel would still be the one to realize that Clover’s luck had caused the incident, and she would still be voted out. 

Episode 9 (Title TBD): Last episode before the merge!!! Almost time for things to start ramping up!!^^ Taco would point out in front of everyone that Mephone was fudging the review score, because she’s a little hater <3. With the Thinkers, roles would change a bit!! Taco, who is known for adamantly not participating in challenges, would be made the director. Painty, with Bot on the other team, would be the artist. Yin-Yang still produces chaos every day, so they’re producer, Silver makes sure he gets to write, so Balloon is craft services. Candle is here too!! I’m kidding. She’d be co-artists with Painty, but end up helping out Yin-Yang like in canon. I think Yin might ask her for help here though, since Taco would be adamantly not participating, and thus wouldn’t really care if Yin-Yang wasn’t getting money. Candle would also have another little talk with Taco, pushing her a bit more towards new connections! There are people who will give her a chance, she doesn’t have to be alone, she just needs to open herself up to those connections. Things can get better for her!!! Taco acts quite unreceptive, even if what Candle said is making her feel emotions she usually pushes deep down. A certain salmon contestant also overhears what Candle says… I wonder if that will be super important for the rest of the au, yeah? Goo still writes his appreciation, uh, soliloquy for Bot, and between that and the fact that the Pinkers are currently a team of four versus the Thinkers 6, they lose again. Goo is voted out, unfortunately for me, because I love him. He really is the happiest little guy of all time! 

Episode 10 (I Am Chocolate!): Well, the participating cast members don’t get all that much screen time in this ep, yeah? Cabby still rejoins, good for her, and Test Tube is still eliminated, bad for her. Taco isn’t with everyone, so she doesn’t join in the tasty treat tasting time at the pick-nix table. However!!! Balloon does generate a few tea biscuits, and brings them to Taco’s hideout!!!!!!!!!!! It’s finally time for Tacloon friendship to begin!!!!! Yeah yeah yeah!!!!! He brings her the plate of biscuits because they’ve all seen her drinking tea, and?? Offers her connection!!!!! He’s been where she is right now, he gets how hopeless it can feel, but someone very important reached out to him, and if she’s willing, he wants to do the same for her!!!! He believes she can change and be better and happier!!!!!^^ Taco is more or less speechless, but does give a little thank you as he’s leaving. 

Episode 11 (Pesty Besties): Even if he was designed based on The Floor, I think he still works really well as Taco’s Inani-mate!!! I mean his whole thing is being against the competition and trying to get his fellow inani-mates to quit and well... that lines up pretty perfectly with Taco. She wouldn’t be forcing him to fight, but he would do it in a last ditch attempt to get his fellow Inani-mates to stop the madness!!!! They didn’t do any training though, they just chatted for a while. Oh but btw Taco would not name him Tootsy Wootsy. I have a name in mind though!!! "So... do you have a name?" "I am a cosmic being, beyond your comprehension." "..." "...Cosmo for short." Uh yeah he still dies. Taco loses him to the game just like she has lost everyone she cares about because of it :). Her shell cracks some more :). Balloon gives her a few pats on the shell though, to try and help, so that’s nice!!!!!!!!!!!! Silver is gonna get eliminated instead of Taco/The Floor anyways so I have some shuffling to do!!!! Okay so The Floor gets out when Silver and Candle switch alliances, so I guess in this uh. So Candle doesn't confront Silver about switching, instead reports that he's doing so to the rest of the Thinkers alliance, the vote ends up in a tie since Taco always votes for herself (despite getting immunity every time) and Candle beats Silver in the tie breaker. That's what I'm thinking!!! I’m sorry Silvercandle fans. 

Episode 12 (Not Home is Where the Heart is Nope Actually): Tacloon bond more in this ep with the new challenge!!!! Getting rid of The Floor can’t exactly be the challenge when he’s been an assistant the entire time, yeah? The new challenge… the.. new…challenge… uh… Toboggan races? Sure. That’s the first thing I thought of but I guess it works okay. Contestants split into pairs and must build a toboggan to race across the track that Mephone made. Fastest time wins! Yeah!! They can have their talk in this ep while they’re building their toboggan!!!! Balloon is going to be having a heartfelt talk about changing and becoming better and Taco is going to lash out at him. But Balloon is still going to help her!!!^^ He's talking about changing and Taco gets upset because he was never actually a mean person. More shell cracking here!! He was pretending and she's actually just awful. His actual first thoughts aren’t to be violent or try to manipulate others like hers are!!! He hasn’t ruined every single relationship he has!!!! He can apologize better than sending letter and useless letter that all get burnt anyways!!! Her whole slate has fallen apart and all that!!! She sees it as Balloon not having really been a mean person, he was acting, so he could change, but she really is a mean person so it's not possible for her!!! Well that's what SHE thinks. She believes herself to be incapable of starting over in more ways than one, people!!!! And he could be the Mepad (rip my prince) in this situation. You're no menace Taco etc etc. And!!! They connect!!!!! Relationship formed!!!! Hooray!!!!!!!!!^^ Anyways I want to keep the elimination order as close as possible so it still has to be Painty that gets voted out, but bot wouldn't vote for them, so I guess Taco will finally have to actually vote for someone!! Maybe since by this point Balloon and her have a bit of a friendship going, even with how hesitant she is, when he asks her to vote Painty she does, yeah? Since she and Balloon are buddies now, Taco would get (re)introduced to the Looney Balloonies!! Nickel is… himself, but he is so close to starting to change and also wants more numbers so keeps his yap mostly shut, and Bot is friendly!!! <3 To be clear though, Taco is not part of the alliance!! She still wants to be eliminated asap, since Mephone won’t let her quit, and by now she has had enough of alliances, yeah? Even if problems with her previous ones were primarily on her. OH BTW IMMUNITY VOTE STICKS AROUND IN THIS AU. Taco would be trying to get everyone to vote her out still if she wasn’t invincible every dang time so. Mephone doesn’t want the game to be predictable? Why would he let the contestant that he literally made to be unpredictable leave?

Episode 13 (Friend or Froze): Anniversary episode!!! Silver isn’t here, so Candle is scheming with Yin-Yang. With Taco hanging out with the looney balloonies, the new old thinkers are worrying about their numbers disadvantage!! They’d be scheming to try and get lucky lil Nickel on their side, with the help of Cabby who offers her file willingly to her alliance members. Taco would also be annoyed that the cliff jump was back lol. So Taco crosses to the pipe along with the looney balloonies and makes it to the iceberg!!! Candle has to be there, and I’d say Yin-Yang makes it too, this time!! So does Cabby, actually, but wheels + ice = slippy, so she slides off right away. Poor Cabby. Candle and Yin-Yang get Bot and Balloon out as they do in canon, and Taco doesn’t even want immunity so she just walks off. They manipulate Nickel, Nickel is still angry about his luck and gets crushed to death by Floory because of it! But!!! Balloon isn’t made to give away his immunity in this episode, since there’s no milk drama, so the looney balloonies don’t fall apart quite yet!!! …quite yet. Taco does notice Balloon seems upset after the challenge though, and trying to be a good friend, I think she’d ask him about it!!! In her own awkward way, but regardless!! He talks about it a bit, yeah? He would be really upset about what Nickel said, even without the cookie thing tipping him over the edge. As per canon, Candle is eliminated in this episode. Not a big Taco episode, but she’s so miserable in the next one she’d definitely need this reprieve. 

Episode 14 (Spring on the Breakfast): TACO MISERY EPISODE WOOOOOO!!!!!! I LOVE IT WHEN MY BLORBOS ARE MISERABLE!!! She’s paired with Yin-Yang in this episode, both having been on the Thinkers, so the other pairs are the same. Nickel and Balloon start their little divorce here rather than in the last ep. Suitcase wouldn’t have wanted Balloon pushing it aside when Nickel hurts him, yeah? Anyways. Unfortunately for me and @galacticrain they do not have a fun time together. Yang still gets them attacked by a bear. Taco having the worst time in the s1 loser room. Oh my god. Memories and regrets are flooding back!!! Yang has her do the room since she would know the elimination order, and she does, but she stops when she gets to Pickle and just… stares. Reflects. Misses. Regrets. Hurts. Cracks. For quite a while, until Yang gets tired of waiting and presses it himself, making it disappear. He finishes the room, and heads through the opened doorway. And now that there’s nothing left there, Taco leaves too, after another moment. I'm not 100% sure what to do with the fake person because it's supposed to be someone who means a lot to both the competitors and I don't think Yin Yang and Taco have a person like that that they share. Candle interacted with both of them, but she herself never really connected with Taco. And she never betrayed Yin Yang, so Yang would just be happy to see her. So. Uh. Well this AU is about TACO!!!!! So I’m putting Mic there :) Taco’s shell cracks once more upon seeing Mic. She'd probably back away from said Mic and fall down the pit trap thingy. So yeah. Misery for Taco!!!!!!!! B). She is very quiet and sad after this challenge!! And Nickloon just had their fight, so she and Balloon get to be sad, together!!! How lovely. Anyways!! Elimination time- and I’m changing things up!! Instead of Bot being eliminated in this ep, it’s Yin-Yang. With Taco added, the tiebreaker doesn’t happen, so. They don’t have the immunity vote nor milk, so there’s nothing to save them here, unfortunate as it is for them to be out. But!!! They’re still doing well without Candle’s betrayal upsetting their balance, so that’s a personal victory for them at least. 

Episode 15 (Blue Buried): GOOCO PROPAGANDA MUAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! THEY WILL BE FRIENDS IT IS INEVITABLE!!! So. You know how Taco was made to be manipulative. Taco is the manipulation queen, for better or for worse, yeah? She can absolutely tell that Blueberry is faking it. She doesn’t care enough to call him out on it when he first starts playing dead, but she’d call him out on it in the end when no one else gets it. She’s paired with Goo, so he gets to rejoin!! Yay!!! Their investigation is like that one spiderman meme in which the older spiderman is thinking and the younger spiderman is watching him think. I do not know much about Spiderman. Goo is very thankful that Taco figured it out and he could rejoin thanks to her!! Hooray!!!!!!^^ Taco gets the immunity cookie, which she does not want, and she offers it to Balloon!! But Balloon is pretty safe anyways, yeah? So he hints that maybe Taco could use the cookie to make some new connections, just like he was able to with Suitcase. Someone so friendly is a great place to start!! So she, awkwardly, since it’s Taco trying to socialize normally, gives him the immunity cookie!! And it’s Goo, so he’s happy and thankful and baby!!! And considers Taco a new friend!!!! Yippee!!!!!!! Sorry guys, I really love Goo. But this is my au so I’m not sorry actually. If you want a taco-in-iii au in which she isn’t friends with goo then make your own. Anyways, yeah, Goo rejoins, but Bot is eliminated in this episode. Same reasoning as Yin-Yang is eliminated in canon, they would destroy everyone else in the jury vote. 

Episode 16 (The Great Bluish Bake Off): This episode is quite different, yeah? No Blueberry to… drive the plot. Ah. Well, okay, the challenge is the same, travel through the dessert desert to the dessert island, bake something, Mephone’ll rate it, highest score wins! Taco would think of the hot air balloon idea, because she’s my smart lil’ cookie, and would even bring Goo and Balloon with her!! She’d initially want to just bring them, but Goo would want to invite everyone!!! And they’re buddies, so Taco lets Cabby and even Nickel in too. So they get to the desert much faster!! And they still have their ingredients, so they can actually bake!!! Except they actually need their ovens this time. Which are going to take a while to turn on. So they have some time to chill!! And Talk!!!! Mostly Talk. Nickloon are talking through their issues!!! Nickel gives his apology!!! They make up!! And Taco overhears it and thinks about apologizing to the people she’s wronged!!!  And how Nickle mentions that Balloon doesn’t have to forgive him but he still wanted to apologize regardless!!! Yay!!!!! And she and Goo get to chat for a while!! Even Cabby can join in! Speaking of Cabby, she wins immunity!! She had Mephone’s favorite cookie recipe on file, so it was pretty easy for her :]. As for the eliminated contestant? I’m killing Nickel again. Not literally, but he does get eliminated. Cabby is out of contention for voting, and Taco, much to her chagrin, still has her voted immunity. So it’s between Goo, Nickel, and Balloon. Taco, Nickel, and Balloon wouldn’t vote for Balloon, and Goo, Cabby, and Taco wouldn’t vote for Goo. That just leaves Nickel. Only Balloon and himself would be unwilling to vote for him. So in a 3-2 vote, Nickel is eliminated. But it’s okay, because he made up with his buddy and they still hug <3. 

Episode 17 (The Show Must Go On): Last episode before the finale!! Goo would love this challenge actually he gets to pitch all of his silly little ideas!!!!^^ And then he would hate it with all the burnout and all the ai “art” undertones, yeah? But uh yeah silly pitch episode my beloved, Goo makes it extra silly as he does. They still walk out at Cabby’s prompting, but since Silver isn’t here to… Silver all over the place, everyone walks out, so Mephone feels even worse about the automated episode thing! I don’t actually have too much to say about this episode, not a lot changes, it’s still a fun and silly episode full of fun and silly fake scenarios. Goo is voted out by Cabby and Balloon, unfortunately. He is another that would do quite well in the jury vote, I think. He is just too charming and cute for realsies. Taco wouldn’t take this well!! But not in the way you might think!! She isn’t angry with Balloon and Cabby, she’s angry at the game!! I mean, she has been the entire time, but Goo leaving sparks her flame up!!!! It’s not Cabby and Balloon’s fault that Goo had to leave, it’s the game!!! That she, and everyone for that matter, is forced to compete in over and over again!!! And she’s still tired of it!! She’s tired of all the grief the game causes!!! Losing friends, arguments that could be solved with just a talk if it wasn’t for the game making everything difficult, dealing with Mephone offloading his problems onto them, and refusing to let her leave!! She is pissed at him going into the finale fr. Her shell cracks more here!!!! She is so breaking literally and metaphorically I’m serious.

Episode 18 (A Jury of Your Fears): FINALE TIME!!!! They discuss season 1’s finale right at the beginning of the finale… yikers!! Taco was already having a bad day, and it just got worse. You see that that’s a theme of this finale. Taco feeling worse. Her opening statement is something simple. She does not want to be here. Do not vote for her. She is a tad grumpy, understandably so, even before her full speech. Augh and her final 3 speech is similar to her speech in Truth or Flare but like. Even more upset. Because with her getting to the finale in both s1 and s3 and having been watching for all of season 2? She's seen everything the game has done!!! Is one of the contestants who has suffered the most!!! OUCH she's carrying it all the whole time!! I mean, she’s talked to Balloon about the Pickle stuff somewhat, but he doesn’t know about Mic beyond Taco mentioning that she was meddling in season 2 And her having been homeless for years!!!! Because no one there besides Balloon knows she was watching season 2 so when she starts talking about it they're like "You were still around?? If you hate the game so much, why didn't you just leave??" And there are very much themes of her feeling trapped in the game, in her past, in her guilt, in her solitude, etc etc and with her being literally trapped in s3!!!!!! All she has wanted was to leave this entire time she just?? "It's an island! Where did you expect me to go?!" Or something!!! She has never been able to leave. Her entire life has been the game and she has lost everything because of it. She’d also bring up how they still don’t even know what this season’s prize is!!! They’re all competing and for what?? They don’t even know!!! No one unexpected needs to come. She's been cracking the entire season and finally breaks here. She is having the worst time!! Uh, oh, by the way, Candle doesn’t get upset about what Silver does with the flame here, because he doesn’t do anything, so she heads into the cage with everyone else. So no epic fight scene here. Womp womp for Candle. So yeah uh Mephone also doesn’t recover Taco. He is so very in his issues about the show ending, and just like in Truth or Flare, he isn’t eager to recover someone who just monologued about how the game sucks and how it should be ended forever, yeah? So she stays dead for a bit. Doesn’t find out about the lack of prize when Balloon and Cabby do. And then the Unvitationals jump in!! They may want the game to continue forever, but they also hate Mephone, yeah, so they recover Taco when they get control over Mephone!!! She’s not cracked anymore, having been recovered, but she’s still pretty pissed and agrees with quite a few of the Unvitationals’ points. Other than wanting the show to go on forever. She would rather it died a violent fiery death actually <3. Remember like two sentences ago when I said she’d be pretty pissed? Well she would be UNBELIEVABLY PISSED when she finds out about the plans for a fourth season. That included her. Honestly Taco would high-key want him melted. But again, she’s a smart cookie, she knows that would mean no more recovery system and she is buddies with Balloon now. Even if she would want Mephone to be dead in her heart, she wouldn’t want it in her brain, yeah? But that all brings us into the last episode of the season!!!

Episode 19 (You Can’t Do This Forever): So Taco is pretty unhappy. I don’t think she’d be big in on the Mephone’s defense. She’s angry at him, she does not have anything nice to say, so she will say nothing. She could be convinced to help by Cabby and Balloon to save everyone I think!!! Not for Mephone’s sake, but because it’s the right thing to do!!! Yeah, I don’t believe that either lol. She does it because Balloon asks her to help, and because he is at most risk of dying forever without a recovery system, especially with Walkie having just tried to kill him. She’s not losing another friend because of this stupid game. Votes are the same, not-melt still wins out, Walkie takes matters into her own lack-of-hands, lava time. So she���d go with Cabby and Balloon to the volcano!!! Unlike Silver, Taco doesn’t have an inner flame power to pretend to use to threaten Walkie-Talkie. But you know what she does have? HER GAY-ASS PINK LASER GUN THAT SHE LOOTED FROM HER OWN CORPSE!!!! Screw the inner flame, she just straight up holds Walkie at gunpoint. That’s my queen <3. Annual finale 4S appearance, Springy is revived, they go on with the voting as was the plan!! But before that? Mephone finally lets Taco quit. He offers the option if she still wants it, with an apology, and she takes it. She isn't interested in any prize, she’s only wanted to be out of the game, and Mephone finally lets her. 3rd place for Taco <3!!!! She joins as the final member of the jury. And in a close 7-9 vote, Cabby wins III!!! Good for her. Taco chills out in the library with everyone <3. She does return to Inanimate Island with the others though!! To apologize to Mic and Pickle, and also to retrieve Mepad from the forest. Oops. She’d apologize to him too. 

THE END!!! THANKS FOR READING THIS TOOK ME LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BUT I STILL HAD FUN!!! <3 <3 HOPE Y’ALL ENJOYED MY RAMBLES!!!!! :D

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Cuddles with a croc

I do not own the art or characters

whom: Sebek x gn!reader

TW: nsfw? if you squint hard enough

word count: 791

request: He gets turned into a camen in alchemy class, we’re one of only 3 responsible-ish people on campus, so crewl has us watch him, but doesn’t tell us what’s going on cuz he’s in a hurry. Croc in a blanket burrito, lots of Steve Irwin behavior from us and lots of kisses on the snoot, crewl takes croc back, Sebek now  gets quiet and turns bright red when we’re around lol

Thank you lovely @anunholyabomination for requesting this! I hope you like it since it's my first time writing a fanfic lol. Remember to drink lots of water and get lots of sleep so you can stay beautiful you!

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It was any normal day in Alchemy class with Sebek. He was yelling at his poor partner for being an idiot and putting the wrong ingredient into the transformation potion till thick green smoke started to form. “HUMAN! WHY ARE YOU BAC-” Before poor Sebek could possibly continue destroying his classmates' ears the caldron explodes, covering the room in the thick green smoke. Slowly the smoke clears revealing a small caiman sitting where Sebek should have been standing.

Here you were peacefully sitting in Ramshackle relaxing on your very much needed day off when you heard a knock at the door. You gently move Grim off of your chest, careful not to wake the sleeping cat thing. You still had no idea what kind of species to identify Grim as. He could be a feline- aaaand now the knocking on the door is even louder and frantic. “Coming! Hold on!” You quickly responded as you rushed to open the door. You opened the door to reveal an equally tired looking Crewel holding a bundled up blanket that seemed to be emitting chirping like sounds…wait was that a caiman?! “Here pup, take care of him for me” Crewel simply shoved the bundled up caiman into your arms and leaves.

“But I don’t- sigh well I guess I’m gonna have to figure out how to take care of you myself.” You look down at the small caiman and coo at its cute little face. “Awww, you’re just a little guy~ Oh! I should totally give you a cute name to fit that little face!”. Poor Sebek, now he has to be cuddled by this human! Well maybe the cuddles won't be that bad. “Hmmm, y’know you remind me a lot of friends….plus you’re just as cute as him!” The caiman looks up at you as if he understood who you were talking about. “Your name should be like his, what about Seby?” Yuu looked into the caiman’s eyes and understood it didn’t seem to enjoy the name. “Don’t judge me! I’m bad at names…” You pout, trying to think of a name the small creature would enjoy. “What about Sebok then?” The caiman moves its head as if it was nodding. “Sebok it is!” You held Sebok close and kissed his little snoot. You had put Sebok on the couch and wrapped him up in more blankets so he would stay warm since you remembered how an Australian guy on tv had said caiman have to stay at least around 97 degrees and no more than 104 degrees. “I wonder how a caiman possibly got into NRC especially when it feels like the dead of winter out there.” You look down at Sebok and giggle when he starts to make the same chirping like sound from earlier. “I really should send a picture of your cute little face to Sebek, you’re just too adorable!” You lean down and start kissing Sebok’s little head while making exaggerated kissing sounds. Thankfully Grim was still asleep so he couldn’t see this disgustingly sweet action and get jealous. Sebok didn’t seem to mind the kisses that much, he actually seemed to enjoy them. 

A few hours passed of you showering Sebok in kisses and cuddles. “Oh my! It’s already past twelve!” You quickly pick up Sebok and the somehow still sleeping Grim and head upstairs to your room. You placed both Grim and Sebok on the bed before looking through your dresser to find some sleepwear. You start to undress and take off your undergarments so you could put on clean ones. Once you finish changing you turn around and find Sebok frozen in place. “Oh? Are you ok little one? Are you cold?” You sit down on the bed and put Sebok in your lap. “I’ll warm you up” You smile as Sebok nuzzles into your body and slowly starts to drift off. When the small caiman finally falls into a slumber you pull the covers over the two of you and slowly start to fall asleep yourself.

It has been a week since Crewel had taken Sebok from you. Even though you only took care of the caiman for a day you felt really attached to him. You also noticed how Sebek would blush when he was near you. The poor thing would always storm off while hiding his boner. Perhaps one of these days he would get rid of this burden by telling you how he feels….well of course after he’s had some fun with you in the janitor's closet or an empty classroom. If not Lilia will have to intervene so he can get the grandchildren he wants. Hm? Why did you get an invitation from Sebek to come have tea at Diasomnia?

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Ericca...pssst...pssssst....i just read the new tattoo artist!billy fic aaaand:

Dylan's first heartbreak 👀👀👀👀

I never get tired of your asks my sweet, sweet friend but i definitely will never ever get tired of your asks for this wonderful little family. I hope you enjoy what I did here. Thank you again! ♥️

Heartbreaker

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader Wife, and their son, Dylan William

Warnings: Fluff, getting dumped, couple of swear words I think?

Word Count: 2.1K-ish

Summary: Dylan experiences his first broken heart and needs a little help getting through it. His parents are there to help him.

A/N: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“I didn’t know what to say to him, sweet girl. I never dated any woman long enough to have them break my heart. I always broke theirs.” Billy said with concern in his voice for his son and raised eyebrows.

“Oh I know you’re a heartbreaker from way back, Casanova.” You said and your voice dripping with sass.

Billy narrowed his eyes at you and tried to stop himself from smiling but he couldn’t. He always loved when you were a little bit spicy with him which is why he referred to you as his “little firecracker.”

But this wasn’t about Billy’s past or yours, for that matter. It was about trying to get your son to talk to you.

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When Billy was just your tattoo artist, you were well aware of his reputation with the ladies although Frank would let little things slip here and there about how much Billy loved tattooing you or that he cleared his schedule to make room for an appointment for you.

But you had to be protective of your heart. Billy had quite the womanizing reputation and the last thing you needed was to get hurt again like all the other past relationships in your life that had gone wrong. But he was hard to stay away from and it was difficult to not have a crush on him.

In the end, you had never been so happy to finally learn that he had deeper feelings for you other than friendship because you were now married to the man of your dreams, had two great kids, and Billy still only had eyes for you.

But right now you had a bit of a problem. Well, maybe not really a problem but a little situation that you weren’t expecting so soon from Dylan. He just had his heart broken for the first time.

One of Billy’s latest talks with his son was to tell Dylan to ease up on the playboy attitude that he clearly got from his father and even at 16, he knew full well how handsome he was. You didn’t want Dylan having the reputation in school as the class heartbreaker and he actually listened and took his father’s advice but he wasn’t expecting to be on the receiving end of a broken heart.

You remember when he came home to tell you he asked out the prettiest girl in his class, Lila, and he was really excited to take her out on a date. She was the first girl that Dylan had actually told you and Billy about, you knew there had been others but this one was different.

He seemed to really like her and after a few weeks of dating, Dylan started referring to Lila as his “girlfriend.” She had been over for dinner, was very polite, and even met and hung out with Anna Raven on a weekend she was home from college.

They were inseparable, always texting, and spending all of their spare time together. You had never seen Dylan smile so much but unfortunately, it didn’t last.

About four months after Dylan started dating Lila, you came home from work and started to cook dinner as usual. You just assumed Dylan was upstairs doing his homework or playing video games so when dinner was ready, you called him down to come eat.

Dylan replied in somewhat of an angry tone, “I’m not hungry, mom!”

Your son was always hungry, the kid had snacks upon snacks before dinner was even ready most nights and would still clean his plate.

With a narrowed expression, Billy said, “That’s strange…kid is always hungry. He eats like he has hollow legs.”

“Go check on him, baby…please?” You asked, nervously.

Billy went upstairs, was up there for a few minutes, then came back down, only to tell you that Dylan said he wasn’t hungry, he was just tired, and he had a long day between school, homework and practicing his guitar.

“It’s just not like him, Billy.” You said.

Billy shrugged.

“I can’t force it out of him, sweet girl. You know it’s not easy for Dylan to talk about things.” He said.

“Yeah, I wonder where he gets that from.” You said, sarcastically.

Your husband playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“I know, I know but let’s just let it go for now and if it keeps up, we’ll try and talk to him about whatever is bothering him, ok?” Said Billy.

“Are you trying to brush this off because you’re hungry and you wanna eat dinner?” You asked with your arms folded protectively across your chest.

“Damn, you really do know me better than anyone, don’t you, beautiful.” Billy said with a wide smile. “We’ll get to the bottom of it, I promise and Dylan’s a tough kid. He’ll be alright for tonight.”

Billy touched his forehead to yours then gave you a gentle kiss, the scent of green soap was potent on his clothes and you could feel the heat coming off of his body, through his shirt.

He always knew how to ease your tension. When his lips touched yours, you felt your shoulders relax and your stress melt away.

You just hoped your son was alright.

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The next two nights were the same as the previous one. Dylan told you he wasn’t hungry, Billy tried to talk to him but didn’t want to tell his father what was bothering him until the third night of skipping dinner. That was when he told Billy that Lila broke up with him.

Billy didn’t know how to respond.

“Ah buddy, I’m…sorry.” Said Billy.

Dylan raised his voice.

“I did what you and mom said I should do! I found a girl that I really liked, told her how I felt and she dumped me for it, Dad!” He yelled. “I shouldn’t have let her get to me. You’re lucky. You never let anyone get close to you except Mom and you turned out fine!”

“I don’t want you to make the same mistakes as I did, Dylan. It took me six years to even admit that I had feelings for your mother! And it was all on the account of me being a stubborn asshole.” Billy said, tensely.

Dylan continued, “Well, it’s not gonna happen to me again. Can you please just leave me alone, Dad? I wanna be alone.”

Billy did as his son asked, left his room and came back downstairs where you were anxiously waiting for him to tell you what happened.

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“Casanova, huh? Very funny, sweet girl.” Billy stated.

“I just want him to be ok, Billy.” You said with a slight smile.

“I tried to tell him, baby. I tried to tell him that I didn’t want him making the same mistakes I did with a womanizing attitude but he didn’t wanna listen to me. He is right though; I don’t know what it’s like to have my heart broken.” Said Billy.

You pondered for a brief minute before responding.

“Well, maybe not in that particular sense but you do know what unrequited love feels like.” You said, softly.

Billy knew you were talking about his mother.

“That’s different, sweet girl.” He said through clenched teeth.

No matter how many times it scars over, that wound left by his mother will never ever be fully healed but you would always be there to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding when he needed you to.

“You told me all about having your heart broken a few times, baby. I remember you talking about your first boyfriend and how badly you took that one. Maybe you could share that story with Dylan. It could help him feel better.” Said Billy.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt. I’ll give it a try.” You said, fixating your eyes to the top of the stairs.

Billy kissed your forehead, flashed his million-dollar smile at you, and wished you good luck.

You were going to need it.

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Three light knocks rapped against Dylan’s bedroom door.

“Dylan honey? Can I come in?” You asked, softly.

From behind the door, he sadly replied, “Whatever.”

“Dylan, I know what it’s like to have your heart broken.” You said, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

Mumbling into his pillow, he replied, “Dad never broke your heart, Mom.”

“You’re right but if he even thinks about it, he’s a dead man.” You replied, hoping to get a chuckle.

His shoulders moved slightly up and down. You could tell that made him laugh.

You tried to tell him how sorry you are but he wasn’t responding so you decided to tell him about how your first boyfriend dumped you. It was senior year of high school, you were 17 years old, and you had never been in a relationship before. A cute blond haired, blue eyed boy from your class kept showing up at your soccer practices as well as your games. He was also your physics lab partner.

He seemed to really like you so you started seeing each other. The two of you went to the movies, went to shoot pool, grabbed dinner, and he even picked you up for school every morning.

Things were going really well until you told him how you were feeling and said those three little words, to which he replied with absolutely nothing.

“He called me the next day to break up with me over the phone, probably so he wouldn’t have to look at me, see the tears in my eyes, or watch my bottom lip tremble as he broke my heart into a thousand pieces.” You said in barely more than a whisper.

Dylan sat up on his bed, his shoulders were hunched and his eyes were glued to the floor as he replied, “I asked Lila if she wanted to go to junior prom with me. She said that prom wasn’t for another few months and that she wasn’t sure she liked me enough to go to the prom with me.”

Even though he was 16, the thought of some girl breaking Dylan’s heart made your blood boil.

“Why that little bit—“ You had started to say before Billy burst through the door.

“AH, AH, sweet girl!” He yelled, shaking his head. “Not helpful, baby.”

You knew he was right so you composed yourself and said, “Dylan, it will get easier. If you’re meant to be, she’ll come back and if not, it just means there’s someone else out there especially for you. I was meant to be with your Dad and I just had to get through a few broken hearts first, that’s all. Going through this kind of stuff makes you stronger and sometimes life isn’t all a bunch of fluffy bunnies and unicorns. The strong always survive, just ask your Dad.”

You glanced at Billy as a wide smile stretched across your lips.

Even as a little boy, Dylan had always wanted to be just like his father, he looked up to Billy, and for not having one or a role model of what a father should be, Billy was a really great dad.

“You’re gonna be alright, buddy. Your mother is tough too, she didn’t tell you the part of the story where the next time she saw the kid who dumped her, she walked right over to him and kicked him square in the balls.” Billy said with a devilish smirk.

“Hey now! I still maintain that he kicked himself in the beans.” You said, biting back your laughter.

Dylan started to laugh as he replied, “Well Mom, now I know where Anna gets her feistiness from. She kicked that first boyfriend, Jake, in the nuts too.”

Billy said, “My two firecrackers…regular and mini.”

Dylan looked at the two of you and with a slight smile on his face, said, “Thanks Mom, thanks Dad. I think I’m starting to feel a little better.”

Time will tell if Dylan will go back to his heartbreaking ways although you hoped he wouldn’t. Setbacks are bound to happen especially after experiencing his first broken heart and it would take some time before he could give his heart away again.

You didn’t want him to completely shut himself down like Billy had done numerous times with you and sometimes still does but you didn’t want him to be completely naïve to all the Lila’s of the world either.

No matter how old he gets, Dylan will always be your baby boy and you’ll always want to protect him, Anna Raven also. But both of your children were learning to navigate their own lives with, of course, some stumbling and falling along the way but they were problem solvers, determined, tough around the edges but had kind hearts.

And you knew that whatever happened, they would pick themselves up and persevere because Russo’s never quit, they never give up, and they will always fight for what they want.

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My thoughts on the show: SPOILERS BELOW

As someone who has never been to one of their tours before IT WAS SO SURREAL TO SEE THEM IN PERSON OH MY GOD

Lots of Canada jokes!!

I went into this having allll the spoilers and I was still not prepared for the dolls humping ����😭

Conspiracies were Toilets, Fake, Tour Bus, and Vegas - even tho we knew all the conspiracies already, I was so excited to see the Vegas video im so glad we picked that one!!

For role model or nole model, we voted to kill both real Dan and real Phil 😂😂 Laywer Dan banned Americans, wrote erotica about the Canucks and was arrested for weed 😭 Dr Phil of course helped old ladies cum again, his favourite word was aboot, and had a collection of furries lol

For the boxing match, I dunno if they toned it down, people hyped it up too much or I just saw enough spoilers to be desensitized but it didn’t seem that crazy to me?? 😂 like it was hilarious and captivating to watch but I wasn’t like oh that’s a lot? 😂

In the part where they run out of the theatre and back in, I was like two seats from the aisle though and they ran right past me!! I didn’t get m&g so it was exciting to see them up close!

Their one minute talking thing today was about Moose lol which led to Phil saying “what’s a mooseknuckle?” Aaaand that’s where Dan cut him off 😂

THE NUN omg Dan was Sooo extra careful to not flash anyone 😭😭😭 Also it was definitely because I was a bit further back so couldn’t see it super well but it fr looks like he was not wearing any underwear 😂😂😂 guessing he wore nude coloured tonight lol?

My confession didn’t get read sadly but the ones that were were sooo funny - someone submitted a phanfiction for a school assignment 😭 Phil also sprayed Dan with the holy water a bunch hahaha

The deep chats were good, made feel sad for them but also really happy for our phandom to be in the place it’s at today and I’m so glad they stuck it out with us 🫶🏻

THE SONG WAS SO GOOD it’s literally still stuck in my head 😂😂

THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW im rly tired and going to bed but I’ll post more as it comes to mind 🫶🏻

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Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

Y’all ready for Miguel to finally kiss (Y/N)’s ass??!?!?!? Not proofread enjoy lol, I had a lot of fun writing this. I tried to be a bit artsy near the end it it’s too cringe I’ll probably delete it and redo it lmao.

Cursing, Miguel finally getting his shit together, lol he’s ooc but it’s okayyy lol

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)-Last name, (N/N)-Nickname.

Word count: 2.1k

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Chapter 12: What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

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You hated to admit it, but you kind of missed throwing away those stupid little apology notes from Miguel. Oddly enough, they had stopped appearing on your desk the day after your last little “date” with Spider-Man. Though you doubt there was any correlation, you couldn’t help but wonder why all of a sudden he would stop after what was about two or three weeks of nothing but notes after notes of apologies.

“He probably realized that you aren’t going to forgive him and decided to finally give up.” Mj’s voice sounded through your phone speaker, lying next to you as you laid on your stomach on top of your bed. Checking over your new manicure you had just received that morning, before letting out a huff as you dramatically dropped your head down on the mattress.

“Can we stop bringing him up? I don’t need reminders of his existence, not like I didn’t have enough reminders before…” You grumbled, you're sure if she was there with you she’d roll her eyes at your theatrics.

“I feel like we talk too much about you two.” She teased, the end of her sentence trailing off in a chuckle.

“Yeah because now that you're dating Peter, I can’t tease you about how you act like a nervous wreck around him anymore.” You shot back, picking your head back up and raising your brow, your smirk evident in your tone.

“Don’t be bitter that I got a boyfriend before (N/N), I’m sure spidey will ask you soon enough.” Your cheeks flared as your best friend tease, despite you starting it first you couldn’t help but feel yourself becoming a bit more shy at the mention of Spider-Man. You know not to take it to heart though as you let out a small laugh.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for that date right now.” You point out, having remembered that she mentioned to you during your last class together that Peter was planning on taking her to some movie after his photography club.

“Oh shit- you’re right! I got to go, I’ll text you later!”

“Okay bye have fu-aaaand she hung up, welp.” You drop your head on your bed once more after grabbing your pillow to place underneath you. Deciding taking a nap would be better than spending the next few hours doing something else, too tired from school to even attempt to watch a movie or tv show, let alone read or do homework. A sigh escapes through your nose, closing your eyes as you snuggle against the pillow, waiting to succumb to your own exhaustion. The white noise of your air conditioner running in the background lulling you to sleep.

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“Maybe this is too on the nose…” Miguel mumbled to himself as he glanced down to the wrapped item in his hands, trying to compose himself as he stands in front of your dorm room, gathering the courage to knock.

It was almost embarrassing, that he was going to grovel at your doorstep in order to get you to even look at him again. He was already bruising his ego enough with the countless apology notes that you didn’t even bother to glance at for longer than a second before tossing them, let alone read. Still despite his… complicated feelings towards you, he’d rather you bruise his ego then anyone else.

His eyes came back to stare at your room number that was etched into your door, before nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

You were a smart girl, a very smart girl. Miguel knew that. So he knew he was potentially playing with fire with his apology gift, he knew more than anyone else how your brain worked, he knew that you could take one glance at it and all the pieces would fall in place. He just hoped that for one, he would wave away any suspicions that you might come up with. Worst case scenario you outright declare him as Spider-Man, but then what? You weren’t one to tell secrets, you weren’t money or fame hungry so you weren’t going to go off and tell the media for a check.

Miguel shook his head, trying to shake away all the possibilities that were now coming to the forefront of his mind. Close his eyes to take in deep breath before opening to them once again to stare at your door.

‘If I keep thinking about it, I’ll end up walking away, just knock damnit.’

Finally, with a sharp exhale through his nostrils, he brings up his enclosed fist to tap lightly on your door. The edge of lips pulling downward after not getting any confirmation that you heard his knocking. After another louder knock, his ears finally picking up the faintest of annoyed groans, making his tensed shoulders slip down just a few centimeters.

Miguel thanked whatever dumb constructor decided to not give the ancient dorm building doors peepholes, because if they did, he knew you wouldn’t have opened the door for him. That’s why he stuck his foot out to act as a stopper, preventing you from closing it in his face once you realized who had decided to interrupt your short lived nap.

What a relief to be able to see your face up close with the mask on to counsel his. Despite the fact that your fake polite smile quickly melted away from your face once you realized who was at your doorstep, leaving a scowl to come and take its place. Miguel barely had time to open his mouth before your frame was once again covered by the wooden door, his school assigned leather shoes certainly getting scuffed from it hitting the side of them. Not even wincing as you attempted to push his foot out with resting your weight against the door.

“(L/N), Come on. It’s been weeks, you can’t keep ignoring me. Just… I-I know I fucked up okay? You were trying to be civil with me and I… Look I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.” His free hand came up and pushed against the door lightly, not enough to knock you off your balance or anything but enough to peak his head through the door to meet your glare once more. “You know more than anyone else that I don’t do serious apologies. Just hear me out. You’ve-You’ve already got me begging here (L/N), to just be in the same room with you so I can admit I’m an asshole. You don’t have to forgive me, just hear me out! Please-“

He was able to squeeze himself through the crack of the door, closing it before him and leaning against it as he attempted to catch his breath from his babbling, chest raising up and down rapidly as his pleading eyes turned a bit more intense, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest, letting out an irritated huff as you kept your eyes on him.

“Get out O’Hara-“

“I’m tired of you ignoring me, what do you want me to do, huh!? You and I are too intertwined into each other’s lives for you to ignore me forever. You know that-“

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes a bit. Miguel, now standing up straight, took a step towards you, a hand flying to his chest as usually narrowed and bored eyes suddenly turned wild and frantic almost like a confused puppy.

“I-“ he paused, letting out a huff, before lowering his voice down to just above a whisper. “I’m not going to leave until you listen to me please just-“ He stutters, taking another pause as his eyes flutter shut tightly, you haven’t even noticed that his eyes were turning glossy and red until he opened them again, had you ever seen Miguel cry before? Well if you hadn’t, this might be a first for you both. “Please (Y/N).”

The use of the first name between you both was rare, you had been in more near death situations then you’ve heard your first name uttered from Miguel’s lips. So hearing it with such… desperation… it made your heart jump up to your throat. Your eyes never leaving his as he took another step towards you and… oh my god… is he kneeling?

“Please I-“ He choked out, the wetness that was threatening to spill out from the corner of his eye finally came down, his hands reached out to yours in desperation, you were too much in shock to think about pulling them away as you blinked down at him almost stupidly. “I can't… take it anymore. I feel like I’m going mad.”

He was being completely truthful with that statement too. He was jealous of his super powered alter ego from getting more attention from you then he was just as himself.

You finally pull yourself back into the current moment, clearing your throat as you shake yourself to help gather your words, neither of you noticing during the whole ordeal that Miguel’s apology gift had landed a few feet away from the door. Tugging at his hands as a signal to get up and off the floor. “O-okay, okay fine. Just-get up Miguel, Jesus…”

You wanted to keep holding onto this grudge of yours, but how could you when you had brought a man who is twice your size and four times your ego down to his knees? Reducing him to nothing more than a crying begging mess. Simple answer, you couldn’t. Whether it’s simple petty or if you felt like you were truly ready to hear him out, it honestly didn’t matter to you anymore. It’s clear from his breakdown that he had suffered enough.

He let out the biggest sigh of relief, sniffing a bit as he finally brought himself back up from your floor. A large hand of his coming up to wipe away a few lingering tears of frustration once he was up on his feet again. A silence fell over you both as you gave him a few seconds to collect himself properly before he could start explaining himself. Finally, with a clearing of his throat, bloodshot eyes met yours.

“Look, I know that… we haven’t been anything more than tolerant of each other… but I should have never,” his hands went to find yours again, grasping tightly as if he was afraid that you’d disappear in front of him. “Ever. Said that stuff to you. It was… too much even for us, if I could take it back, I would. I have no idea what snapped in my mind to say such vile things to you, it was wrong, it was stupid-so stupid-and I regret it. Regret it more than anything I’ve ever done in my life. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Hell, say the word and I’ll walk out of here and I’ll disappear from your life forever. “

You have honestly never felt so speechless before. Miguel has never made you feel so speechless before.

“But god do I want you to forgive, to take those words back. I'll do anything, and when I tell you that I’ll do anything, I mean anything.”

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your throat, uneasiness bubbling up in your lower gult, despite laughing being your first reaction, you could tell he was all but joking. Your tongue stuck out to lick your suddenly dry lips.

“I can tell you’re being quite… erm, serious, so,” you pause, inhaling the tense air in hopes it’ll help calm your nerves, “I accept your apology.” Miguel took a deep breath to keep himself from turning into a babbling mess again, he could feel that heavy pressure on his chest filling up, he could finally breathe agai-“but I don’t forgive you.” He could feel his airways clog back up, he felt like he was blue screening as his ears heard the words but his mind didn’t want to accept it. He wants to do nothing more than to grovel at your feet again for you to take those words back.

But he couldn’t, it made him a little happier to know that there is something he can build off of, still as he finally was able to drag himself out from your room after putting on the facade of countenance , he felt the need to release all his pent up emotions out. He wanted to cry till his tear ducts stopped working, sob till his throat felt raw. But he couldn’t get himself to do it, his body simply wouldn’t let him, refusing to undo all of his years hiding his emotions more than he’s already done in your room, you're the only one who could make him feel again. What was that book his class started reading last week?

He felt like he had no mouth, and he had to scream.

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[paradisedixon]

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rick grimes x fem!reader

summary: you’re tired of having to ask everyone for supplies after shane forbid you from going on runs for no reason, so you ask the next best man for permission.

warning(s): bad flirting?? idk

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“Hey, Rick? Can I talk to you for a second?” You approached him and Shane, hand on one of your hips. Rick nodded and Shane stood there, just looking at you.

“Alone.” You almost sneered, and Shane scoffed before walking away. Rick had an amused expression directed at you, and you shook your head.

“I know he’s your best friend, Rick, but God he can be annoying.” Rick chuckled at you, crossing his arms, the muscles of his forearms more prominent under his brown button down.

“You wanted to talk to me about somethin’?” His drawl made you blank, but his words registered a beat later and you huffed a laugh.

“Yeah, I wanted to let you know that I want to go on runs. Now before you refuse,” you held up a hand to stop the words from coming from his already open mouth, “I just want you to know that I used to go on runs with Glenn all the time until Shane showed up. Glenn already said he’d be happy to help me get back in the groove, I just didn’t want to go behind your back.” Rick looked impressed with your maturity, and you realized up until then he thought of you as just a kid, with you being so much younger. He just looked at you for a moment, and you started to get nervous. Had I overstepped? Was me asking Glenn before I asked him already going behind his back?

Aaaand here comes the word vomit.

“And I’m sorry, Rick, but I’m not doing your laundry. I mean what is that,” you motioned to a large, dried, brown spot on the thigh of his jeans, “mud? Shit? I don’t know and I’m not going to know because I’m not scrubbing it. By the way, have I told you how devilishly handsome you are? I mean, your eyes are like the ocean, only dreamier-“

“Alright, alright, you can go. You don’t have to butter me up or nothin’, geez.” He cuts you off with a breathless chuckle. A light blush fanned the apples of his cheeks, and you felt your ears get hot at the realization that you just told the man you had a crush on that his eyes were dreamy. You covered up your embarrassment with a smirk and finger guns.

“You’re the man, Rick.” He chuckled and you both turned away, but in an impulsive move you turned back around and stopped him by his elbow. Why why why-

“And I wasn’t joking, either. The whole mysterious, bad boy slash farmer thing is really workin’ for you.” You kept the smirk on your lips even though you were screaming in your mind, why am I still talking?? Why the hell are you saying that?? Please someone just kill me now-

“I’m flattered, really I am, but I’m a married man.” Rick chuckled, placing his hands on his hips. His eyes looked to see if anyone was hearing this, and when he realized no one was around he looked down at his boots and shook his head with a flustered chuckle. The redness of his ears made you giggle.

“What? A girl can’t pay a man an innocent compliment anymore?” The look of surprise he gave you made your smirk widen into a grin, and you sent him a wink and gave him a pat on his muscular bicep before spinning on your heel and making your way to the farmhouse.

“I won’t let you down, Grimes.” You threw over your shoulder, using the last bit of your confidence to remain calm in your walk back to tell Maggie you just embarrassed the hell out of yourself in front of your group’s leader.

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[A/N] this one’s short and sweet lol

[moon-and2saturn]

Antithesis

j.t.k x reader & j.m.k. x reader

part II

word count: 7.5k

warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!! fluff, swearing, drinking, a little bit of name calling, cheating *kind of* SMUT: flirting, kissing, sexually implicit language, touching, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving & m. receiving), unprotected sex, biting, degradation kink if you squint, cum play (just a little bit, ok?)

a/n: aaaand i’m back! sorry that i’ve been gone so long… getting ready to graduate college is no joke! but i worked really hard on this one, so i hope you all enjoy :)

listen to the official playlist on Spotify here

read part one here

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It’s been a little over a week since your encounter with Jake, and it has yet to desert the back of your mind. It plagues you, like some sort of nightmare that you can’t seem to wake up from. Luckily for you, you haven’t had to see him too much since his party, since you and Josh had spent the Christmas holiday apart. The two of you were still a relatively new couple, if you could even call it that, and weren’t remotely serious enough to meet each other’s parents, at least in your opinion. He didn’t seem to mind too much, however, and he and his brothers went back to Michigan for the holiday. 

Despite the much-needed distance, your dilemma with Jake was still all you could think about. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could feel was Jake’s cold, calloused hands on your skin, giving you a feeling of euphoria that you had yet to experience before. And even if you wanted to forget about it (which you didn’t), it seems as though he won’t let you. Much to your surprise, you received a call from an unknown number late Christmas Eve after you’ve already tucked yourself into bed in your childhood bedroom at your parents’ house.

“Merry Christmas, sunshine.”

You swallow deeply. “Jake…?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he replies, “The one and only.” His voice is deep and husky, slurring his words together slightly. You can tell that he’s had plenty to drink.

You roll your eyes and ask, “How did you get my number?” 

“I have my ways… A gentleman never reveals his secrets.” He utters, with confidence dripping off his words like honey. You scoff at him but say nothing. He speaks again, a bit more hushed than before.

“You been thinkin’ about me, baby? I know I’ve been thinkin’ about you.” The hoarseness of his voice on the other line is enough to make your knees buckle, but you’d never let him know that. 

“Definitely not,” you say, lying through your teeth. “You’re the last thing that would ever be on my mind, actually.” You hear him chuckle to himself.

“Yeah? Thinkin’ about my brother, then?” he jests, seeing right through you.

“And what if I am?” you reply, refusing to back down.

“He can’t handle you, sunshine. He doesn’t have it in him,” he says, and you can practically hear the annoyance in his voice.

“And you think you can? Is that it?” you scoff, starting to grow tired of his games.

“Why don’t you tell me? I seemed to handle you quite well the last time we saw each other, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he says, his voice in almost a low whisper now. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t affect you. You were under his spell, and he knew it.

“Goodnight, Jake,” you reply, a smile apparent in your voice, then hang up the phone. You stare at his phone number for a moment before creating a new contact, naming it “Bane Of My Existence,” then close your phone, set it on your bedside table, and go to sleep.

That was a week ago, and you’ve been able to avoid your dilemma since then. But now, with New Year's Eve tonight, they’ve all returned for a “night of revelry,” as Josh called it. As excited as you are to spend New Year’s Eve with Josh, you’re fearful of what’s to come if you find yourself alone with Jake again. You hope that it won’t get to that point, and you’re going to do your best to avoid it at all costs.

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Luckily, Josh was hosting the party this time, which made you feel slightly less nervous. He got home from his trip yesterday morning, so he took the two of you out on a date last night and you stayed over to help him prepare for the party. Even though you didn’t need to be there that early to set up, you enjoyed the excuse to spend some extra time alone with him. You hope that the more time you spend with Josh, the easier it will be to forget about your previous intoxicated lapse of judgment with his twin.

You wake up, rolling over in bed to face him, He’s still asleep, laying on his back with his hands on his chest, snoring ever-so-slightly. You know that the snoring is thanks to his very deviated septum, which he refuses to get surgery for. Josh told you that Jake had gotten his fixed last year and it got rid of his snoring completely. He won’t get it done, though- he’s convinced that it would “ruin his angelic singing voice.” You rolled your eyes at him that day, but it was something that you admired about him: his dedication to his art. 

Despite the band being Jake’s idea at the start, singing has slowly become Josh’s entire life, that much has been obvious to you. He puts his entire heart and soul into it, sometimes at the expense of his health and well-being. He tends to push himself too far, but in the past year, it’s clear that he’s learning from his mistakes. This new tour meant new beginnings and better habits for him, and you couldn’t be prouder.

You reach your hand over to him gently, pushing some of his curls back and out of his face. Josh’s eyes begin to flutter open and land on you as a smile creeps across his face.

“I could get used to this,” he mutters with a smirk, his voice sounding groggy after just waking up.

“Don’t get too comfortable now,” you joke, running your fingers through his hair as you gaze at him with a smile. 

“If you’re not careful, I just might,” he says, his smile widening as he begins to sit up. Your cheeks turn pink at his words and you try to look down to avoid any teasing. 

“So…” you say with a smile, “You wanna go get some coffee?”

“You read my mind, darling,” he says, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on your lips and grins. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

You roll your eyes and turn around to get out of bed, heading toward the bathroom to get ready for the day. But first, you turn around and quip back, “Because I always like to go get coffee? No other reasons?”

“Oh, I could list plenty of other reasons, lover…” he answers, walking toward you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Want me to show you?”

You swear your heart stopped right then and there. His eyes had darkened as he looked down at you with a smirk, and you could already feel his morning wood against your abdomen. No, no- you had to stay focused (for now). Your cheeks flush and you clear your throat, trying not to appear too flustered. “Coffee first,” you say, smiling softly as you meet his eyes before grabbing your overnight back from the floor and heading into the bathroom.

You quickly shut the door behind you and rest your back against it, taking in a deep breath. You were way in over your head with the Kiszkas, and you knew it. You take a look in the mirror, seeing how disheveled you looked from your night’s sleep. You’re not sure how Josh could still be attracted to you, even when you looked like such a mess, but you know the answer to that question was one that you’re not quite ready for yet.

You quickly brush your teeth and braid your hair loosely down your back, leaving out a few strands around your face. You take off Josh’s old Greta Van Fleet t-shirt that he gave you to sleep in last night and throw on your oversized college sweatshirt and a pair of light-colored jeans. When you go to open the bathroom door, Josh is sitting on the bed, waiting for you. He had put on his favorite Sherpa jacket and some khaki pants. He must have gone to get ready in the spare bathroom downstairs since his hair looked neat and his face was freshly washed. He turns his head as he hears the door open, smiling as he catches sight of you.

“There she is,” he says, standing up and walking over to you. You smile at him, holding his shirt in your hands.

“I should probably give this back…” you mutter, holding it out for him to take. Instead, he shakes his head and gently pushes your hand downward.

“Nuh-uh. That’s yours now,” he says with a proud smile. “It doesn’t fit me anymore. Besides, you look much better in it anyway.” You blush, meeting his gaze. “Okay.”

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Josh heads down the stairs and you follow closely after him, sliding on your sneakers before heading out the door toward his car. He unlocks the car with his keys and opens the door for you before rounding the car and getting into the driver’s seat. He turns the car on and the radio starts blaring, causing Josh to quickly hit the Bluetooth button on the screen.

“You wanna put something on?” he asks. You’ve been in his car plenty of times by now, but you’d never really had the opportunity to control the music before, as he usually would have something on before you got in the car. The corners of your lips turn into a small smile as you nod, connecting your phone to his car’s Bluetooth.

You decide to put on your 60s and 70s playlist, knowing that he’d probably enjoy anything that might come on from there. As the opening notes of a familiar song start to play as he pulls out of the driveway, you can already tell that your intuition was right.

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You’d be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much 

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

A smirk appears on his lips as he looks over at you, clearly happy with your song choice. He nods his head along with a smile as he drives to your favorite coffee shop in downtown Nashville. As the next verse starts, though, he begins to sing along.

Pardon the way that I stare

There’s nothing to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

He turns his head to meet your gaze, winking at you before turning back to the road.

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it’s real

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You giggle at his attempt at a serenade as the chorus gears up, deciding to join in with him. He places his right hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he smiles brightly, sneaking glances every chance he gets.

I love you, baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm a lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust me when I say

You can’t help but look at him with the biggest smile on your face. You knew then and there that if anyone knew you the best, it would be Josh. Despite whatever your romantic relationship was, this man is your best friend. He gets you more than anyone else does. You place your hand on his, which is still planted on your thigh. 

Oh, pretty baby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby

Let me love you

You finally arrive at the coffee shop and pull into a parking space at the front. Josh puts the car in park and turns to notice that you’re already looking at him, smiling from ear to ear.

“What?” he asks, smiling at you.

“Nothing- just you,” you answer.

“You growing soft on me, darlin’?” he jokes, reaching over to brush some of your stray hairs behind your ear.

“Yeah, maybe I am,” you say, leaning into his hand as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. He smiles wide and brings your face to his, kissing you. You smile against his lips as he pulls you closer to him, brushing your tongue against his bottom lip as if to ask permission for its entry. He opens his mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to slip past his lips and meet his own, causing him to let out a low groan. Before you get the chance to pull him closer to you, he ends the kiss, keeping his face mere inches away from yours.

“If we keep going like that, then we’re not gonna make it inside that coffee shop, baby,” he whispers, stroking your cheek before turning to open his door, then going around the front of the car and opening yours. You try to get rid of the flush of your cheeks as you exit the car and enter the cafe, taking Josh’s hand in yours.

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You both got your coffee and then went to run some errands to get ready for this party. You stopped at the party store for some decorations, the grocery store for snacks and ingredients for appetizers, and the liquor store to get a few bottles of champagne and stock up on tequila. Before you know it, it’s nearly 5 p.m. and it’s time to start getting ready. Josh knew that it would take you a while, so he opted to shower first and then went downstairs to start cooking the famous dish that he makes for every party- jalapeño poppers with a secret dipping sauce that he won’t share with anyone, not even with you. Cooking skills are well beyond your expertise, so you just let him enjoy it on his own.

You finish up in the shower and wrap one of Josh’s soft, white towels around your body, tucking it in on the top corner. You tap your watch to check the time, which you left sitting on the counter, which reads 6:12 p.m. The guests are supposed to be arriving around 8, so you luckily have enough time for now, but Josh did warn you that his brothers will likely arrive early. You go to plug in your hair dryer, then begin drying your hair. Your mom had just gifted you one of those fancy hair dryers for Christmas that curls your hair as you dry it, and you finally have an excuse to test it out. 

After a while of drying, thanks to the thickness and length of your hair, you finally achieve the style you were hoping for, a blowout with a beautiful curl to it. You spray in a bit of hairspray, then start on your makeup. You lay on your base makeup and then add in some light silver eyeshadow, just enough to make your eyes sparkle. You apply eyeliner, just enough to line your eyes tightly, then put on a layer of mascara. You put on dark red lipstick then pick up your watch from the counter: 6:58 p.m. Still plenty of time to spare. You head out of the bathroom to get dressed. 

You walk to Josh’s closet to take your dress off its hanger. It was a tight silver sequined dress, hitting around the middle of your thighs. It has thin straps and a square neckline, which didn’t show too much cleavage but definitely didn’t leave that much to the imagination. You put it on, then slip on your black heels and go downstairs to find Josh.

You turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs and walk toward the kitchen. You see Josh in front of the oven, putting his jalapeño popper in to bake. He’s wearing a white sweater with a pair of gray dress pants and black loafers. As he hears the cadence of your heels, he turns around and leans his side against the counter, not taking his eyes off of you for a second as he watches you approach him. A smile spreads across his face as you get closer, then he reaches his arms out and places his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. 

“Oh, you look delicious, baby…” he says, capturing your lips in his. It’s quick and almost impatient- you can tell that you picked the right dress. With his hands still on your waist, he flips you both around so that your lower back rests against the kitchen counter. His hands slide down to grip your ass and he lets out a low groan as he pulls you closer to him. 

“I should cancel this party right now, keep you all to myself,” he mumbles as his lips start to pepper kisses along our jawline and down your neck. “It’s not too late, you know, I’ll call everyone right now…” You lean your head back as he continues his assault on your neck, a small whimper leaving your mouth as you feel him suck one of the sensitive spots on your skin. But unfortunately for you, amidst your heated interaction with Josh, neither of you heard the front door swing open.

“It seems like I might be interrupting something,” you hear a deep voice say from behind Josh. You sigh as Josh frantically lets go of you and turns around to see none other than his twin brother staring back at him with a smirk spread across his face.

You feel your breath catch in your chest as you see Jake standing at the kitchen's threshold. His eyes are hidden underneath his usual dark sunglasses, but you know they’re locked on you- you can feel it. You take a moment to watch him as Josh walks over to greet him. He’s wearing a pair of black dress pants paired with his usual black Chelsea boots. On top, he’s opted for a dark red button-up, with a few buttons undone at the top as always, and the sleeves are rolled up just below his elbows. 

You hear Sam and Danny walk in through the front door, and Josh goes to greet them in the foyer. It sounds like they ask him to help carry in snacks and drinks from the car. They all exit the house, leaving just you and Jake in the kitchen. You watch as he takes his sunglasses off and slips them into the small pocket in his shirt, his eyes still locked with yours. Suddenly, as he goes to approach you, they seem to wander downward, taking in every inch of you before he’s only less than a foot away and meets your gaze once again.

“At this point, I have no choice but to think that you must be doing this on purpose,” he says, leaning his arm onto the counter next to you, allowing his left hand to ghost slightly over your arm. 

Your eyes go from where his hand nearly connects with your skin, then up to meet his eyes. “Doing what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“You know exactly what… You wear that little number just for me, sweetheart?” he says, his voice sounding graveling and hoarse. You swallow harshly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, your eyes falling to his lips before quickly snapping yourself out of it.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Knowing exactly how to get my attention…” he whispers, leaning in slightly so that his mouth is mere centimeters away from your ear. “Do you like that, baby? Knowing that I’m looking at you, and only you?”

You feel your cheeks start to heat up at his words. You take a deep breath and mutter out a quiet “Yes.” He smiles a crooked smile, and you can still feel his breath on the shell of your ear.

“That’s what I thought. Craving attention, like the filthy whore you are.” He chuckles under his breath when he hears the quiet whimper that comes out of you at his degrading words, and then brushes your hair back slightly to place a soft kiss behind your ear. “You don’t have to try so hard to get my attention, sunshine… all you had to do was ask.”

With that, he backs away from you, turning around and then heading into the dining room to make himself a drink, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Your chest is heaving slightly from the adrenaline, your heart is beating ten times fast, and you can feel your arousal start to drip down your thigh. You opted out of wearing any underwear this evening, which you now know was a huge mistake. 

Finally, Josh, Sam, and Danny reemerge from outside, carrying cases of beer and grocery bags. You greet them and smile shyly at Josh as he sets the bags down and walks over to you, wrapping one around your waist. As you catch Jake’s eyes in the mirror above the bar cart and notice the mischievous look that starts to creep over his face, you know that you’re about to be in for a long night.

You wait for Jake to desert the bar cart and find a seat at the kitchen island before walking over to make yourself a very strong drink, which you know you’re going to need. You pour yourself what seems to be about two shots of tequila before adding some soda water. The guests have begun to arrive now, trickling in slowly, and as social as you typically are, you didn’t really feel like you were in the mood for the same old small talk. “How’s the tour?” “What’s in store next for the band?” It’s always the same questions, and as much as Josh loves to answer them and talk about his art, you didn’t have it in you to stand there quietly and nod along. And then, as though someone had read your mind, a soft voice calling your name broke you from your trance.

“Y/N, hey,” you turn your head to see Sam standing in front of you. You offer him a soft smile, silently thanking him for saving you from your thoughts. 

“Hey, Sam,” you answer, straightening your back, trying not to seem as absent as you so clearly were. You watch as he walks up next to you, taking the bottle opener from the bar cart and popping off the bottlecap from his beer, then setting it back down. 

“D’you wanna go hang out in the living room with me? You look a bit bored, and Daniel’s already ditched me for some chick,” he chuckles to himself, then takes a swig of his beer before continuing. “We could put a record on, I’ll even let you choose.” You giggle a bit and look up at him for a moment. “Sure.”

The two of you walk through the dining room into the living room, where a few people have already started to congregate. You see Jake in the corner of the room speaking to who you know to be one of their producers, his back leaning against the wall with his whiskey glass in his hand. You immediately shake it off and opt to ignore him.

Sam sits down on one of the loveseats, leaning back against the cushion. You walk over to Josh’s record player and sift through his record collection, trying to find the perfect one for the occasion. After searching for a moment, a smile grows on your face as you pull out Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. You take the vinyl out of its protective sleeve and place it gingerly on the turntable, then lift the arm and place the needle delicately on the edge of the record.

 As Second Hand News begins to play, you walk back toward the loveseat and sit down next to Sam. He’s wearing a toothy grin, and says “Good choice, Y/N,” then takes another sip of his beer. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, then look back up at his face and smile at him. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, and he was certainly sweet- though, not your type. You subtly turn around to see if Jake is watching, and you’re immediately met with his eyes piercing through you. This will definitely do the trick.

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After a few hours of sitting and chatting with Sam, and several more tequila sodas, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. Josh had popped in every once and a while to check in on you, sometimes choosing a record to put on, then going back to whoever he was talking to. He knew you didn’t need him to hover over you, you could handle socializing without him. Besides, he had never asked you to be his girlfriend, so who would he introduce you as to his colleagues anyway? It was less complicated to just keep to yourself. 

Or, keep to Sam, if you’re being specific. The two of you talked for hours, just about traveling and the outdoors and his garden. You knew Jake was watching, and every once and a while, you’d touch Sam’s arm while you spoke just to get Jake riled up, and you knew it was working. 

You head upstairs to use the bathroom and decide to use Josh’s master bathroom instead of the main one, to check on your makeup and have a few moments to yourself. You finally break the seal, and as you stand up from the toilet, you feel your head rush a bit- a sure sign that you’ve clearly had enough to drink. You fix your makeup, reapply your lipstick, and then run your hands through your hair a bit to get out any kinks. 

You pull your phone out of your purse and see the time: 10:27 p.m. Still a decent amount of time until midnight. As you slip your phone back into your purse, you hear the outer door to the bedroom open and shut. You open the bathroom door and step out to find Josh approaching you.

“Hey, baby,” he says, a slight slur in his voice giving you the impression that he's had a few to drink himself. “I was wondering where you went off to… was worried about you.” He slips his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh, I’m alright, don’t worry,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Just needed to powder my nose.” You let out a little giggle at the phrase, which brings a big smile to his face.

“Well, you look beautiful, darling,” he says, kissing your cheek again, then trailing his lips down, peppering soft kisses along your jaw. “Been thinking about you all night, you know.”

You smirk as you lean your head back slightly to give him more access to your neck. “You have?” you jest, bringing one of your hands down to grip his shoulder for stability as he starts to suck lightly on the skin of your neck.

“Of course I have… Haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you in this dress, baby… We didn’t get to finish what we started earlier, did we?” he mumbles against your skin as he guides you toward his bed. The warmth of his breath against your neck is enough to get you aroused, especially combined with all the alcohol in your system, and you already feel the wetness pooling between your thighs. 

You grab the collar of his sweater and pull him into you as your back falls onto the bed, capturing his lips in yours. His hands grip your ass firmly before his right hands slides between your legs. When he finally notices your lack of underwear, he lets out a low groan and leans back down to kiss you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, his voice dripping in lust, “You do this for me?” He runs his fingers through your wetness as he attacks your neck again, causing you to let out a small moan as you nod “yes” and reach your hands down to start undoing his belt. You can already feel that he’s ridiculously hard, and your intoxicated state is causing you to be a bit more impatient than usual.

“I need you, Josh. Need you so bad,” you whine, which makes him groan loudly against your neck. You use your hands to pull him onto the bed more before pushing him to the other side, with him lying on his back. You quickly hike your dress up over your hips before crawling back onto the bed agilely now with the increased freedom from your tight dress. After gently tapping the side of Josh’s thigh, he get the message and lifts his hips up off the bed, allowing you to shimmy his pants and boxers down just enough so they sit resting at his mid-thigh.

You position yourself at the bottom of the bed, taking Josh’s thick, hardened cock in your hands, pumping it a few times before taking him slowly into your mouth. He lets out a deep, guttural groan as he watches you take him completely down your throat. “God, you look so fuckin’ sexy like that,” he utters, bringing his hand down to brush your hair out of your face and then holding it all in his fist as you bob your head up and down. He throws his head back as you ease him all the way to the back of your throat, but then quickly pulls you off of him. “If you keep going, I’m not gonna last, baby. Need to feel you,” he says, pulling you up to straddle him.

You place your right hand on the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss as your other hand works to align yourself with him, letting the straps of your dress sling down your arms. Finally, you slowly sink down on him, letting out a moan that’s much louder than you intended. You kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue past his lips and joining his as you start to lift your hips slowly, then bring them back down. 

“Fuck, that’s it, darling’. Just like that,” he moans, gripping your hip tightly with his left hand as the other finds your breast now pouring out of your dress. He squeezes it softly, then rolls your nipple between his fingers, causing you to let out another moan. His lips find your neck and travel downward, sucking harsh bites into your collarbone. You pick up the pace on top of him, throwing your head back as the feeling of his lips on your neck and his cock throbbing inside of you begin to throw you completely out of orbit.

Josh starts to thrust upwards into you, meeting you halfway as you become a blubbering mess for him. “Oh, fuck Josh, right there,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as the euphoric feeling takes over. He takes that moment to flip the both of you over, then swiftly tucking his dick back into you and takings your lips in his. You whine loudly, which is barely being muffled inside the walls of his mouth, but you don’t care.

You could tell by his uncontrolled thrusts that he was getting close, and you knew that with both of you having had as much to drink as you had, this wasn’t going to last long. He groans loudly into your mouth one final time before, pulling out of you and straddling your torso quickly, holding himself up with one hand on his headboard behind you. Hunched over you, you place kisses along his abdomen as he throws his head back with a groan and finishes on your chest. 

He brings his head down to rest on top of yours, leaving a soft kiss on top of your head before getting up. As he stands up next to the bed, he looks down at you, admiring the sight of you lying on his bed, with your dress now only left covering your mid section. “My god, you are exquisite… could put this view in a fucking museum,” he mutters, leaning over you and grasping one of your breasts in his hand, spreading his cum across them. He groans as his hands caress you, bringing his lips down to kiss you. Finally, he pulls his pants up slightly, retreating to the bathroom to get a wet hand towel to clean you off before the both of you redress for the rest of the party.

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JAKE’S POV

You excuse yourself to go get another drink, then walk over to the dining room. As you pour yourself another glass of whiskey, you wonder how many you’d reached- was it four? Maybe five? It doesn’t matter. You take a long sip before returning to the living room, then notice that she’s gone. You swear she was just here. Sam was still there on the couch, thank God. You knew that she was hanging all over him to get under your skin, and it makes your blood boil to admit that she was succeeding. 

You set your glass down on a side table and then venture upstairs in hopes of finding her alone. She was no match for your charm, no matter how hard she fought you on it. But as you climb the stairs and take a look around, you can’t help but notice noises coming from Josh’s bedroom. 

Out of curiosity, you slowly creep closer to the door, and the sound that you find coming from the room makes your heart nearly stop beating. It’s her, you know it’s her- but she’s not alone. 

“Oh, fuck Josh, right there,” you hear her exclaim, sending shivers down your spine. Despite the sounds being for your brother, all you can think about is how you can get her to make those noises for you. You’d never admit it out loud, but you’d do anything to feel her underneath you again, to be the one coaxing those moans out of her. 

Just the idea of it sends half the blood from your brain straight down to your dick, you can’t control it. You feel yourself strain against the material of your pants as you listen to her whine on the other side of the door. You slowly palm your erection through your pants, just to find some relief and get it under control, but you realize that it’s much more serious than you thought. 

With that, you pull yourself away, heading into the bathroom in the hallway at the top of the stairs. You quickly shut the door and lock it behind you. As you approach the mirror, you almost don’t recognize the man staring back at you. Who are you, to let some girl get the best of you like this? Not only that, but the aspect of her being off-limits makes it even more appealing. Whatever, you’re nothing if not a masochist. You’ve found yourself in trickier situations than this in your lifetime.

You reach down and try to ease your erection away again as you hear the distant sound of a door shutting. Curiosity takes control, and you unlock the door and stick your head out, seeing your brother threading his belt back together, bouncing down the stairs, and turning the corner toward the kitchen. You shut off the light and crack the door open now, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to inevitably come out.

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YOUR POV

Thanks to Josh’s help, you have to fix your makeup again, so he heads downstairs first without you while you go back into his bathroom to freshen up. As you finish up, you check your phone one last time: 11:29 p.m. Better get going, you thought.

You open the door to Josh’s room and step out into the hallway, shutting it behind you. You walk toward the steps, but before you’re able to start your descent, you feel two strong, calloused hands pull you back into the hallway bathroom. The figure shuts the door, leaning your back against it as they flick the light on and you’re suddenly face to face with a very inebriated Jake Kiszka.

“Was curious about where you ran off to… now I know. Dirty girl,” he mutters, reaching down to sweep a piece of your hair out of your eyes. You let out a quiet sigh as you looked up at him, realizing that he’d heard you.

“Where I ran off to is none of your business, for the record,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. He ignores your jaggedness and continues.

“First, you flirt with my little brother right in front of me all evening, Then you sneak away to fuck my twin brother, during his own party, knowing that I could find you there.” He brings his hand up to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek softly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were trying to make me jealous…”

You look up at him, answering smartly, “What would you say if I was?” A smirk washes over his face at your answer, and you hate that you’re feeding right into his ego, but the alcohol in your system doesn’t seem to care. 

“I told you earlier, sweetheart- If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask,” he says, leaning down to brush his nose against your cheek, then whispering directly into your ear. “But now you’ve got me all worked up… And we can’t have that, can we? You can’t just tease me in public like that and expect me to let you get away with it.”

Your breath grows shaky as the feeling of his mouth so close to you starts to intoxicate you. “What are you going to do?” you ask.

“I think I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, sunshine…” he answers, bringing his hands down to your hips and guiding you over to the sink, resting your back against the cold marble. He leans in once more, resting his lips against the shell of your ear. “If you’re going to act like a slut, then I am going to treat you like one.”

With that, his hands turn you around, bending you over the sink. You plant your hands firmly on either side of the counter, panting slightly from the anticipation as your eyes meet his in the mirror. His lips meet your shoulder, placing soft kisses there then slowly down your back. His left hand rests on your hip while his right is planted firmly on the small of your back, keeping you bent over in just the way he wants. You’ve never been handled by a man like this before, and you’re not complaining.

You feel his hands slowly slide your dress up over your ass to rest on your hips, much like your encounter with Josh not long ago. But Josh is long gone from your mind now- all you can think about is the feeling of Jake’s breath on your skin as he plants agonizingly slow kisses on your thighs.

 As Jake sees your core, bare and open to him underneath your dress, he lets out a deep groan. “Fucking filthy. I knew it,” he mumbles, then sucks a love bite on your asscheek, placing a soft kiss afterward. He brings his face back up to meet your gaze in the mirror once again.

He pulls your hair over your left shoulder then starts sucking the sensitive part of your neck as his fingers start to run through your folds. His eyes look up to meet yours in the mirror as he removes his lips from you for a second.

“He didn’t make you cum, did he, sweetheart?” he asks, kissing your shoulder as his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow circles against it. You bite your lip to stifle the moan that almost erupted from deep inside your chest and then shake your head “No.”

“No, he didn’t, did he? Left that job to me, huh?” he mumbles against your skin. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take good care of you.”

Jake crouches back down and then spreads your cheeks apart, letting out a low groan as he plants a wet kiss right on your folds and immediately dives in. You have to steady yourself from the sudden movement and quiet your moans with a bite of your lip as he attacks your core from behind you.

He makes quick work of you as his tongue pleasures your pussy, licking deep inside and making you feel like never before. His right hand wraps around you and makes quick circles around your clit, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He groans against your core at the sound and palms himself through his pants as he gets you closer and closer to your climax. As he hears your noises become less and less controlled, he can tell you’re close. 

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my face like the dirty whore you are, you know I want it,” he says quickly before diving back into you. His pace quickens even more and before you know it, you feel your orgasm crashing over you. It’s like something you’d never felt before, it erupts from you before you can even see it coming and you can’t stop it. Jake coaxes you through it, helping you down from it. 

You finally come down from your high, you turn around to face him and find his face completely soaked. You gasp at the sight before pulling him up and capturing his lips with yours, tasting yourself as your tongue slips into his mouth. He moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to him. You feel his hard cock against your core, straining against his pants, causing you to whine against his lips. 

You pull away from him, resting your forehead on his. “Jake…” you say, resting your hands around his waist. “Let me make you feel good…” Your eyes meet his and you can see the internal battle happening in his head as he shakes his head and shows you his watch. 11:54. 

Shit. You had to go, and he knew it. Your eyes soften as you look up at him. “I’m sorry,” you utter as he backs away from you, allowing you to exit the bathroom. You unlock the door, pull it open, and then turn around to look at him one more time. There’s a look in his eye that you can’t place, but you don’t have the time to ask him about it at this moment. 

You rush down the stairs to find all the partygoers in the living room, watching the ball-drop countdown on Josh’s flatscreen TV. You see Josh, leaning against the wall near the dining room holding his drink, by himself. Your heart sank a bit knowing that he was alone and didn’t know where you were, but it didn’t matter now.

“Hi, baby, sorry it took me so long,” you say, wrapping your arm around his waist. He looks over at you, a smile growing on his face. “I had a lot more to drink tonight than I thought, so I had to take a couple more minutes to collect myself.”

“That’s okay, darlin’. I’m just glad you're here now, you’re just in time,” he says with a grin, placing a soft kiss on your cheek as you both turn to watch the TV.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Happy New Year!

As the clock hits midnight, Josh wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you in for a long kiss. You cup both of his cheeks with your hands as you both share a special New Year’s kiss. As he finally pulls away, you can’t help but notice Jake across the room, standing alone with his eyes locked on you. You watch as he picks up his half-drank glass of whiskey and downs the rest of it, slamming it back down on the table and then walking out of the room to the kitchen. 

That’s when you knew that you were way over your head. You’re not sure how you can appease one twin without hurting the other. You realize that it all goes much deeper than you knew, and whatever you had with Jake wasn’t going away anytime soon. You know you have to face it head-on. But where will that lead you? You’ll likely end up breaking somebody’s heart, but whose will it be? If you’re not careful, it might be your own.

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[itzscribz]

Aaaand here she is !! My frog girl Rana !

It’s a bit hard to convey the transparent belly on a blank background but I still like the look !

Now now for some oc informations !

Rana Phibia

24y, she/her

She’s a Montell escapee living deep in the forest, somewhere between the city and the swamp our boys live in. She’s an expert in both poisons and their antidotes, which has come in handy multiple times. She makes them from plants she forages around the forest, so she knows her way around pretty well.

She did meet Marco on one of her foraging trips ! They’ve been good friends ever since and he visits her from time to time. He talks about his family a lot, so maybe she’ll meet them one day ?

She has pretty standard frog abilities, good jumping strength, sticks to walls, she can also extend her tongue.

I loooved working on her design ! I tried to make her appearance more froggy by squashing her face and giving her very droopy eyes (she’s a tired girl)

I’m still trying to figure out her top situation cause I want her to have something that she could wrap around herself, but also what I have so far doesn’t really make sense ?? Clothes are hard man

[coffeeandbatboys]

The Magic Touch (Kix x Reader)

A/N I had a thought. The natborn GAR officers have to go through intensive physical training regardless of their field (like most militaries that I know of). This is self indulgent right now because I got harassed into doing a crazy hard workout and now I’m sore :/

The first half feels awkward but I had to set it up.

Warnings: sfw; reader’s body is really sore, massages, fluff.

You’re not even halfway through the training program and you’re already hating it.

You thought that you’d been working out substantially all this time, but that theory has since been proven wrong.

The GAR wants your little old radar tech ass to haul the whole damn venator apparently.

You sigh as you near the front door of your apartment, legs still shaky from the exercise.

Kix is already inside, putting together the dinner that you’d left partially prepared in the conservator. You halfheartedly return his smile when he sees you.

“This better be kriffing worth it.” You grumble, setting down your bag and stretching your unsteady arms and legs.

“Did you get enough water? Or electrolytes?” He asks, wrapping you up in a gentle hug.

“Aaaand I stretched before and after.” You confirm.

Satisfied, he smiles and kisses your forehead. “Dinner’s just about ready. I figure we could watch a holo?”

Finally, you smile genuinely. “Yeah that sounds nice.”

You end up showering before dinner, since the ones at the training facility are hardly what you’d call cleansing. As soon as you’re out and dressed in some more comfortable clothes, Kix has both plates of food situated in front of the holoprojector.

Once dinner’s been finished and the holovid is long over, you’re tired and ready to sleep. The two of you retire to the bed, nestled into each other’s embrace.

The first thought you have when you wake up is to stretch.

That’s turns out to be a bad idea, because your body protests with aching muscles. A soft yelp leaves your lips before you can stop it and Kix’s eyes flutter open.

“Y’kay, Mesh’la?” He asks, rubbing his eyes before bringing his hands to your shoulders with concern.

“Mhm.” You hum, trying to sound convincing.

He doesn’t buy it.

“Yeah because you yell in pain every morning.”

You huff. “Fine. I’m sore.”

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest. “C’mere.”

You trust Kix—he is a medic after all. But you give him a wary look nonetheless as he gently tugs your back against his chest.

“Alright, cyare. Tell me where it hurts.”

You hesitate, suddenly becoming very flustered.

“C’mon. Where does it hurt?”

You gingerly touch your shoulders. You feel his warm, steady hands rest on them and begin to knead the stiff muscles. You stifle a sigh of relief and relax under the touch. His chuckle reverberates on your back, sending goosebumps across your skin.

After a few minutes of giving your shoulders attention, he asks where else it hurts. You sheepishly tap the sides of your torso, near your hips. Again, his hands slide over the skin and work out all of the pain that’s been building up overnight. You don’t even try to stifle the moan that leaves your lips, earning a laugh from your lover.

“Does that feel good, Cyar’ika?”

You hum happily in response.

Kix showers the back of your neck with tender kisses. “Glad I can help.”

“Gonna need to keep you around,” you laugh, leaning back into his chest. “This is gonna be a routine with you for the foreseeable future.”

“And I’ll be here every time you need me.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"And he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit.”

Aaaand we've finally come to the conclusion of Rollo at the Writing Desk! (The masterlist for it will go up later.) If your ask was not answered, it was likely too similar to another interaction and/or was submitted outside of the allotted blog event period 😅 Here's a little piece to "wrap up" Rollo's hellish stay with us at NRC~

The End of Rollo at the Writing Desk.

At the end of his stay, Rollo was more frazzled than Raven had ever seen him.

Of course, he wouldn’t dare to outwardly present disheveled. Certainly not what he could control at least.

Not a hair out of place, and not a single crease in his elegant robes. However, there was an unmistakeable disturbed look in his eyes. Palpable fear and revulsion, as if he had witnessed things he shouldn’t have and failed to scrub his mind of the memories.

“… Is everything okay?” Raven asked, her question a loud whisper in the crystalline Mirror Chamber. The words reflected off of the dark faces of many mirrors, coming back as a soft wail. Okay—okay—okay, came the echo from the unknown.

“Yes.” His reply was prompt, automatic, and without frills. “You needn’t waste your concern on me.”

“… Right.”

Raven turned away and to the Mirror of Darkness. It floated upon its dais, a ghostly apparition of magic.

“O Dark Mirror, I beseech you! Return this soul to where it belongs: Noble Bell College in the City of Flowers.”

Upon her request, the surface of the mirror ripple like water. Some indescribable magic was reaching out across space, tugging on the thread that would connect this place and that. When the rings upon the water faded into smoothness and gave way to a faint image—flying buttresses and stained glass windows illuminated by candles—Raven knew it was ready.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and curtsied to her departing guest as he stepped onto the dais. “Bon voyage, Rollo-senpai. I hope you enjoyed your time with us here at our Night Raven College.”

Enjoyed?

A strong word to assign to his harrowing experiences. Parties swarming with people, offenses committed, confrontations he was not yet ready for.

“I’m like you, and you’re like me,” he had been told, time and time again. Tearing open old wounds, rubbing the salt in for good measure. “We’re not so different, you and I.”

And his brother.

What would he think of him now…?

There it was again, that slow, uneasy pain that filled his chest and fanned outward. The feeling festered like a fire with no one to put it out. Standing before the gateway home, it suddenly hurt more than ever.

Rollo glanced back at his attendant, providing a curt good-bye. “… This is is farewell, Miss Crowley.”

“It’s only farewell ‘for now’,” she corrected him. “We’ll speak again. We’ll meet again. I’m sure of it!!”

In the beginning, he would have scowled at the reminder—at this incessant bird chirping in his ear, insisting on sitting on his shoulder like a cricket claiming to be his conscience. Now, he was tired, and laid there in defeat.

But raise the formal white flag? Concede admit defeat, let her have the last laugh?

Never.

He rested a hand on the mirror frame.

“… I await your next written correspondence. It doesn’t sound like you intend on giving up anytime soon.”

“Nope!!” Raven flashed a grin which showed off her tiny fangs. “I can be stubborn when I want to be.”

A dry, arrogant chuckle. “I am well aware. Then…”

He returned his attention to the mirror, and the world that laid beyond it

“The time is nigh.”

There was no steeling of the soul, no anticipatory breath before taking the plunge. Rollo simply stepped through the portal, and he was gone.

The raven was alone in the Mirror Chamber, smiling into the darkness.

It’s a promise.

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Angel: Husker the Hunk… has a nice ring to it, dontcha’ think, whiskers?

Husk: Uh.. no.

Angel: Aww, c’mon. Stop being so uptight, big guy! Honestly, you ‘oughta learn how to take a load off every now and then - figuratively aaaand literally. *wink*

Husk: Hah, yeah… right. Maybe some people just don’t like being called every ridiculously shitty nickname in the book.

Charlie: Oooo, wait that’s… actually such a good idea! A game in which one person calls another as many lovely, endearing pet names as possible! It’d be a way to show one’s love for one another! Ooh, what a great way to get our creative juices flowing! And, and, and— once we do that, and we’re all buttered up to each other, we could also take time to reflect on everyones self-help journey here at the Hazbin Hotel! It is very important to not only make note of your own improvement, but to also acknowledge your fellow peer’s accomplishments as well! Oh, oooh! I also think it would be amazing if—

Husk: … See, look what you’ve done.

Angel: You’re the one who fueled the idea, poofball!

Husk: Don’t go throwing this on me! You—

Angel: Yeah, yeah… whatever. I’m too tired for this shit, let her yap away. How ‘bout you just whip me up something good, hm, snookums?

Hunk: Seriously, man. Chill with the nicknames.

Angel: Whatever you say, blue balls.