#also my lips r chapped

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

Imagining Aziraphale in heaven using that Earth telescope thingy to constantly look at Crowley. Just having it in the background as he works, periodically looking up at him. The only way he can be with Crowley...

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[bunneeegirl]

God bless lip scrubs

[nereidprinc3ss]

mojave ghost

in which spencer reid spends the night with fem!reader—a total stranger—because she just feels so familiar. based on the song "my life in art" by Mojave 3.

18+ (implied intimacy) warnings/tags: based on a song about a stripper who runs away from her abusive boyfriend. tws for mentions of physical abuse. r has bruises from pole dancing. a little ooc bc Spencer hooks up with someone he just met but that's the point and if u know him like I do u know its not completely impossible. mentions of typical cm violence/murder. one brief mention of spencer's addiction. spencer's childhood trauma and abandonment. it's kind of just a heavy one, lmk if i'm missing anything a/n: I doooo suggest you listen to the song first just to feel the vibe of the piece and also how it is literally about Spencer Reid. and also bc its gorjus. anyways its been a while and this is not my most standard content but pls lmk what u think and if u liked it <3

He shouldn’t have done it. 

But when he saw you, sitting in a metal folding chair next to some peeling veneered-desk, his breath caught. Something primal deep in his stomach tugged the way it does when he finds little external fragments of himself, calling out to him—usually nonhuman objects. He’s seen himself in books, still warm from the hands that held them but ultimately forgotten on a bench or in the airport, needles in alleys or in between tiles on his bathroom counter, in shards of glass, in a hundred open wounds and dead animals, abstractly gutted on the side of the street. 

When he does see himself in a person, it’s in alarming glimpses. The man in the sleeping bag on the corner who talks to people that aren’t there. The lost child crying on the subway platform, rooted to the spot and still gripping the straps of their little backpack with responsible fists. It’s never anything he wants to know about himself, but this identification, this taxonomy and recognition of sameness—it’s so strong it stops him in his tracks, every time. He never really relates to the people he’s supposed to. Not Hotch. Not Gideon. Not even Maeve, in the way he’d so naively hoped for. Three people, all incredibly intelligent, at times standoffish. Used to being on the outside. All still possessing things and redemptive qualities he doesn’t. And what Spencer has secretly believed about himself for what has recently become a very long time, is that he is defined by his lack. The shape of him is made of negative space. He feels like whatever is in your lungs when you’ve pushed all the air out. 

And then, you. 

Physically, you look nothing alike. And he stops and lurches and does a double take like he’s seen his doppelgänger or been startled by his own reflection in a passing window anyway. Maybe it’s the way you hold yourself—hunched, foot tapping, head hung but still scanning the room, ever vigilant as you pick at your nails. You want to be small. You want to fold in yourself so many times you become a black hole. Spencer knows this. 

Something calls out from deep inside him, from all around him, that is not quite in his voice, but feels like grasping and reaching. 

I know you, I know you. 

He doesn’t catch himself in time before he’s walking toward you like he’s been waiting for you. 

Of course your head snaps up at the same time as he stops, and your eyes are shiny but not teary—frozen over with a layer of thick, dark ice like you’d carried the cold inside with you. You look caught. He searches for some sort of recognition in your eyes, anything to betray the fact that you have met before, because he never forgets a face but he knows what familiarity feels like and he can’t remember meeting you. 

His throat forms around something but the wrong word comes out. Halting, like he’s trying to lasso it and pull it back in. 

“Hi.” 

You pull your scarf down—a deep Roman purple—to reveal a pretty mouth, lips chapped by the unforgiving freeze outside. 

“Hello,” you say, politely, considering his probably strange behavior. He gives you a proprietary scan. Utility coat over a thick grey sweater. Jeans, cuffed at the bottom but still nearly too long, probably belted, although he can’t tell from the posture and the sweater. Brown boots. Your bag is a frayed tapestry of neutrals and patches. Fingerless knit gloves. You’ve given yourself false density, let the clothes swallow you up. Shapeless. Nearly faceless, magnet eyes framed between the scarf and the hat. But you’ve got a name. Everyone has a name. There’s yet to be anything humanity has discovered and not bothered to name. 

He forgets to ask. You clear your throat. 

“Um, I spoke to someone on the phone—Aaron, I think? We’re supposed to talk.”

Spencer tries to pick his jaw up off the floor. 

“Yeah, um, I can—I’ll… go get him.”

He turns away and breathes for the first time since he saw you, but he feels you behind him. He’s aware of exactly where you are in relation to the back of his head, he can feel you, like a hot spot, all the way to Hotch’s door. He lets himself in, slipping between as small a gap as he can manage and shutting the door gently behind him. Hotch looks up, not noticeably displeased at having been interrupted in his endless paperwork. 

What Spencer learns from his boss is this: you live in DC. You heard about a murder in Kansas—a girl, her hair still a fine, pale cornsilk. Barely not a child. You heard the details, and you called the cops, because you swear to god you know who did it, and they told you there was nothing they could do and gave you the number of someone who might be able to help, and so you followed a bureaucratic trail of phone numbers designed to discourage until you got to the BAU. Hotch says he’s going to interview you, but it’s probably nothing. 

“Actually, I’d like to do it if that’s okay.”

Hotch frowns deeper than usual.

“Why?”

Spencer swallows. Hesitates. 

“I finished my incident report early.”

Though he clearly has his reservations about Spencer’s sudden interest, Hotch is knee-deep in paperwork. So that’s how Spencer ends up in the round table room with you. 

You look too young, too raw to have been married, but you’re rubbing at your ring finger with the adjacent thumb like something is bothering you there. An absence that has become a presence. Negative space. You see things that aren’t there. Spencer knows that, too. Maybe you’re the kind of person who could look at him and see something.

That is his most intimate fantasy. He imagines it with you and feels the same kind of illicit shame and bloodied, starving hunger other people feel when they imagine sex or drugs or ravaging power; the way anyone imagines anything they want and can’t have.  

But he can’t put that kind of pressure on you. He can’t hold expectations like that. You’re a stranger. 

“Do you always do that?”

He points to your fiddling and gets that sour feeling in his throat he always does when he says something and wishes he hadn’t said it. That probably doesn’t show on his face. Most things don’t show on his face. Or maybe they do and nobody has bothered to tell him. 

You flex your pretty hand and then make a fist like you’ve been burned, probably to stop the compulsion. When you give a self-deprecating laugh, Spencer feels incredibly guilty for having pointed it out. But he doesn’t know how to talk to you. And at the same time, he almost expects it’ll be like talking to himself. Only nobody will give him odd looks. 

“Uh… old habit. I used to spin my wedding ring around when I was nervous.”

Used to. You’re especially too young to have been divorced. 

“You’re nervous?”

Your eyes flash as you look up to him. With what, he doesn’t know. Lightning, maybe. Electrical impulses that are a little less well insulated in you than in everyone else. 

But maybe he’s projecting. 

“Yeah. I feel crazy. But I was with a guy for a while who—and he was from Kansas—who would always, like, talk about… about hurting people. And I thought it was a joke at first, but… he laughed, at other people’s pain. He liked to hurt people. And animals. His dad had a farm, so I thought it was maybe he was just cavalier about life and death, but it was more than that. And he lived… he lived in that town. Where that girl died. He probably knew her. I… I probably knew her.”

Spencer’s heart sinks and he clears his throat like the force could bring it back up the right level again. 

You’re not his soulmate. You’re just paranoid. Looking for answers and resolution, like everybody else. 

The piece of himself he saw in you was just free radical damage. Instability. 

“Did he ever kill anyone before?”

“Wh—not that I know of. But I don’t really think he would’ve told me.”

But you would’ve known. You’re here because you’re lost. 

“Did he ever seriously injure anyone?”

You swallow and sit up a little straighter. Heat lightning in your eyes, again. It makes him feel something. He sits up too, despite your indignance, because it’s entrancing. 

“Yes.”

“How so?”

“He… he…” you melt as quickly as you inflated and go back to spinning a ring that’s not there. It’s like watching technicolor go to black and white. “He’d beat people up. He cut them with broken beer bottles and… yeah. A lot of other shit. He was just… he was crazy. He wasn’t… okay.”

The way your gaze flickers back and forth like you’re reading pages of a book or perhaps in REM as you recount in vague detail what your ex had done clues Spencer into the fact that you’re extremely traumatized. The way you make sure to emphasize that your clearly abusive ex wasn’t okay clues him into the fact that you care too much. That you’re too quick to excuse people’s bad behavior, or dismiss it, because you know how it feels to be dismissed entirely and you don’t want to make anyone else feel the way you’ve felt. 

Or maybe he’s still projecting. Maybe he’s idealized you in these few short minutes since you met and he’s too far gone. Maybe he should’ve let Hotch do this interview after all. In fact, he absolutely should’ve. 

But the worst thing by far he did was ask to walk you to your car after all was said and done. 

The interview went on for over two hours, and he’d learned things about you he suspects you’ve never told anyone before, and thus has learned about himself, and the building is mostly empty when you finally leave. The work day is over. So he selfishly asks you to wait while he gathers his things—buttons his coat, wraps his scarf, packs his bag—and then he soaks in the silence on the elevator because it’s that terrible, beautiful space between where you first cross the line and when you do something unforgivable. Asking to walk you to your car was crossing the line. 

Sleeping with you was unforgivable. 

And he didn’t care. Maybe he knew he was going to do this from the moment he saw you. Spencer never does this. The knowing that it was going to happen is quite a distinct flavor of intuitive knowledge and it was always on the back of his tongue. 

You’re silver and purple, a streak, a blur, you move too fast to keep up with and even when you’re perfectly still the atoms around you scramble like they’re jonesing. You inspire movement. You are movement. But he gets to see you slow, and despite having known you only a few hours, he knows this is nothing short of a natural phenomenon. A once in a lifetime sort of shooting star. That’s where the silver comes in. 

The purple, though—it’s in strange places. Around your upper arm. Between your thighs. On your knees and shins and hips. The first time he noticed it he couldn’t ignore it, but he couldn’t very well ask what’s hurting you while he was touching you in a way that was decidedly not painful, if he wanted to keep it that way. And he did. He wanted to keep you looking at him through half-lidded eyes like he was something to see. 

Still, he can’t notice it and then fuck you without saying something—or maybe he could, and you desperately want him to and you ask for it and maybe most people would, but he won’t—so he brings it up. 

“I lead a very active life,” is your whispered excuse, shaped by a smile that is something like mischievous. And then you’re kissing his flushed neck and making your descent and so he can’t ask very many questions. 

It’s only in the precarious after that he can fit his questions in, which is dumb and he knows that, because you’re a dizzying contradiction of cagey and flighty and really the slightest thing will send you running. It’s funny how he knows that after a few hours and sex. Sex can tell you so much about a person. Spencer has compiled all the data from his experiences and decided sex is radically more effective a profiling tool than interview. 

You’re on his pillow, lying on your stomach, and his hand is in your hair. Falling in love is quite a distinctive taste as well. Or at least, the recognition that if you spend enough time around a person you will, beyond a shadow of a doubt, fall in love with them. It is almost the same thing. It aches because it’s there and the proper thing to do is pretend it’s not. 

And his hand is in your hair. And your eyes are closed, and you look like you might fall asleep, and he should be beyond grateful for all of these things. He is. 

But that pesky desire to ameliorate, to improve and make better, and fix and heal, is too strong. Probably it’s the only way he thinks anyone will love him, is if he makes himself useful. That’s no revelation to him. The thought is not shocking whatsoever. It’s just true. 

So he asks again. You blink your eyes a quarter of the way open. 

“Hazard of the job.”

“What job?”

You make a noncommittal noise of reluctance—a discontented puppy’s whine, half-asleep. 

“I’m a circus freak.”

He laughs and remembers to keep scratching your scalp. The way you smile, eyes closed, is infectious. 

“Yeah? What’s your act?”

“Guess,” you challenge through the remnants of a smile, oozing satisfaction and glowing like a star. 

When he pauses to regard you, to seriously consider, studying the curve of your cheek and the color of your lips, you open your eyes again. 

“Tightrope walker,” he finally says, earnestly, so soft it could tear down the middle like gauze. 

Your answer is a smile into the dark. “How’d you know?”

The corner of his mouth vies higher. 

“I sensed a kindred spirit.”

Silence floods the room again, slowly, thickly, like molasses. It’s pleasant. You’re still here, in his bed, and he’s still measuring time with the pendulum of his hand in your hair. 

“What do you really do?” 

He expects you to be asleep. 

“Dancer.” Your lips hardly move as you say it, inflectionless, immediate. If his hand falters, it’s only momentarily. That explains the bruising, and so is a relief, as far as he’s concerned. But perhaps his silence is misconstrued. “Do you want me to go?”

It certainly doesn’t seem like you want to go. Your eyes aren’t even open. 

He keeps his voice low and gentle like maybe you really are asleep. 

“Why would I want you to go?”

“Don’t… do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t act like you’re not judging me.”

“I’m not judging you. I’m from Vegas. Your job is not a novelty to me.”

This time when your eyes slide open, there is a new, curious light behind them. 

“Really?”

He nods, distracted by a freckle just beneath your eye. 

“When I was ten I ran into my bus driver wearing two quarters as a shirt. And we weren’t even on the strip. We were in a Texas Roadhouse parking lot.”

You snort with laughter and it’s melodic, like twinkling crystals, like running water. Even as you hide your face behind your hand, he’s transfixed. God, he’s never cared about being funny before. Now he wants to make you laugh over and over again. He wants to keep you softer than you’ve ever been. The laughter fades slowly and he grieves it—but your hand sliding away from your face like the sun coming up from behind a mountain eases the ache. 

You reach out as if in a trance and run your thumb gently beneath his eye. He holds his breath as you make contact, butterfly light. Nobody has ever touched him like this before. 

“You’re gorgeous,” you murmur. A thoughtless observation. A truth cast to the breeze. Knuckles carefully follow the dip of his cheekbone—a cartographer, learning her way by touch. Marking her territory. He’d let you do it. His eye stings, ready to spring forth a river just so you can have the pleasure of discovering it. “Breathe,” you laugh, softly, and he does. 

“Sorry.”

You don’t say a thing. You let your fingers trace borders into his skin and follow them with soft eyes and he wonders what he’s ever done to deserve this kind of magic. He wonders if he’ll ever feel as good as he does right now, when it’s all over. Nobody has ever paid this much attention to him—but you’re intent, focused, like he’s art. 

“Tell me about Vegas.”

It takes him a moment to reply. 

“Hm?”

He feels bewitched. Warm. Foggy. A thumb brushes over his lips, but it’s only a pass, thank god, because he can hardly stand how you’re touching him already, at the high point of his cheek, beneath his brow. Finally getting enough sometimes feels awfully close to too much. He’s already almost cried once. 

“I wanna hear about Vegas. I’ve always wanted to go. Is it hot?”

Spencer will say whatever you want him to say, but he has to focus a little—like he’s speaking through honey. 

“In the summer, during the day. In the winter at night it drops to below freezing.”

“Desert-y,” you hum.

“Very.”

“Tell me more.”

There’s a rousing hunger in your voice and it reminds Spencer to want you again. He finds your waist and tugs you closer. Who is he with you?

Is he better? 

“There are 175 casinos in the city, but only thirty on the strip. There are 15,000 miles of neon tubing on the strip alone. It’s the brightest place on earth. You can see it from space.”

“Not that.”

Petulant. He loves it. 

His lips find the softness of your shoulder. “Then what?”

The only clue that you can feel what he’s doing to you is the twitch of your fingers on his cheek. 

“Tell me something… tell me exactly how it feels to stand in the middle of the desert. With nobody else around. Tell me things and details I couldn’t know about unless I’ve been there.”

At the junction of your neck, he pauses. This beautiful girl, and her beautiful brain—you are so disarming. So perfect. 

You shiver into him as his fingers brush up the back of your neck, gently pushing away hair so he can learn you everywhere. So he can remember your landscape, just like he’s doing as he closes his eyes and falls into memory. 

A gas station, off the side of the road—seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Desert all around. His dad’s ’79 Ford Fiesta—the one he didn’t take with him when he left. The driver’s door is open. Spencer’s dad has been inside for minutes. Spencer is watching from the middle of the road, because he looked out from the backseat of the Fiesta, and saw that dark, unassuming spot, and thought—how would it feel to be the darkness? What would I see if I were nothing at all?

When he gets there, and he stands on the sun bleached pavement, veined with spiderwebs of tar, and he sees this all from a distance—he realizes he feels exactly the same as he always does. So he pivots his head to the left. The road goes on until it disappears into the smudgy horizon. To the right, it does the same. The earth swells, far away, so many miles, so coal black, so impossible. Hardly even real. But there is something out there, he thinks. There is something, even if nobody else has ever been there, and I want to stand in the middle of it and I will learn how it feels to be nothing. I will not observe—I will become apart of the landscape, with the Joshua trees that have been there for a thousand years, and the rocks that haven’t moved in millennia. 

So he begins to walk. 

The rocks crunch under his feet, and that is the only noise. 

He walks for minutes. He walks until he knows the gas station will be small. He walks until he can feel the emptiness on the back of his neck, until it feels like an embrace. 

“It’s silent,” he hears himself say to you, in some other universe, decades in the future. “At night, it’s completely silent. You can hear yourself breathe. If you throw a pebble ten feet away, you’ll hear it hit the ground.”

Little Spencer takes a deep breath of inky air. 

“It smells like… geosmin.”

“What?”

Perfect. Your voice is perfect. 

“Dirt. But it’s not the same as dirt anywhere else. It’s… drier, like it’s smelled the same way for a really long time.”

Spencer’s cheeks burn. He’s doing a terrible job explaining.

But he feels your breath on his cheek—eager. Your hand at his shoulder as you lean closer, enraptured. Reverent, almost. 

“What else?”

What else?

Dry brush snags on the hem of the corduroys his mother had picked out for him. They’re a little too short. She’s going to try to take him shopping again tomorrow. It’ll work this time—they’ll get to the store. Mom’s just been having some trouble leaving the house lately. 

Rustling leaves skim the tips of his fingers as he reaches out for them, and keeps walking. When was the last time someone touched that shrub?

“There’s vegetation. Creosote, mostly, if you’re in the scrubland. Larrea tridentada. It’s dry—kind of twiggy, with green leaves and yellow flowers in the spring. The smell is bad, like asphalt, but you only notice if you get close.”

He hears his dad calling his name. It fades in and out. 

It’s dizzying, hearing his father’s voice. His father saying his name. 

It’s been a long time. 

“It’s so flat that things don’t echo. But because of the extreme variations in temperature the air pressure sometimes forces the sound waves to the ground and makes it impossible for them to propagate. They’re called the Santa Ana winds. Someone could be standing right next to you and if the wind blows at just the right angle, you won’t be able to hear them. But when it’s still, sound carries far.”

His father is angry. Or is he worried? 

Spencer can make out his dad, pacing frantically back and forth across the gas station pad, white button-up a glowing beacon even from this far away beneath the lone yellow street light. He looks so small. So very far away. Ant-like. 

Santa Ana comes slow—warmer than the night air around him, to ruffle his hair and rustle the dry leaves and blow soft clouds of fragrant sienna dirt around at his knees. It blows through him. For a moment, it wakes the desert up. 

Then it’s passed. It moves further down the desert and leaves Spencer behind. Things settle into silence again. He’s alone again. 

Spencer’s stomach flips as he realizes his father can’t see him this far away, this deep into the dark nothing. 

As he finally feels the enormity of the distance on all sides. 

Suddenly the void behind him is massive. Suddenly it is everything, and it is sucking him deeper. Nobody can see him. He could just disappear into 25,000 square miles of desert. He’s already, what—a thousand feet gone? More? The weight of all the infinite space behind him presses, and he thought it’d feel interesting but it feels like dying and there has never been so much regret or dread curdling in his stomach before. His face crumples, eyes stinging in the dry air, and he takes one step forward, and then another, and then he runs like he’s running for his life. But he doesn’t feel chased—no, that’s the worst part. He is running from an infinite, vacuous, nothing. Dad! He screams, but even this young he knows how sound waves work in the desert and he can tell his dad can’t hear him and he’s running and screaming until his lungs burn, and the scrub lashes at his ankles, and it has been the same for a thousand years and it will stay the same for a thousand more with or without him. Dad, I’m right here! He sobs, the words ripping up his throat with desperation as they go. 

Finally, finally, he’s heard, and he’s close enough to see his dad seeing him, he stops pacing and stares dumbfounded at the little boy appearing from the desert, sneakers slapping cracked asphalt. He gets closer and closer until he can see the lines on his father’s face and the color of his eyes and he sobs as he crashes into him. His dad’s hands are vice-tight around his arms, as Spencer cries and can’t breathe and thrashes like a fish out of water. 

What? Is all his father can manage, tight and baffled and afraid and the first word of a question he doesn’t even know how to ask. He says it again and again, like a skipping record; what—what? What?

On the drive home, Spencer sits in the backseat, a bottle of Bug Juice in his lap. His ankles sting, whipped and bloodied and punished for wearing too-short pants. 

The silence is cloistering and at the same time, completely par for the course. He does not expect his father to speak to him, but he sort of thinks maybe another father would. 

Outside, the black spine of distant mountains rolls on forever and stays impossibly far away. He peers out into the nothing, past what the moonlight can illuminate—and now, he doesn’t have to wonder. He knows how it feels. Imagines another little boy made of shadows, as far away from the road as he’d been, and feels sick from all that fruit juice. He won’t ask his dad to pull over—all he wants is to get rid of that feeling on the back of his neck, like he’s dissolving into space. Like he’s the only thing for miles and miles. 

But the problem is—the feeling doesn’t go away. 

Not in the driveway. Not in the bath. Not in bed, later that night. 

Spencer did a bad thing and he wishes he could go back to normal. He wishes he didn’t get that desert feeling when he was surrounded by other people. But it comes back, again and again. At school. When he tentatively asks for new pants and his mom throws a vase at the wall and then sobs on the floor for forty minutes. When a few weeks later, his dad leaves, and doesn’t take the Ford with him—so it sits under the carport, greets him on his way to school every morning, and over the course of years the windshield turns opaque with dust. 

He hasn’t stopped feeling that way since. 

“You okay?”

A long, soft breath draws him back into his body. Into his bed. 

Not creosote. Not geosmin. Not the Santa Ana winds, coming from the deepest parts of the desert and carrying their desolation to him. Shampoo. Warmth. A girl who smells sort of like him, now—a girl whose perfume is all over his neck and chest and pillow. 

You’re there. You, a stranger. You, a girl he’s going to fall in love with. You—the only person he ever brought into the desert with him. The only person who ever brought him back. 

Point Nemo is not in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Asphodel is not in the underworld. It’s a little less than half a mile out across from an old gas station on the I-15 in the middle of the Mojave desert. 

Spencer nods because he can’t bring himself to speak just yet. 

You smile and take the time to find his hand in the dark. 

“Felt like I was out there with you. Thanks.”

And he squeezes your hand—because for the first time, it feels like someone is going to come looking for him. 

lyrics from my life in art <3

[hiraizyo]

your love’s got me high, baby girl

synopsis — with everything that’s happened between you and daniela, you knew you couldn’t let this be the end, not until you were back in each others arms.

friends with benefits, semi-fluff, angst-ish, swearing, lesserafim 6th member!reader

now playing: girl of my dreams, guti.

a/n: here’s the final part of the dani fic !! sorry it took longer than i thought :/ flashbacks are in italics, & reader kind of yearns (?). i hope you enjoy, thank u for the support of this fic <3

++ links: part i. part ii. dani & yn r finally happy :) might also do a bonus chap w some smut 🤷

there’s a certain hollowness in your chest, and your heart beats slowly as a reminder that you’re alive, but you barely feel like it. your fingers were cold, wringing them together while you stare ahead, unblinking and silent.

chaewon’s voice echoed around you, the sound muffled. your mind was far from where it should be as she waved a hand in front of your eyes, trying her best to gain your attention.

“yn?” chaewon called, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

she gave a small smile once you’d finally noticed her, eyes zeroing in on her. chaewon’s mouth moved, and it took a second before the words registered in your brain.

“we’re going in now,” she nodded her head to the side where the rest of your members stood. “are you going to be okay?”

tonight, hybe was holding a company dinner for the success of the past year. all idols would be present, and you knew it was highly likely that katseye would be here as well.

you nodded, biting on your bottom lip.

her hand fell from your shoulder and towards your own, gripping onto it softly and pulled you along with her. the rest of the girls watched as you walked closer, encouraging smiles sent your way, but you could tell there was a hint of pity.

after the conversation you had with kazuha and processing the realization of your feelings, two days later you found yourself opening up to them about your situation with daniela. your leader was angry, telling you off that it was a dangerous mistake from the start. sakura consoled you, offering bits of advice. yunjin had cracked jokes, finding humor to be her best form of comfort, but it wasn’t long before she noticed how much you were suffering and eased your worries. eunchae held you for as long as she could, and offered to help take your mind off things.

two weeks had passed, the lack of contact between you and the latina felt like torture. during the first few days, you obeyed her wishes for you to never speak to her again, but the distance was getting to you, and so you caved. daniela didn’t respond, leaving your texts unread.

it hurt, badly.

you knew it was deserved after everything you’d put her through, yet you still clung to the hope that everything would work out.

“let’s get through the night,” kazuha mumbled to you once you were near. “then, you can tell her everything.”

she locked her arms with yours together tightly, walking with you through the double doors of the large hall. as you walked in, many hybe employees and artists greeted. you bowed politely, but your eyes were scanning for a blonde curly headed girl.

finally making it to your table, the loud chatter of all the people in the hall took over your senses. eunchae tried to gain your attention, commenting on the black and gold colored decor and the different foods listed on menu for the night. still, your eyes never left the doors for a moment.

as time passed, your leg bounced up and down in anxiousness, trying to distract yourself in a short conversation with yeonjun and yunjin, the former having walked over and greeted your group a few moments ago.

his voice faded away once you finally caught sight of sophia, the rest of the kats’ following behind her. as if the universe was taunting you, all five girls walked in, smiles on their lips. it felt like agonizing pain waiting for daniela, who didn’t appear until the last second, until you’re holding your breath, and then — finally — you see her in all her glory.

she walked through the double doors gracefully, wearing a black formal dress, seemingly far better off than you were.

the sight of her makes your heart drop to your stomach. it stopped, then beat again, much faster this time. your eyes follow her as she greeted everyone just as you did, her smile so wide her dimples show. the lighting of the room made it seem like daniela was glowing, and even if that seemed impossible, in your eyes she was.

she looked absolutely divine.

“zuha…” you tapped her shoulder, eyes still trained on the latina. “she looks so fucking perfect tonight.”

the japanese hummed, following where you were looking. she glanced back at you, smiling. “tone it down an notch, eh romeo?”

yunjin giggled at her members words, bumping your shoulder with hers as she sat beside you. the slight movement caused you to forcibly tear your gaze away, leaning your elbows on the table and run a hand over your mouth.

“fuck, i think i’m gonna be sick.” you mumbled, your stomach churning from the overflow of emotions.

“sick in loveee~” yunjin sung out, another loud cackle escaping her. you flicked her forehead in response, but the blush on your cheeks was evident that she was right.

her laugh caught the attention of wandering stares, looking in both amusement and curiosity. you shrunk into yourself at the unwanted attention, and it wasn’t long before you’re gazing out in search of the blonde once again. daniela doesn’t notice you until katseye was sitting at their own table, and her eyes lock with yours.

you sat immobile, everything frozen in time.

for a moment, you imagined it was just daniela and you in the large hall, no one else around. you imagined that everything was alright, you’d smile at her and she’d smile back. but this was real life, and what you imagined was far from the truth.

daniela looked away faster than the speed of light, leaving you with another wave of numbness that washed over you, sighing dejectedly.

the blonde attempted to put on a brave face, and it was working for the most part, seeing as you believed it, but she could feel herself falter. she knew you still had an affect on her, heart calling out your name, and the necklace that now felt like a burning sensation could still be seen hanging around her neck — a reminder of the power you had over her.

daniela gripped manon’s hand under the table. her roommate raised an eyebrow in concern, watching the latina glance in your direction for a split second. manon understood, and squeezed daniela’s hand in comfort, a silent exchange that said she was here for the girl.

the sound of bang si-hyuk’s voice rang through your ears, every person turning to focus on him as he stood on stage behind a podium. he began with a short speech, thanking everyone for being here and to enjoy their night. he walked off once he was done, applauds and cheering now filled the hall.

the night continued on, many people talking amongst themselves as they ate and drank together. throughout it all, you couldn’t help but look over to daniela every once in a while. and each time you did, she never looked your way, it felt like a stab to your gut.

“do i tell her tonight?” you asked kazuha near the end of the dinner, who swallowed down a sip of water.

your question was slightly louder than you had intended for, the rest of lesserafim hearing you. chaewon shot you a warning gaze and sakura shook her head in protest.

“don’t you think that might be too overwhelming?” eunchae inquired.

in normal circumstances, you’d applaud her for raising a valid point. tonight, however, having daniela so close by after weeks had you itching to fix things between you two.

“manchae is right, yn.” yunjin added, settling an arm over your shoulder. “it’s better to do it in a less crowded place.”

you were half listening to them, catching sight of the katseye girls getting up from their table and beginning to walk towards the doors. without thinking, you went to follow after them.

“yeah, i think waiting a little longe— hey, yn!” kazuha yelled lowly, cutting herself off as you stood up from your seat in rushed movements, the chair loudly scraping against the floor.

it was difficult to push pash the amount of people and make your way towards the end of the hall, apologizing whenever you accidentally knocked into someone. your surroundings were a blur in your peripheral vision, desperately chasing after the blonde.

by the time you’d reached the doors, your breathing was heavy. you frantically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of any of the katseye members. your eyes were wide, spotting megan walking out the glass entrance doors of the building. with new found adrenaline, you sped walk towards them, pushing the door open with such a force it stung your hands.

“dani!” you shouted out into the cold air, watching as the girls were stepping into a company car.

you sighed exasperatedly, yelling out once more to gain any one of the katseye girls’ attention, but your efforts were useless. the car door slammed close, and the last thing you saw was a flash of blonde curls before they were driving off into the night.

“i need you to tell me where they’re staying.”

yunjin looked at you teasingly, leaning closer to you as you sat together on the couch, a cartoon show playing in the background. “sorry, who is staying where?”

you groaned, falling back on the couch and slid down. “yunjinnn!” you huffed out, to which the older girl laughed at. “you know who.”

the american pretended to think for a moment, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. “mmh, i don’t think i do.” she tapped her pointer finger on her chin, looking off to the side in fake wonderment.

you rolled your eyes and your shoulders slumped down as you glared up at her from your low position on the furniture. you were well aware of yunjin’s connection with megan and sophia, and decided to use it to your advantage to know the location of where the katseye girls were staying. unfortunately, your member was having too much fun teasing you, withholding the information.

after last night’s event, you’d thought enough was enough. it was killing to not have daniela in your life, you needed to let her know how you felt, the truth of it all. you’d let her slip through your fingers once before, and you weren’t going to let it happen again, not when finally after weeks, you were able to see one another.

it was late, a little after eleven p.m. the phone rang as you pressed it against your ear, foot tapping against the floor of your dorm hurriedly out of nervousness. you muttered under your breath, begging for the call to be answered.

as if your prayers were answered, the ringing stopped and the call was picked up

“dani.” you whispered, almost afraid of what she’d have to say. there was silence for a moment, as you desperately pleaded out. “hey, i’m sorry. i’m sorry. please, can we talk?”

the hope that spread to your chest died out once you heard the voice on the other end, their voice hard. “stop calling.”

“manon…” you muttered, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion. “i— i just want to talk to dani, please! let me… let me explain everything.”

on the other end, manon shook her head silently and gazed at her roommate, sound asleep in the bed of their hotel room. it was rare to see her sleep so peacefully since your last phone call, and the ghanaian wasn’t going to let you ruin her friend any further.

“yn, daniela is one of my best friends, but you weren’t there to pick up the pieces of the mess you made.” manon whispered, turning around to face the window, looking up at night sky. “i’m telling you one last time, stop calling.”

“no, wait—!”

manon didn’t give you a chance, ending the call, and the silence being left behind was deafening, hanging over your head, reminding you of all that you’d done.

your hands grasped onto your members, gripping them tightly, sitting up from the couch and were now perched on your knees. your eyes were wide, as you managed to steady your voice amongst your frantic movements.

“yun, if you have any intention of seeing me happy, then please, tell me where daniela is staying.”

yunjin chuckled and untangled her hand from yours, patting down on your shoulder. “okay, chill out. i’ll text you the hotel’s address.”

you sprung up from the couch, smiling widely as you leaned over and placed a sloppy kiss on yunjin’s cheek. the girl groaned loudly and shoved you away from her as you tripped over your own two feet, stumbling into your bedroom to gather your phone and car keys. you hastily moved around the room, throwing on whatever you thought would make a decent outfit.

your phone dinged with yunjin’s personalized notification sound. the nerves began to set in, quickly unlocking your phone with only one leg in your pants, and copied and pasted in the address into maps, seeing the hotel wasn’t that far away from the lesserafim dorm.

by the time you’d reached the hotel, yunjin had messaged you again, telling you that megan would meet you in the lobby and bring you up to the room they was staying in.

you spotted her immediately, courtesy of her ginger hair, and smiled gratefully as you got closer to her. “thank you for this.”

megan hummed, “don’t get me wrong, i’m still kinda upset.” she told you, guiding you towards the elevator. “but yunjin vouched for you. and plus, i hate seeing dani like this.”

you bit your lower lip as regret filled you, thinking over all this pain you’d caused daniela and the mistake you’d made. your hands clenched together at your sides, worry now creeping in.

it wasn’t long before you were face to face with a white door, a golden plaque placed a little bit above the centre, showing the room number. megan used a key card to open the door, as you rocked on your feet nervously. she opened the door silently, and stepped in, with you cautiously following behind her.

what greeted you was the sight of four girls all gathered on a couch. it was separate from the bedroom and bathroom, large enough to be considered a seating area. the tv was on, displaying the multiple netflix movies. yoonchae sat on the couch, scrolling through the different options, completely unbothered by what was happening around her.

megan caught sight of sophia’s eyes, and sheepishly scurried past her as she abruptly stood up, curling herself against their youngest member. lara glared at you from where she sat, her fiery gaze making you swallow nervously.

if looks could kill, you’d surely be dead.

before you’d gotten a chance to speak, sophia beat you to it, looking at you with crossed arms and a blank expression, visibly unimpressed.

“what are you doing here?” she squinted her eyes at you out of protection.

you cleared your throat, trying to seem as if you weren’t intimidated. “i came for daniela.”

sophia scoffed and clicked her tongue. “don’t you think you’ve done enough?” the leader retorted, tilting her head to the side.

you hung your head down lowly, feeling as if you were under a microscope from the stares that the kats’ were giving you. as you were about to respond, explaining your reasoning for being here, daniela and manon came through the connecting door of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks.

manon was speaking aloud, unaware of your presence. “that better be room service, or i swear i’ll— oh shit.”

the ghanaian’s sudden pause in her movements cause for daniela to crash into her back. she scowled, wondering what it was that had everyone in the room so tense, until her eyes landed on you.

her body ran cold, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and sorrow.

daniela didn’t expect to see you here, in fact she didn’t expect to see you at all after she’d silently been ignoring you. she was suddenly hyperaware of everything, hearing her heartbeat in her ears. pleading with your eyes, you soundlessly begged her to let you stay.

sophia stepped back into your line of sight, her gaze even harsher than before. “you are not speaking to her.”

“it’s fine, soph.” daniela spoke out. all eyes turned to her, but she paid them no mind as she looked directly at you. her jaw clenched in annoyance.

daniela turned around and walked back into the room, a silent request that you follow her. it was difficult to make it past all the girls as they shot daggers your way, but you’d eventually made it and shut the connecting door behind you. as you looked around, you noticed the two separate beds against either side of the room, both messily made up with minimal effort. a couple of clothes were strewn around, daniela’s suitcase unzipped and lay open on the floor.

she stood in the middle of the room, back towards to you. daniela finally turned to face you, sighing. you remained in place with your hands at your sides, cracking your knuckles from the anxiety making its way through your body.

standing with her now, face to face, the words you practiced in your head on the drive over suddenly became lost.

she looked at you expectantly, “are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?”

“i wanted to apologize.”

“apologize?” daniela chirped out, “you think an apology is going to fix this?”

she shook her head breathlessly, looking at you in disbelief at your actions. daniela’s eyebrows scrunching together in anger, her voice raising.

“i get it, yn. from the start of all this, we agreed it was only hooking up. but you’d say and do things that would make me think otherwise, and i hate you for it!”

you flinched at her words, considering if she really did hate you. (you couldn’t blame her, either.)

“dani, i—” you quickly interjected, but she cut you off just as fast, giving you no room to speak.

“i mean, you give me your necklace to wear— to keep, like sure, whatever, it’s just a piece of jewelry! you stay the night at my place, which was your own goddamn rules! you call me whenever you have a bad day, just because you want to ‘hear my voice’ and then…” she paused, looking at you exasperated.

daniela turned around and walked in angry steps, “and then you buy me a gift, and tell me it fucking means nothing.” her voice croaked, facing you.

“like, what the fuck is up with that?!”

in rushed footsteps, you walked closer to daniela, until you were mere centimeters apart, cupping her cheeks and pulling her into an electrifying, world-stopping kiss.

daniela’s mind short circuited, distracted by your hurried movements. her body then melted into yours, hands pressed against your ribcage.

she kissed you back with need, her soft lips moving against yours out of instinct. you tried to pour every ounce of your emotions into the kiss, hoping to convey the way you feel about her. your hands found their way into her hair, fingers tangling in blonde curls, pressing harder until your teeth clash together and she gasped into your mouth.

your head spun from the feel of her lips pressed to yours, forgetting how much of an effect kissing her had on you. your body temperature was rising as you pulled your bodies together as close as humanly possible. daniela’s hands snacked up to cup yours cheeks as well, her right thumb running along your jawline, allowing herself to be consumed by your touch.

when you finally parted, you were both breathing heavily, heart thumping wildly. leaning your forehead against daniela’s, you sighed, shutting your eyelids closed and whispered out,

“i didn’t think i’d ever get to do that again.”

daniela blinked away tears, calming down her breathing. she looked at you, and when you finally opened your eyes, you could see hers were wide with something akin to fearfulness.

you leaned back, hands moving back to cup her cheeks and opened your mouth to speak, your voice shaking.

“i crave to be with someone, but i couldn’t handle that kind of intimacy.” you began, wetting your lips as you struggled to regain control of your breathing. “…and i never understood what people meant when they said love drives you crazy, until i met you.”

you swallowed, closing your eyes for another moment. when you opened them again, daniela could see the truth behind them, shining with despair and vulnerability.

“dani, i have never felt anything like this before, for anyone.” your head shook sideways, voice quivering. “and that scared me, so much. but you didn’t deserve how i treated you.”

you smiled sadly, finally letting your emotions take control. “in the past, i never had the best luck with love. i ran from it, hurting others before they could hurt me. but… its different with you.”

“i think of you, all the time, no matter how much i try to distract myself, my mind always goes back to you. when i’m out with my friends, or with my members — as much as i love them — i would rather be with you. and that bracelet… fuck, it did mean something. it meant that i wanted us to be more, that i wanted you to know how i really feel about you.”

your vision was starting to become blurry, eyes filling with tears the more you carried on. daniela watched as your walls around you crumble down, letting her in.

“you should’ve just been honest with me,” she whispered, delicately cradling your face in her hands.

for a moment, you choked on a breath. there were constellations in her eyes, and they stunned you you to silence.

you breathed, deep and slow.

“i’m sorry, okay?” you whimpered out, “i’m so sorry. i’m sorry that i’ve been a complete asshole in all this. i get it if you hate me, or you never want to see me again, but i am begging you, dani, please, please, can we try again?”

your hand clutched onto hers, pressing it down on your chest. underneath her palm, she could feel the quick beating of your heart. “it hurts not to have you with me. i want us to be together, in a proper relationship. no more sneaking around, no more being kept a secret.”

your voice cracked as you spoke in shuttered breaths, gasping, as though daniela was your supply of oxygen, needing her to survive. she could see the pain on your face, pursuing her lips.

the latina chuckled somberly, “you really hurt me, y’know that?”

“i know, and i will do whatever it takes to make up for that.” you pleaded with her, “just give me one more chance, if— if you’re willing.”

the silence dragged on as daniela gathered her thoughts. standing before her was you, begging and shaking, looking at her with so much emotion. there was love in your eyes, but there was also panic, sadness, desire, and longing.

her lips upturned, “you’re going to regret saying that, because i am sooo making you work for it.”

you laughed breathlessly, pulling her into you, making her drop her hands from your cheeks and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“if it makes you happy, i’d do anything.”

daniela felt heat run up her body, warming her face and her ears. “anything?”

a weight lifted off your chest at her teasing tone. you tangled your fingers together, humming in contentment. “yes.”

the latina raised a brow at your willingness to comply with her demands. she smirked, tilting her head back to look at you. “you do realize just because i’ve forgiven you doesn’t mean the girls will?” she quipped, watching as you nodded.

“okay,” you mumbled, pulling her into a hug.

daniela wrapped an arm around your midsection while yours fell over her shoulders. she glanced at the side of your head, “manon will probably try and fight you, lara too.”

“i figured.”

she laughed as you stood with your arms around one another, basking in the comfort you provided. you were happy to finally have daniela back in your embrace, her body feeling like home.

the blonde separated herself from you, and sneakily placed her hands under the shirt you wore, raking her nails across you skin. she leaned to capture her lips with yours in another kiss, this time more soft and sensual. this kiss was tender; there was no more fighting, no more confusing feelings, no more denying yourselves the truth of what you really wanted.

as you stood there, the delicate kiss having your stomach flutter, you’d completely forgotten about the rest of world, until lara’s voice was heard through the door.

“if you two made up, please don’t fuck while we’re all still out here!”

aaanddd thats it ! <3

lowk think i am DONE with long imagines this shit drains me so much omf, anywaysss pls lemme know ur thoughts on this dani fic i love hearing ur opinions 😓

[mead-iocre]

So glad you are back 🩷

and my beloved brat reader

do you care to expand on Alexia “apologising” to r 🙏🏼🙏🏼

thank you baby 💗💗💗💗

oh? you’d like me to expand? like in a write-a-blurb-please kind of way?

everyday im tempted to write something a lil spicy but im not sure yall are ready for that

but ask and i shall give (suggestiveeee)

“come onnn” alexia croons, voice husky and low. her hand glides over bare skin, brushing lightly over blue lace. her fingers curl around the material. “you can’t be mad anymore. I said i was sorry ”

brat!reader rolls her eyes but makes no move to push the barcelona captain off of her. she hadn’t seen alexia the entire day and with practice lasting an hour longer, she was going to eat up every bit of attention from the midfielder.

“it’s been an hour, bebe. Talk to me…please” lips against the skin of her neck, alexia starts placing soft kisses on the skin. lips chapped from the cold, contrasts the warmth puffs of air she generously gifts her girl’s neck. “im sorry i was late to our date— but you know how coach is like before the international break—“

but brat!reader holds firm, lips tightly pressed together to keep the moans threatening to spill from her lips. she shifts her position as if annoyed, rolling her eyes to prove a point.

“stop” that earns her a bite on the neck from her sharp-eyed lover “quit being a brat”

alexia pulls back slightly to gaze down at her girl. a smile gracing her lips at the sight of her— cheeks flushed rosy, hair mussed, and lips swollen slightly from her biting it so much. a self-soothing habit for nerves but also another tell

“sometimes im convinced you start a fight just so I can love on you”

an eyebrow raise was her only answer. always the sassy one.

alexia leans down again until their faces are a breath apart. she tugs down one side of the lace. “were you that desperate for my attention that you had to start a fight over something so stupid? hmm. is that what this is all about?”

she tells herself that she didn’t mean to but it was almost unconscious— instinctive, out of habit. the way her legs shifted, widening ever so slightly to accommodate the woman above her. alexia notices of course. she always does

the corner of her lips quirk up. “greedy girl”

[whokilledsamara]

SHIGARAKI NSFW ALPHABET

{ gift for my beautiful wife ~ @nutsnhonie }

warnings || smut, asphyxiation, fear play, blood kink, marking, rough sex, biting, vouyerism, {more,, but i cant rly think of what to put}

{an: wife wife wife wife wife wife}

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he cant do much honestly, due to his quirk, but he will hand you things like a wet rag,, water bottle,, etc. even though he is an asshole, he still cares about you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite is your hair, since he cant harm that by touching it. but from afar his favorite is definitely your thighs.

on HIMSELF,, he doesnt like much. though he is proud of his dick for some reason,,,

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he doesn't cum as much as the others, but he still fills you up, hence the name "creampie"

will almost always do it inside of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he definitely watches you masturbate, or watches you while HE masturbates. plug a lil weird but he chill,,

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hes fucked hookers, or anyone the was willing, but he never cared for them or cared if they finished or not. therefore he is more experienced in HIS job at it. not so much the other things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style. though he holds your hips like a british person and their teacup, its still his favorite position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

doesnt find humor attractive during sex. therefore he is definitely the serious type.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he has a good amount of hair, but keeps it maintained. same color as the hair on his head and has a niiiceee happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

not very romantic, but does love you. will probably be romanticish AFTER the sex. still cant fathom the fact that you want him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

does it when you arent there. when he is really pent up with stress from either a mission or something else, then he will find different ways to touch himself. just wants to get off a few times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

asphyxiation, blood play, the usual. he definitely likes choking you to the best of his abilities without actually killing you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his room, though anywhere you want him to fuck you he totally will.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you in general, but theres just something about seeing you covered in blood that sparks a match in him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

coprophilia or anything nasty like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving, seeing it as his best way of getting you off. his chapped lips definitely make the job easier. he does enjoy receiving though as most people do.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough definitely. will only slow down if you beg him too.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

absolutely. he loves taking risks of someone catching you. also if he is in a time crunch he will.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

this is Shigaraki we are talking about. of course he will. enjoys inflicting pain on you, risking being caught, etc

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

for him around 4, but thats just for him. if he is going down on you than it doesnt matter. he can go as long as you need him too. gets him out of team things anyways.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

has a few small vibrators that he collected for you. mainly for when he isnt there, though he definitely doesn't mind using them during sex with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teasing is almost constant with him. he enjoys watching you squirm and watching your face flush up with embarrassment.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

aside from grunts and huffs, he doesnt make much noise. if you manage to get him in a submissive manner {unlikely} then he will whine from overstimulation.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

absolutely into marking. likes licking blood from cuts he inflicts on you, or marking you with hickeys or bites. another one would be fear play. enjoys watching you squirm with fear as he pretends like he is about to actually touch you fully.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his torso and arms are toned and he is littered with scars from either fighting or missions. his dick is around 7-8 inches hard, with a slightly darker tip than his skin.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

most likely high from all the pent up anger, but wont force himself on you. {maybe in another fic....}

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

will wait for you to fall asleep until he does, but sometimes he doesnt sleep at all after.

hope you like,,, im not used to his character much since i left the fandom a while ago.

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[qulizalfos]

my hansd r kind of turning purple dare i mess with the thermostat

im so coldf

[tlouadditc]

roommate!ellie x f!reader [cont.]

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ ONLY, switch!reader, switch!ellie, reader is an anxious and shy ass bitch, strap on usage, ellie has a potty mouth [LMAOOO], degradation, praise, pet names [mostly baby and princess again], oral [e receiving], fingering [e receiving], a bit of dumbification and dacryphilia if u squint

word count: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

a/n: thanks for 300+ likes on the 1st part!! i hope u guys enjoy, im working on my writing so pls lmk if anything is confusing/weird, lmk 😭 enjoy! + this is not proofread sorry

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

the next day was awkward as hell. you don't know why, but you felt like you shouldn't talk to ellie at all that next day. maybe it was your fear of her getting randomly disgusted. maybe scared she'll bring it up and use it against you. she wasn't like that.. but your fear still made you ignore any unnecessary contact.

halfway through the day, your phone buzzes in your pocket. you check, and you see it's ellie. you nervously open it;

ellie: u okay? why rnt u talking to me?

you sigh, not wanting to scare her away. you quickly type:

you: im sorry, busy day :((

ellie: busy? maybe i can help you again, princess

that name again. maybe she still wanted this, you think. you exhale deeply before texting back:

you: movie night tonite?? ill be home by 6 :o

ellie: those lil emojis r too cute.. also hell yea!

you smile before hearting the message and putting your phone away. you're just overthinking again. everything is good.

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you finally finish your last class of the day, quickly packing your stuff and prepare to walk to your dorm. suddenly, your phone buzzes. it's ellie again.

ellie: outside! :))

confused, you walked outside to see ellie in her car, waiting for you. you happily walked [practically ran] to the passenger side.

"els!" you say, putting your bags down while looking at her with a big smile on your face. "you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." she said, just as happy as you. "don't want my princess walking home when i can pick you up."

she chuckles when she sees your face heat up, starting to pull off. "so," she begins, "what movie you wanna watch tonight?"

you think, long and hard, before answering, "a horror movie!"

she nods in approval before asking, "any movie in particular?" you shake your head and she says, "good, because i have a movie already; hereditary."

you slightly cringe. "sounds scary." no response from her, just a smirk. you take this as a moment to study her look her hair is down, meeting her shoulders, her lips slightly chapped, but still looking as soft as a pillow, her eyes attentive on the road ahead of her, her arms slightly muscular and defined in the sunset. as you take in all of her features, she glances over and smugly mutters, "like what you see?"

you snap yourself out of your trance, sitting up in your seat. "sorry," you mumble, making her laugh again. "don't be sorry," she replies, "when you're in those cute little skirts, i do the same."

your face flushes again, but before you could answer, you realize you're at the dorms and ellie's shutting the drivers door. jumping out the car and walking up to ellie, you utter, "thank you, els," and begin walking with her.

getting into the dorm, you quickly walk to your room. "ill order pizza," ellie yells, "be ready in an hour!" you were gonna yell out, "for what?", until you remember your movie night. "okay!" you yell, gathering clothes to freshen up.

in the shower, all you can think about is how tonight could play out. could you just watch the movie and never talk about what happened last night? would it happen again? would she completely reject you? it was too much to think about, too much to worry about. you wore your usual lounge outfit- shorts and an oversized shirt- and let your hair airdry.

walking out of the bathroom, you see the living room set up for your movie night [or date at this point]. "fancy set up," you utter, coming around to sit by ellie. "well, i wanted to make tonight special." for what? you want to ask, but you ultimately decide to not question it.

the movie starts, you're both eating pizza and actually paying attention. you can swear you feel ellie's eyes falling onto your bare thighs, but you ignore it. let her make a move, you tell yourself. don't wanna embarrass yourself.

as the movie goes on, you slowly lay onto her and get closer, feeling her wrap her arms around your waist. if you're honest, you can't even pay attention to the movie anymore; your body craves more of her touch, just how she did it last night. you whimper, getting flashbacks of her fingering you into oblivion.

"you alright, princess?" ellie asks, concerned tone, "movie's too scary?" you gulp, glancing up at her before shaking your head slightly and laying back down on her shoulder.

everything's becoming overstimulating; the rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her fingertips under your shirt and on your waist, rubbing up and down- you need something. crossing your legs and rubbing them together, you create friction to stop the throbbing in your core. you can feel ellie move her hand from your waist onto your thigh, making your breath hitch. you let out a quiet mewl as she moves her hand to your inner thigh, spreading your legs. she slowly moves her hand closer and closer to your cunt. "ellie," you silently whimper, breathing heavily under her touch. you hear her groan and whisper, "fuck this movie."

you turn your head to face her. she crashes her lips onto yours, passionately kissing you while cupping your core with her hand. your hips buck up, attempting to get any sort of pleasure. she smirks in the kiss, pulling back to say, "be patient, baby, i promise i'll make you feel good." you slowly move your hand over her crotch, palming at her soaked heat. "m'not letting you neglect yourself again," you say, locking eyes with her. "let me help you."

you kneel in front of her, small smile on your face. she hesitates before sitting back and helping you remove her shorts. the way you gaze at the glistening wet spot on her boxers makes her look away in shame. "it's okay," you reassure, making her bright red face look back at you as you slowly peel them off her body. her pussy is glistening with slick, puffy red lips hiding her swollen clit. you only do one touch and she's slightly squirming, gripping onto the couch for support. light touches on her dripping slit turn into your pointer finger stimulating her bud as you tease another into her sopping wet hole. she throws an arm across her face, attempting to muffle her whines. "am i doing good?" you ask, looking up with doe eyes. all she can do is nod before you fully extend your finger in her cunt. "god- so good, b-baby," she breathes, trying to keep her composure. without warning, you pump the finger in and out, filling the room with obscene sounds. kitten licks are applied to her swollen bud, making her moan your name with her head tilted back.

"m'gonna- fuck- cum all over your face, p-princess," she practically sobs, bringing a hand down to push you further into her pussy. you speed up, letting her take control of your head, as her heat squeezes around your finger and soaks the bottom half of your face.

both of you are catching your breath, completely fucked out. removing your finger, you pop it into your mouth, watching ellie's eyes lock onto your mouth. "you... you dirty slut," she mutters, getting up from the couch. you worriedly watch as she walks to her room, rummaging in a drawer. you start to freak out, thinking you did something wrong. you hear something.. buckling. you think she's leaving until she walks out something on:

a strap.

"get on the sofa," she demands, looking down at you with hungry eyes. you get up, and sit on the sofa, waiting for the next command. "so obedient for some cock, huh?" she teases, leaning down and slightly pulling at your waistband, signaling for you to take them off. you comply and she pulls your legs up, making you lay on your back with your legs thrown over her shoulders. she runs her hand over your heat, collecting slick and applies it to the strap. "you ready?" she asks, genuinely this time. you slightly nod, nervous about how she's gonna fuck you with this thing.

"such a pretty little cunt," she coos, slowly inserting the entire strap into you. the painful sensation causes you to let out a loud sob, making her shush you lightly and whisper, "i know, i got you, angel." once you adjust and she wipes your tears, she moves out slowly. "you okay?" she asks, keeping her eyes on your face as she moves. you nod, whimpering when the tip hits your cervix slightly. "i'm gonna go a little faster, okay?" she speeds up, just enough to make your mind go blank as you keep your eyes on her.

her calloused hands hold onto your hips, keeping you in place. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second just from seeing how fucked out you look, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "mm, going dumb on me, slut?" she utters, a stupid smirk on her face. you're unable to make sentences as you moan her name. all you can do is whimper and babble about how good it feels. "so pathetic," she'd breathe, "can't even speak properly from my cock." she speeds up, adding a thumb on your clit, making you go crazy. "m' so close," you cry out, eyes tearing up from how good it feels. she looks down, breathing heavy, before she says:

"go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like the slut you are."

your walls convulse around the strap, legs shaking while ellie continues to pump into you and talk you through your orgasm.

"go ahead, baby, just like that." she caresses your face and plants small, soft kisses as you come down from your high. "i got you."

after you completely recover from your orgasm, she slowly removes her cock from your cunt and goes to get things to clean you up. when she comes back, the strap is off and she has towels and some water. "you okay, angel? did i go too hard?" you shake your head and utter, "no, no, it- you were perfect." her face flushes as she helps you clean up.

as you guys cuddle, you have the urge to ask her the daunting question; what are we? you guys just started this, but you don't wanna just be a fuckbuddy.. but is now the time to ask?

[to be continued >:^) hope u guys enjoyed this long ass smut JESUS!]

[hai7ani]

SPARKS haitani rindou

nsfw (smut) mdni, hurt/comfort, family dynamic

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part iii / but i promise you this; i'll always look out for you.

5:30pm. Haitani Rindou is tapping his foot on the marble floor impatiently as he waits in the very long line of . . . eight people, to clock out of work. He checks his watch and eyes the clock on the wall.

Can time move any faster than this? Can everyone just hurry up already?

He's checking his phone every second too. Are there any more messages from you? Have you called? Oh, you didn't.

His heart fills with worry as he chews on his lip and bites off the dry, peeling skin. He internally facepalms a little when he realises what he'd just done -- you'll nag at him when he comes home with a chapped lip later, he thinks, and that has somehow made him feel a little bit better of being stuck in this situation. Though he's not angry, because he's got a good reason to leave.

Rindou always goes home at 6pm -- the main reason being he can't stand queuing up for the sake of going home at clock out hour sharp. The line is always so long and he has to stand there for at least fifteen minutes carrying his heavy briefcase with at least ten people ahead of him? He doesn't do that.

Haitani Rindou doesn't do that but for one exception.

Wife (stink)

honey

pls pick baby up later

i cant do it today

One missed voice call from you at 5:13pm

One declined voice call from Wife (stink) at 5:15pm

You

R u ok?

Need me to pick u?

Wife (stink)

im ok

i'll c u at home

Rindou sighs and locks the screen, worried eyes taking a quick glance at the Always on Display of him carrying his bubbly daughter in his arms, you're standing beside them with a bright smile and the three of you are wearing matching Minnie Mouse themed headbands (that Sakiya insisted with chubby hands that you all buy -- and of course, her father could never say no, despite the little hesitation of being put in the spotlight). The photo was taken at USJ last summer and his heart warms at the sight along with the memories that came with it.

He shoves the phone into his pocket and blinks tiredly.

It's unusual for you to only text him; you always call first then subject to texting if he doesn't pick up, unless it's for dumb little things like teasing him for taking the wrong car to work or leaving behind his bento on the counter.

(you: y u take my car 😾 *photo attached of your Volkswagen missing from the basement parking* him: Lazy to change the keys 🦤 Take my bmw)

(you: did u not wanna eat it. *photo attached of his bento on the counter* him: Forgot to take *next message* 🧎🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏻💔😢)

(him: Forgot to turn off the lights you: haha dumbass him: 😑)

So for you to text him to pick up your daughter for the day is very out of the ordinary and you've also declined his calls too. Sakiya is usually your responsibility to pick up after work at 5:30pm sharp, mainly because Rindou gets busy easily and you are more flexible with the timing at work. It’s a last minute notice that he has to suddenly leave the office earlier than usual and he thinks of his baby who is waiting patiently for him to come at daycare.

“Hi, this is Haitani Rindou, the father of Haitani Sakiya. Can you pass the phone to her? It’s urgent.” He says into the speaker while shoving his belongings into his briefcase in a rush.

“Please wait a moment, sir.” The woman on the other line puts him on hold and looks behind at the sea of children that are running around the field. Rindou hears the screams and cheers of little children and figures it is outdoor playtime now.

“Daddy?” The soft voice of his daughter echoes through the speaker after a moment and he immediately perks up at it. “‘Kiya, did mommy call you?”

“No, why?” “I will pick you up later, okay? Mommy is busy.”

“Okay.”

“But I will be a bit late, wait for me 'n don't follow anybody, okay?"

“Okay, Sakiya will wait.”

Rindou clears his throat and slots in his employee card when it's his turn at the machine. He's in the process of clocking out of the system when a soft voice sounds from behind.

"You're leaving early today, Haitani-san?" He glances at the direction of the voice and sees Ōe Saya -- Saya-san, the bookkeeper of his department holding her bag with two hands and wide eyes.

"Yeah, gotta pick up my kid now." He says while waiting for the loading screen and she grins wider at the mention of his daughter. "I see. How old is she again? The last time I saw her, she was about 2 right?"

"Yeah," Rindou is instantly reminded of the marking you made just yesterday on the wall of the living room that is labelled 87cm, Sakiya, Spring 2023.

Though a short girl, his baby's grew up so fast.

"She's turning 4 this year."

He doesn't want her to.

"'My God, she's so big already. Kids grow so quick these days, right, Miya?" Saya-san turns around to beam at Sasaki Miya, his other colleague and also the mother of Sakiya's daycare friend, Kazu-chan.

"I know . . . My boy is already 5 this year, it all happens in just a blink of an eye!"

He exits the screen and pulls out his employee card, stepping out of the way for Saya-san to move forward when Miya-san questions his quiet figure, "isn't it your wife that usually picks up Sakiya-chan? What happened today?" He briefly recalls that you and Miya-san are close acquaintances because of your children's little friendship in daycare.

"Something came up, so she can't go." Rindou says, voice quiet with a hint of worry and she picks up on it. "I see . . . Is she okay?”

Rindou answers her with a scratch to his forehead. "She's fine . . . Probably."

After a thirty-minute delay from being stuck in the gruesome jam, Rindou finally manages to park his car in front of the daycare center.

He swiftly turns off the engine and rushes out of his BMW the moment he spots a familiar light pink jacket sitting on the front porch. Rindou’s feet brings him closer and he sees a woman, probably the teacher, sitting beside with an arm wrapped around his daughter as she cries softly. Her little hands are hidden in her jacket and he spots the ears of her worn out bunny plush toy he bought for her when she was a year old peeking from beneath.

“‘Kiya.” Her father calls. The little girl looks up through her lashes and the tears come running down like waterfall at the sight of him. “Daddy.” Sakiya runs on her little feet and hops into his warm arms. Rindou kisses her head while unconsciously covering her tiny body with his coat.

She’s so, so cold.

Rindou feels at peace when he finally has his daughter in his embrace. He shushes her softly with a rock and she slowly quiets down upon hearing her father's gentle voice.

“I’m really sorry for having her out in the cold. She wanted to wait outside and wouldn’t go in. ‘Said she wanted to see you when you’re here.” Her teacher apologises with a deep bow. “It’s okay, thank you for being with her.” The little girl who is clinging onto him for dear life feels a warm breath blow into her neck. She whimpers at the contact, “Sakiya waited.” and babbles between sniffles.

Not outside for me, silly girl.

“It’s okay, I'm here now. Don’t cry.” Rindou coos while wiping her tears away and readjusts her jacket -- her favourite one that you bought for her at a trip to Yokohama a few months ago -- to keep her warmer and he vaguely sees the resemblance between his baby and her mother.

Both a crybaby. He chuckles at it.

Rindou figures she's crying because she isn't used to not getting picked up on time. The sky is already dark out and she is probably worried sick as she waits and waits and waits.

He feels his chest tightening.

“Let’s go, baby.” Rindou shields Sakiya from the cold spring wind and she buries her face into his thick coat while the two hurry into his car. He turns on the heater and eyes his daughter through the rearview mirror who is sitting quietly in her carseat, hugging her bunny while sniffling.

Rindou feels bad.

". . . 'Kiya, do you want dango?"

Her ears perk up at the sound of her favourite, favourite snack.

But a beat passes and Sakiya is blinking at her father -- probably pondering whether or not Mommy would approve of this. "Daddy, Sakiya just had dango at school."

But her father smirks a little through the rear view mirror. "Mommy won't know."

She shows her father a toothy grin.

"Okay."

And he starts driving.

That's my little girl.

It's around 6:40 in the evening when Rindou steps out of the elevator with his bubbly daughter holding an almost-finished dango stick in her hand.

"D'ya wanna help me with the dishes after?" "Yes!"

The duo are having a short conversation on their plans for the night when they hear Baa-chan, the friendly widow who lives next door push her front gate open while holding a heavy trash bag in her hand.

"Oh, Rindou-kun, you’re home." She greets with a warm smile. "Hello, Sakiya-chan." The said man puts his daughter down on her feet and the little girl runs forward to bow to her favourite grandma, "hello, Baa-chan! ただいま！"

Rindou takes the trash bag from her hand, “I’ll get it.” while grabbing the now empty dango stick in Sakiya’s hands to throw it in the general bin a few metres away.

When he returns, he sees Baa-chan handing a strawberry daifuku in a white plate to Sakiya and she hugs her legs in gratefulness. “For you, sweetie. Eat this after dinner, okay?” The girl nods feverishly while admiring the pretty dessert held in her little hands.

“Have you eaten, Baa-chan?” Rindou questions softly while unlocking his front gate with the keycard. “Not yet. I haven't had the appetite." He frowns at her reply. "Eat now, otherwise you're gonna have stomach pain again." He nags at the older lady and she simply laughs while patting his arm. "Okay, okay. You nag so much, boy. I'm starting to think you are my son."

He smiles a little at that. Baa-chan reminds him a lot of his late grandmother who used to take care of him and Ran when they were younger in their Roppongi home. Perhaps it is why Rindou is always caring for her in subtle ways, either nagging at her to take care of herself or helping her with the lightbulb she wanted to change.

Baa-chan and Sakiya are chit-chatting about their day as Rindou gets down on one knee to help Sakiya take off her little shoes. Her Hello Kitty bag is threatening to fall off his shoulder and his daughter helps him to readjust it properly with sticky fingers.

"I learnt how to write Katakana today!" "Oh, really? Which one is your favourite?" "Ummmm, I only remember ア and ワ . . ." "That's okay, sweetie. Take your time."

Sakiya steps up onto the platform of the entrance and Rindou hands her her own shoes, "you wanna put it up?" She balances her plate of daifuku in one hand and grips her white shoes with the other, before placing it down on the mini rack that is made for all her footwear. "Done!"

Rindou is about to stand back up when Baa-chan hurriedly pulls on the sleeve of his thick coat, suddenly remembering about the thing she wanted to say.

“Oh, before you go, Rindou-kun,” he looks at Baa-chan who has a worried expression on her face. “I was reorganising my shoes earlier and saw your wife come home, around 6. She didn’t look too good, but I didn’t ask. She did give me some Meiji biscuits and Ocha to enjoy, though.” She points inside with a chuckle and Rindou blinks. “Did she look sick?”

“Oh, I know it when a girl is having a bad day. Poor baby cried, I can tell.”

He stands back up on his feet and scratches his head. Baa-chan giggles at his antics before pointing to Sakiya with a soft voice only meant for him to hear. "You can bring her over for the weekend if needed, I can use the company. Have a little break and take care of your wife first."

Rindou understands what she is hinting at. To take care of you before doing anything else.

He nods at it.

“Okay, thanks for tellin' me.” He unlocks his front door and ushers Sakiya inside.

“Goodnight, Baa-chan!" The little voice shouts from the entrance and the grandma laughs with a wave to her figure.

After Rindou has made sure she has entered her house and locked the door, he kicks off his shoes and enters his home.

His heavy briefcase drops on the floor with a thud with Sakiya’s bag on top and he dumps his car keys and keycard beside yours that is scattered messily on the counter.

Rindou's purple orbs scans around.

The house is never this quiet when you’re home.

He hears the soft padding of Sakiya’s sock-clad feet and watches as she heads straight to the fridge to put in her melting daifuku. “Daifuku, daifuku~” She sings and Rindou leaves her to it. He checks around and sees your bedroom door slightly ajar.

"'Kiya, wash your hands 'n take off your jacket 'n socks, okay?" He says while heading over to your bedroom. "Okay."

He pushes the door open with a creak,

and Rindou finds you crying in your bed.

The room is dark, you're laying on your side with nothing on except for your underwear and thick blankets are bunched up around your waist. Rindou hears the little cries and sniffles sounding from you and hurriedly hovers over your limp body on the bed.

Rindou calls your name twice, testing the waters as he grabs at your shoulders to get you to face him. You continue sobbing and don't look at him but instead hide your face further into the pillow, black mascara tainting the white sheets and he frowns.

You're not conscious.

"Come on, love." He pulls at your body again. "Look at me." And when he finally sees your messy face, Rindou places a warm kiss to your forehead with a hand behind your neck, the other holding your trembling hand. You immediately cling on to him at the familiar feeling of your husband and cry into his neck.

"I lost my job."

What?

"I lost my job, baby. 'M sorry, 'm so sorry."

Your cries are so loud. You are so sad. You're babbling apologies to him and he doesn't know what's going on.

You? Losing your job? All of a sudden? How?

His own breaths are getting ragged too as Rindou attempts to calm you down with two strong arms wrapped around your frail figure and his kisses to your face don't stop.

The last time Rindou has heard you cry like this was when he raised his voice at you during a fight and immediately got on his knees to apologise. That was five years ago.

"I'm home. You're okay. It's okay." He assures and brushes your messy and sweaty hair away. Rindou helps you to sit up only for you to plop back down and bury yourself in the blankets.

You don't want to move. Your cries don't stop either.

He observes you and feels his heart shattering. It's one of the very few times where he is clueless on what to do, what to say.

He comes up with a plan quick and pulls a wet tissue from the nightstand and wipes your face with it. Your snot, your tears, your ruined makeup . . . He wipes them off one by one patiently.

Your fingers are hooped around his tight and he sits on his knee. You want him to stay and he knows. Rindou really wants to, but he also acknowledges the little figure that's standing by the door to your bedroom.

"Daddy." You pull on his hand with a sniffle when he moves to get himself standing and he bites his lip. Sakiya is holding her bunny while looking at the two of you with wide eyes.

"Is mommy okay?"

He knows Sakiya is hungry, but you need him too.

"Wait a little, baby." Rindou says to his daughter and she nods at his words, standing there and watches her parents with careful eyes -- her father rushes into the bathroom to wet a small towel and wipes her mother's face with it.

She hears him whisper so softly to you.

Rindou noses at your rosy cheeks.

"'M sorry, pretty, I'll be back." He pecks your wobbly lips twice while cupping your face, his actions gentle when holding you. You whimper. "Gotta feed 'Kiya first. I'll be back." He kisses his promise to your lips.

You nod and he hops off the bed before throwing the towel into the laundry bag. If he stays a second longer, he doesn't think he'll ever get moving.

He eyes you one last time before carrying a confused Sakiya up from the ground and into his arms.

"Mommy will be okay. We'll eat first, yeah? Don't worry."

Rindou's heart tears apart into two when he hears your cries grow louder as he closes the door.

I need you.

I know. I'll be back.

And Rindou did, in fact, fulfil his promise.

Because after feeding Sakiya dinner and helping her get cleaned up for the night, he quickly tucks her into bed and goes straight into your bedroom where he sees your pouty figure unclasping your black bra and aiming it to the bathroom.

"Hey." Rindou walks over with a sigh and sits down. You scratch on the skin underneath your breasts with yawn. It's been a long day. He looks at you and notices your red, puffy eyes with the remains of dried up bits of mascara sitting on your eyelashes. His fingers move to pick them away.

"Hi." Your voice cracks when you crawl into his lap. You don't say anything more but listen to his calming heartbeat as you unbutton the top of his dress-shirt, revealing the prettiest tattoo that you have ever seen in your life. Your pointer immediately moves to trace on the black patterns inked into his perfect sun-kissed skin.

Rindou cups his palms on your pantie-clad butt and his dry lips grazes your collarbone. ". . . Wanna talk 'bout it?"

You're silent as you think about the weight of your words.

"I got laid off." Few of his rough, calloused fingers scratches its fingernails up to your itchy bra-indented skin and you sigh at the relief. "Why?"

"They terminated my contract. On a Friday too. Somethin' 'bout the company not needing so many employees right now, so they picked a few 'n terminated us. Effective immediately. They also agreed to pay us a hefty 'mount as compensation, but . . ." You wet his neck again with a trembling pout. "I actually liked my job, baby."

Losing a job is hard. Feeling like you're not needed and appreciated when you enjoy being there is also hard. You think of the risks your family will be facing now that only one parent is bringing in active income and you cry harder.

It's gonna be hard looking for a career now in this economy, in this city. Other than working as a part-timer when you were still in schooling age, office work is all you've ever done. You don't have any prior experiences in other industries.

Until then, you don't want to burden Rindou.

"'Sokay, you worked hard." He kisses your neck and pats your back while rocking your body up and down, back and forth softly. You feel like a baby in his arms. At ease, calm, and peaceful. "You done your best."

"Stay home for now?" He asks.

You nod.

"'M so tired." You blink away the tears. Though not wanting to burden Rindou by staying home, it is all you feel like doing for now. You don't think you have the mental and physical capacity to move anymore. You just want to spend the rest of your days warming up in his embrace and patting your daughter to sleep. "'Don't wanna move."

"Then stay home. You've been working your entire life."

"But I don't want to burden you."

"You won't." He knows the exact thoughts that are running through your mind and is quick to shut them down. "Take a break, nothing wrong wit' 'dat. 'M fine with whatever you wanna do from now on."

Your look at him while he continues whispering subtle words of affirmation in your ear and to your neck where he presses kiss after kiss on the skin; a habit he's picked up ever since Sakiya was born and the little girl will only stop crying after she hears her father's soft 'I love you'.

Tired fingers move to feel the skin on his face. Every growing wrinkle, every acne scar, every permanent memory he's gotten from fighting, you feel them one by one with love and slowly, they finally land on his lips that has triggered you to raise a brow.

"You peelin' your lips again?"

He bites on one of your fingers and you yelp. "Old habits never die, baby."

This man is trying to play it off.

Prepare yourself for it, big guy.

Rindou closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Tsk, I told you to quit it. It's either you stop peelin' on it or you sleep on the couch tonight. Did you even use the lip balm I bought you? My guess is you didn't."

You continue to nag and his mind runs back to last week when he discovered that the same exact balm you mentioned was missing. It was nowhere to be found; his car, the house, his office . . . It was gone. And so he secretly used yours after shower and kissed you on the lips so sweetly that you didn't even realise.

"See, 's all flaky now." Your frown as your finger grazes on it and you physically cringe at the feeling. "Sorry, love." Rindou apologises with a smirk and you grow suspicious, so you inch away only for him to keep you in place. "My lips' been dry all day 'cause they were missin' yours." And he leans in to capture them in his and you smile into the kiss while swatting him away.

"You cheesy old man."

Loud laughter echoes in the bedroom while he carries you in his arms to the bathroom.

No matter ten years, five hundred years, a millennia, eons . . . Rindou's dry, flaky lips will always continue its pathway in searching after yours.

Rindou babies you the entire night. He bathes you, feeds you dinner (vegetable soup, rice and some side dishes), and helps you with your nightly routine -- the anti-aging Shiseido moisturiser you've started using since last year, the drugstore-bought body lotion you absolutely adore, the expensive hair oil Miwa recommended you use . . . He's never missed a single step.

You bury yourself further into his body when he dries your slightly wet hair with a soft towel.

Rindou feels like he's forgetting something.

"When is baby's next appointment with the doctor?" His voice is quiet when he asks.

Just what am I missing?

Your mind runs at his question, "'think it's this Sunday." You grab your phone and check the calendar.

Sakiya has been struggling with sensitive skin lately. It itches and gets flaky and she's always scratching at her cheeks and hands. She has random appointments every few weeks to check in on her condition and the doctor assigns her vitamins or creams depending on how severe it is.

At first you thought it was just the weather that's causing her this issue, but after a trip to the doctor it's revealed that her condition is caused by genetics. You both figure she's followed after Rindou because he used to struggle with sensitive skin when he was younger too.

You remember how Rindou got so guilty when he found out because Sakiya got his condition too and is always doing what he used to do back then -- scratching at the itchy skin until it's red and peeling. It'll leave scars. He knows her feelings which is why he's always taken charge of taking care of her skin.

His eyes flicker to the various Cetaphil and Sebamed products for Sakiya to use and a small container of cream sitting on top of the cupboard next to the dresser.

Oh.

It's crossed his mind today.

"Fuck, I forgot her cream."

You blink. "I'll do it."

You hop off his lap and fix the loose strap of your silk nightgown before grabbing the container off the cupboard and pad to your daughter's room.

You find that she isn't sleeping and instead, playing with her toys with the lamp on her nightstand in a dim setting. Rindou must've taught her that. She's a quick learner, too.

"Mommy," Sakiya calls out softly when you enter and you sit down beside her on the carpet. "Hi, baby."

She immediately crawls into your lap, her toys long forgotten and rests her head on your soft mounds.

To you, it seemed like she was simply resting her head there, but to Sakiya . . .

"Mommy okay?" She starts pushing her left ear to your chest. Then the right one when she doesn't find the thing she wanted. "Let Sakiya hear." You grow confused. "Hmm? What do you want to hear?"

"Sakiya hear if mommy is okay. Sakiya can know."

Tears accumulate in your eyes and you press a kiss to her forehead and brush her soft hair back.

My silly little girl.

"Mommy okay?" She asks again with wide eyes.

You don’t like lying to her.

So you don't.

"Mommy will be okay."

You never lie to Sakiya.

"Soon?" "Soon."

"C'mere." You say and she looks up again with pretty wide eyes. Eyes that look a lot like Rindou's. You spread the cooling cream gently on her dry cheeks and hands, not wanting to trigger the itch. "Did you scratch again?" You check on her skin and she pouts, "itchy."

"Mommy told you not to scratch." "Itchy." She repeats and you pinch her nose. She giggles at it.

You observe your baby who's sitting quietly in your lap, hugging her favourite bunny and blinking at you.

Raising Sakiya as first-time parents was hard, especially when she was still a newborn. You remember how she was crying all the time and Rindou and you didn't know what was the issue. Slowly, by time, as Sakiya grew up, she learnt how to regulate her emotions better through your patient teachings and is always a quiet, well-behaved girl when in public. She latches on to her father when you're not around and speaks in short little sentences when needed.

When you're done, you cup her chubby cheeks gently and smile when she looks up at you with those pretty, purple eyes. Her red, pouty lips shimmer under the nightlight and you peck her there.

"You look more and more like your daddy every day." You say that with another kiss to her soft, soft cheeks. You don't mind that some of the cream are getting on your lips, all you care about is showing your affection to your daughter who is happily drowning in it. You hold her hand and kiss her palm, her fingers, and she grins brightly.

"Really?" "Yeah. Look at your eyes. You're daddy's girl, aren't you?"

"I'm mommy's girl too." Sakiya babbles in her sweet voice and you pull her close to sniff on her scent. You don't think you'll ever get tired of smelling her. There's a certain smell to babies that is so, so endearing, you're sure every mother in the world agrees with you. Though faint, it is still there, and it is proof to you that this is your baby.

"Of course you are. You're my baby."

"I'm mommy's baby."

Rindou is busy fighting back his own tears while listening in on the two of you by the door. Neither of you notice he is there and he doesn't make his presence known. He continues to observe the two of you whispering little words to each other with a warm heart and soft smile.

He doesn't want this moment to end and prays to Heavens that he'll carry on this memory forever.

When you return to bed after tucking Sakiya in, Rindou is already getting comfortable and waiting for you. "She's asleep?"

"Yup, went to Dodo-land like the speed of light." You mimic her use of words with a little laugh before hopping into bed and into his arms. "Won't be wakin' up anytime soon, I think."

"Daddy, I think I want Dodo-land now." Sakiya mumbles with droopy eyes and he stifles a laugh before carrying her to bed.

"Who the hell taught her that?" Rindou laughs when he returns and sits down on the couch beside you with the TV playing. You shake your head with a chuckle, "dunno. But my bet is on Miwa."

(He never tells you but you just know it is his daughter's use of the term 'Dodo-land' that has sparked his interest in the dodo bird emoji which he now frequently uses in text. Also, Miwa did in fact teach your daughter the term 'Dodo-land.' But Rindou accused Ran when over at his house and got a smack to his head when he jokingly confronted Ran about it.)

Your dress sways with you when you move around to get comfortable in bed.

Rindou immediately wraps his long limbs around your body and travel a sneaky hand up under your nightgown to grip on your thigh, then your ass and he lands a slap on the fat.

"Tsk, 's cold, don't." You shiver when the cold air hits your skin and he pinches your ass. "No worries. I'll get you warm real quick." He smirks, nosing at your cheeks.

"We've got the whole night, don't we?"

The pretty nightgown you're wearing is one he chose for you on a shopping date. You were looking to buy for something comfortable to sleep in until he held the silk in front of you, hanging from his hands. "Try." And he immediately told the sales lady to wrap it up for you after you came out of the fitting room looking like an absolute Greek goddess.

You know it drives him nuts to see you in it every time. And you like using it to your advantage.

You bite your lip with lustful eyes staring at up his that mirrors your gaze.

It's been a while since the two of you have shared any form of intimacy (other than kissing and hugging), with work taking up most your time, and having Sakiya around and more intelligent now harbours a very risky risk. Every time the two of you are about to get it on, Sakiya will be knocking on the door asking for either her father or you.

". . . My kid's a cockblocker." He grumbles one night when you both got interrupted again because Sakiya couldn't open the door to her toilet. He comes back moody and his dick soft. "Don't say that, Rin!" Though mean, you can't help but laugh loudly at his statement.

It's been a while, and he knows. Which is why he isn't rushing into it despite your constant sleepy whines and babbles of him hurrying it up.

He kisses your pout away, "patience, baby."

There's a teasing smirk plastered on his lips and you feel his thumb rub around slowly on your pussy, spreading the growing slick everywhere before pushing it up to your clit.

You moan loudly when he gently presses down on the sensitive, sticky nub. The littlest frictions and touches can send you straight into heaven and it makes you blush.

You haven't felt like this in a while.

"Rin . . ." You reach down and attempt move his hand, to make him do something more -- anything. Anything for him to pull down his joggers and fuck you already.

"I know, baby. I gotta prep you first."

He admires the stretch marks and scars on your lower abdomen from when you had Sakiya. He thinks it's so, so pretty and he tells you just that. You blush, face growing even redder when he kisses on the skin before he sinks down to face your pussy and wraps his arms under your thigh, pulling and adjusting your body before swiftly diving in to make out with your cunt.

Rindou hums and groans and moans as he gives little kitten licks, shoves his tongue in your hole and tastes your sweet nectar in his mouth and he cums in his pants when you tug on his hair and mewl his name as you reach your euphoric high.

Your husband kisses you to sleep after three mind-blowing orgasms later.

It's a Saturday noon when Rindou returns back from Baa-chan's after sending Sakiya over for the day. Taku-chan -- Baa-chan's grandson and Sakiya's playmate since they were babies -- is over as well and she immediately lightens up when she spots the boy drinking a glass of milk in the kitchen. "Taku-chan!" "Hi!"

You have just woken up from a nap and he could tell it's one of the best based on the sleep marks indented on the side of your face and neck.

"Hey." He plops down on his left side beside you with a hand massaging your back, waiting for you to wake up slowly.

He moves his hand down and taps beats on your ass and it jiggles with each pat. He squeezes one into his hand and you smirk tiredly, “‘sup, big guy?”

Your voice after waking up is always so sexy. Rindou finds himself growing hot when he sees your half-lidded eyes peering up at him through your lashes. It's not the first time yet it makes his palms clammy and breath stuttering.

He feels like a teenage boy again.

"Sakiya's next door. Taku-chan is over too." He clears his throat while taking a quick peep at your soft lips. "So?"

"Whole day free." He flashes you a boxy smile that always makes you laugh and you chuckle into the pillow. "Okay."

Rindou helps you regain your senses first before softly tugging you from the bed. You hum confusedly and he nods his head to the window.

"Weather's nice. Let's go out."

That afternoon, Rindou heads to the car storage unit he rented somewhere in Akihabara and drives out his adored GTR he used to flaunt around when he was younger. You sit in the passenger -- your seat, or your throne, as Ran liked to call it -- as he drives you both over to Ginza for shopping the whole day.

Rindou buys you whatever you touch and feel and smile at. You insist you don't need them but in the end you still happily swiped his card and walked out the luxury stores with thick, nice-feeling paper bags worth at least ¥200,000 in them anyway.

You're especially hoarding at the bag of Mikimoto when he offered to help you hold your stuff. "I'll hold this." You dump the heavy bags of Burberry, Issey Miyake and Cartier in his hands and he lets you off with a smirk. You simply rush off to the next store with a blush.

It's dinner time when you pouted at him that you were hungry after a whole day of shopping and he doesn't tell you a thing about your next destination despite your very annoying questions until you start to notice the familiar road he's taking and soon, you see the beautiful skyline of the city you have long loved emerge.

You are back in Roppongi.

You admire the scenery you have deemed precious since you were young through the tinted windows and he observes you from the corner of his eyes. "It's changed a lot here." You murmur and he hums. You haven't been back here in ages.

The growing buildings and skyscrapers, the pretty night neon lights flashing brightly and you see so many people having the time of their lives.

It makes you feel so nostalgic.

When Rindou parked his car at a familiar sidewalk, you hurriedly exit the car and slam the heavy door shut before running over to the busy man who is still there after all these years.

"Taka-jii!"

A man in his early 60s looks up from the pot of stew he's cooking with wide eyes when he hears a mature yet so familiar feminine voice yelling at his nickname. A nickname he hasn't heard since a very long, long time ago.

Everyone else simply calls him Takabe or Ji-chan. And only one person ever calls him that.

He immediately grins when your coat-covered body waddles over to him with a bright smile.

"Taka-jii, I'm here!"

Takabe-san, or Taka-jii as you liked to call him, is the old man who runs the night ramen stall you and Rindou both frequented when you were still teenagers. Takabe-san was younger back then, of course.

"いらしゃいませ！How long has it been, you two?"

"Six years, I suppose." Rindou answers while you're busy snooping around beside Takabe-san behind the stall and grabbing at a lone fresh stick of dango the moment you land your eyes on it. Takabe-san lets you. You've been doing this since you were young and he grins at the flashing memory.

"You wanna know something, girl?" You raise both brows at him while munching on the matcha flavoured one. "I stopped selling dango a few years ago, but something in my head said to sell just one today. I have just made this and you came. Guess this is my answer as to why." He pats your head like a child and you grin.

"It's my daughter's favourite too."

"Good Lord, and you have a kid now? You never told me that!" His eyes flicker to your husband who is smiling brightly while busy searching for a photo of your daughter on his phone to show the man.

You and Rindou spend hours catching up with Takabe-san and finally, when it's time to leave, you hug the man like he is your father. "Food's on me, kiddos." You sniffle at the nickname and he laughs airily with a warm arm around your shoulder. "Go on! Don't cry. Jii-chan will always be here when you guys come, now that's a promise from me, alright?"

You two leave with warm hearts.

It's late into the night when Rindou drives you to the spot in Roppongi. Not much people knows about this place other than the two of you, Ran and Miwa, and a few of their other friends.

This spot gives the viewers a very wide scenery of Roppongi and nothing leaves their sight. The Tokyo Tower shines brightly in the night and you sigh happily while leaning your head on Rindou's shoulder.

This place has so many memories. It is the place that you and Rindou first met back in 1999 (both of you 11; he had nothing to do, and you were running away from home), the spot he takes you to whenever you have time to spare, and also the very place he asked you to be his wife.

You run through your memories one by one until Rindou breaks the silence.

"What was it that I told you the day I decided I wanted you together with me, for life?"

He's referring to the time he proposed to you.

Just a simple work night sitting on the hood of his previous Mazda, both of you still clad in your professional clothes with you in between his lap rambling about a bad day at work and he decides to shut you up with a very pretty ring to your finger that you have never once taken off since.

You cried like a baby the entire night.

"Hmm, dunno. What did you tell me?" You trace along the ink on his forearm with a teasing voice. You remember exactly what it was. You just want to play with him a little while longer.

"You tell me." He intertwines his fingers with yours.

"You said you'll take care of me forever. You want me for life. And you'll be always here when-" "-you need someone to depend on. I am yours. Please trust me. I love you."

Rindou kisses your crown.

"And that's exactly what I'm doing now, no?"

You nod. The waterworks come next.

"Crying again?" He teases and you bite his forearm with a sniffle. It doesn't even hurt because your lips are trembling. "You're a crybaby, mama. Sakiya gets your attitude, you know that?"

It's okay. I'll be here to wipe your tears away then.

"Asshole. Stop making me cry." You blink away the tears and he cups your face in his palms. Two thumbs move to swipe them away and he coos gently.

"Depend on me." Rindou noses at your chin softly, "I'm here." and lands a peck on your jawline.

"Okay."

And you spend what feels like an eternity kissing him. You hear fireworks going off somewhere in the city but neither of you break the kiss to look up at it. You chose to relish in the euphoric moment and neither of you regret it one bit.

"We'll be fine."

You hear it and smile.

When it ends, you both start whispering. Whispering like two little children who are sharing secrets. You whisper to him things like the past events that has happened at this exact spot so many years ago. Rindou whispers back his hidden motives when he lured you here one day in the middle of the night with an excuse saying he has something to give you when really, all he wanted was to just see your pretty face.

And he did give you something, though. A very shiny and expensive necklace that he won't tell you how he got while he clips it around your neck. It still hangs on the jewellery stand sitting on your dresser to this day.

(Rindou bought it by saving up cash from doing gigs at random clubs in Roppongi over the course of three months. The necklace was so expensive even Ran wouldn't buy it for himself. But Rindou did, for you.)

"It's our anniversary soon."

"Yeah." He thinks about the three two-way tickets to Taoyuan Airport stored in a folder neatly and hidden in the drawer of his desk with a lock.

"What are we doing this year?"

This year. The most recent year out of 20. That's how long you've been together. 7 years of marriage and 13 years of relationship.

You're never too old to love.

God, how Tokyo Manji Gang's Haitani Rindou have dreamt of a life like this. If you were to tell his younger self that in 15 years or so, he'll be holding his wife in bed every night with a daughter asleep next door at home, he'd laugh in your face and call you a fool.

"It's a secret."

"Oooooh, you have sum' planned, don'tcha?" Your accent slips and he laughs when you pinch his cheeks, "sneaky guy. What is it?" He pats your thighs.

"'Said it's a secret." "Okay. So what is it?"

He clicks his tongue. "You're so annoying." He tickles you subtly and you flinch away from his hands, though your arms don't let go of his neck. "You're annoying for not telling me."

"It's a secret! How can I tell you now?" He frowns while gripping your waist. "You can tell me! 'M not gon' do anythin' 'bout it."

"Then das' no surprise anymore."

Your teenage boy is back. The stupid boy who can't lie or keep secrets to save his life.

". . . A surprise, huh?"

You mind player.

". . . 'M not gon' speak anymore."

"Baby!"

At just a short distance away is another pair of visibly young couple sitting on the hood of the guy's modified Honda Civic. They both gape with amused and longing eyes at the married couple's banter while sipping on some cheap Lawson beer.

"Will we get to have this, Chishiya-kun?" The girl tugs on her boyfriend's jacket.

"You want it?" He asks.

"Yeah, I want it." She answers.

"I'll give it to you." He kisses her hand.

Though faint, you heard them two loud and clear.

And it reminded you of the conversation you had with Rindou at their same exact spot 17 years ago, both of you in your highschool uniforms at the ripe age of 18 sitting on the hood of Rindou's GTR with so much love to give and ready hearts to explore the world together.

"I really like you, Rindou."

"You told me that 3 years ago."

"And I really want to be with you. Forever."

He says nothing but puts down his can of beer at the side and slips out one of his many rings. But when you look closer, you realise it is the ring his mother gave him when he was a baby. Ran has one, too, but the design is different.

And he looks at it a little, admiring it before he slips it on to your fourth finger with a blush. The ring looks prettier on you than it is on him.

There wasn't any hesitation in his actions.

"Okay. Wait for me. I'll make more money and get a proper ring. Til' then, wait for me, babe."

Rindou speeds over to Musashi Shrine at 8pm after a curt notice with the engine of his GTR echoing through the night. The people gathered there are instantly aware of his arrival and makes way as he holds your hand tight and walks up to a confused Mikey, an awkward Takemichi, a quiet Draken and a shocked Chifuyu.

Though aware that Rindou is not available for grabs and has a girlfriend on the down-low, none of them have ever met you before and you shy away under their serious gazes. You see the girl you recognise as Kawaragi Senju gape at your figure. "She's so pretty." You hear her mumble to a smiley Tachibana Hinata with Sano Emma beside them grinning. You instantly blush and Shiba Yuzuha not so discreetly snaps a quick photo of you and Rindou.

Ran is equally as confused as Mikey because he doesn't know what Rindou is doing. You shake your head at him, mouthing the words "I don't fuckin' know." and Izana and Shion laughs, "What's this lil' shit up to now?"

Haitani Rindou of the Eighth Division quit Tokyo Manji Gang on the very same day.

And today, both of you at 35 with a daughter at home together, hugs and sways each other under the bright moonlight as you whisper your affection to one another.

Only dear Heavens would know how much the two of you love and mean to each other.

It makes him angry sometimes that people underestimate him when it comes to you, but you're always there to sooth it away with a soft voice.

"It's okay. It's nice when it's something only we both know. It's just us."

You hug Rindou like he is the force that holds all the atoms in you together.

Without him you'd crumble to nothing.

"I love you."

Rindou hugs you like you're the very last thing he has in the world.

He'll never let you go.

"I love you too."

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21 . . . alfons main story — blind love

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— cw: wound aggravation and general medical talk.

With the help of Roger and the others, who came running, Alfons was carried back to Crown castle——

And there, Roger started an emergency operation.

That night, which felt extremely long to the point one second felt more like one hour, finally started to melt into the dim morning...

And that was around the time footsteps coming up the staircase resounded to the tall ceiling.

Seeing Roger come out from the basement, I ran to him in haste.

Kate: ...How is Alfons?

Roger: I did what I could.

R: Fortunately, I managed to suture the most vital blood vessels where the bullet penetrated.

Liam: Wait, that’s possible?

Roger: Just as the skin and intestines can, the same goes for blood vessels.

R: ...That said, it’s thanks to the many years of research my father, who’s a town doctor, had put into this.

R: Afterward... I used Elbie’s blood for a blood transfusion, so all we can do now is pray that his blood is compatible.

Kate: Blood transfusion...?

It was the first I heard of many words Roger had used, so it was a bit difficult to understand.

Roger: It’s a method of receiving blood from others, to make up for what was lost.

R: But the rate of success in clinical trials is low, and it’s a risky method.

(It’s risky... then, when he said the only thing we could do is pray his blood is compatible...)

Kate: What would happen, then, if the blood isn’t compatible?

Roger: In the worst case... he dies.

Kate: ——!

Roger: ...But, if we didn’t do it, then Al would have definitely died during the night.

He said that when that much blood was lost, to an extent, surgery and blood transfusions were a gamble.

Roger: Whenever I had the chance, I would draw the blood of Cursed ones here and did some experiments,

R: and from what I observed till now, Elbie’s blood shared the most reactions with Al’s.

R: So that’s why, we bet on him being able to adapt. Sorry about that, Kate, for not explaining to you earlier.

Kate: ...No, it’s fine. I know you were doing what you could.

(Since Roger had been researching the Cursed ones’ abilities for a long time, he was able to dive right into the surgery.)

Kate: So thank you very much. ...I’ll also believe for the best and wait.

Roger: ...Sounds good.

R: If he keeps a pretty lady like you waiting and doesn’t wake up, that would make full-on make him the idiot of the century.

Ever since then, the flow of time seemed more vague.

I could hardly bear even a second away from Alfons’ side as he remained unconscious...

And the only times I left the basement were to eat and take a shower. Other than that, I would spend all my time by his side, where he slept on the bed,

as I was scared that, were I to take my eyes off him, he would suddenly disappear.

(...ngh... h-huh...? Oh no, I fell asleep—)

I was supposed to pass the time at his bedside once again today, praying for the best,

But it seemed that at some point, I fell asleep atop the sheets.

(How is Alfons...)

I propped my body up with a start to check on the sleeping face that had been like that every day for the past few days.

(——W-wait, huh...?)

Kate: ...No way...

For a moment, I couldn’t grasp reality, and my mind went blank.

Alfons’ complexion was far off from a normal sleeping person’s.

It was so pale, it looked as though no blood flowed through there at all.

His lips had also lost all their colors, and they were chapped.

Kate: A-Al... Alfons...?

In a panic, I leaned over him on the bed.

Albeit faint, the movement of his chest even after he had lost consciousness now did not move an inch.

Kate: No... I don’t want this... please, no...

The tears I had always dearly tried to hold back overflowed then, and on an instinct, I held tightly onto his chest.

I held onto a faint thread of hope as I tried to strain my ear for any signs, but I could not hear even a single sign of his heartbeat.

The sweet fragrance Alfons gave off softly wrapped itself around me.

(Not yet... please...)

(I don’t want to ever forget that this scent was your——)

Kate: ...?

When I thought this, the fool called I finally realized something was off.

(Hm...?)

—— Flashback ——

(“To die without leaving his mark on anyone’s memories”——such was Alfons’ tragic fate.)

(When Alfons dies... at that moment...)

(The members of Crown, the friends Alfons would play with, the people in the slums, me, anyone and everyone...)

(...will all end up forgetting about him.)

His name, what he looked like, the scent he gave off... and the fact he even existed in this world altogether.

—— End flashback ——

(Alfons... he looks deceased... but——)

Kate: I... I still——haven’t forgotten... about you...

The moment those words came out in a whisper——

???: ...Dear me, it would seem you’ve come to your senses more quickly than I anticipated.

???: Were it that I could witness more of your grieving and crying... truly, a shame.

Kate: ...——!!

At the voice I’ve grown more than familiar with, blood rushed through my entire body as I stood up with a start.

There, with a smile filled to the brim with genuine mirth was——

Alfons: Well, how was it? My acting as a dead person, that is.

[1] The worst! (+4 / +4)

[2] You’re so mean.

[3] You fiend!

Kate: The worst! The absolute, utter... worst... hic...

Alfons: Well, as I am sure you are more than well aware by now, I am indeed the worst.

A: But even so, you fell in love with me, even for that, did you not?

I wanted nothing more than to give him a slap, if not for the fact that even more tears spilled, so I couldn’t see what was in front of me.

Tears continued to spill one after the other, each teardrop staining Alfons’ shirt more.

Kate: The worst... of the worst... ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐!

Alfons: Ouch——won’t you go a tad easier on me, the wounds are stitched there... ow, ow, ow...

I weakly hit his chest with my hand, and while laughing, he slowly sat up.

Kate: Just why... would you do such a thing...

Alfons: .........That is a very good question. Why did I indeed?

A: Say, have you ever thought that there is no bigger mystery to ourselves than our own heart?

Kate: Wh—stop dodging the question! Because I won’t forgive you until you give me an answer!

Alfons: Alright, alright, I understand. You can stop hitting my chest over and over now, yes? I can feel it even with the strength of a kitten.

When I did as he asked, he stroked his fingers gently through my hair, which hung from the nape of my neck, before he let it flow to my shoulders.

Alfons: ...When I awoke, I saw you, face down asleep on the bed,

A: and seeing the back of your neck out so defenseless like that... an impulse tickled me silly, you see.

Kate: Isn’t that a bit too mean for something that was supposed to ‘tickle you silly’ though...!

(Even if you thought about such a thing for a moment, you wouldn’t actually do it!)

(...Under normal circumstances, that is.)

Realizing that the words he said were far from the ones I’d normally hear, I glared at him through teary eyes.

Alfons: My, cut me some slack, why don’t you. Can’t you think of this as my revenge for having lost the bet and let it go?

A: You will become my plaything for life, won’t you?

(T-this man, I swear...)

He was frustrating, infuriating, and annoying to boot.

But——more than that, he filled my heart to the brim with happiness, and...

Kate: That goes without saying...!

I was a mess of tears as I hugged Alfons——

Alfons: ...Hehe, have you the heart to forgive me now then?

(His body, and his life... they are still here in my arms...)

(And the fact Alfons still has a place in my mind too——I’m so happy...)

Kate: ...If you promise me that you’ll take responsibility to the end,

K: and tear my life to bits and pieces, then I’ll forgive you...

Alfons: Ahha! What’s with that condition?

Kate: I don’t know either...

Up until now, the depths of my heart was in despair, but now I felt the happiest I’d been in my life, my heart a mess.

(But, despair, happiness, and everything else——)

(If these scars can be left on this body as memories of Alfons... I want to accept them all.)

(I want all of what’s inside me to be filled with the scars he leaves.)

From now on, and for as long as possible, forevermore.

Alfons: However foolish you may be, I am just as much so.

A: Well, if you say so, it cannot be helped.

A: I will make a mess out of your life, and fill your body with wounds so deep, they can never disappear again.

A: By all means, let me be the one to drive you to insanity… and make you regret it all.

Alfons murmurations sweetly melted.

Kate: Please do...

It was the worst confession of love——but that very one brought me to the peak of happiness.

While seeming fed up with my tears that kept falling, he wiped them with his bare fingers.

Alfons: ...Goodness, to think such awful words could render you a puddle of happy tears...

A: I am more than sure, even if I were to scour the entire world, you would be the only one.

To feel his warmth made me so happy, I rubbed my cheek on his palm.

(I want us to touch each other more... but.)

(First things first, I should have Roger check up on him.)

Kate: ...Wait here a moment, I’ll go get Roger!

Alfons: I would rather do quite literally anything else other than see that man’s face the moment I wake up, thank you very much.

Kate: And now’s not the time for that.

Alfons: Indeed, more than that, since we have decided on loving each other to the fullest now,

A: how about we do pleasurable things?

Kate: W-what in the world are you...!?

Those naughty hands slipped from my back to my waist——

And my body, long used to the pleasure, reacted on its own.

(Wait, I can’t get carried away...)

Kate: N-no, we can’t.

Alfons: But why? And here I thought you no longer needed anything else to blame.

Kate: It’s not that...

K: I-I also want to do it... feeling good with you, that is. ...But——

K: While I no longer need an excuse to do it... I do have a reason not to, so we can’t.

Alfons narrowed his eyes at that, seemingly interested.

Alfons: And what might that reason be, if I may ask?

Kate: Of course, what else could it be but because I hold you dear?

He widened his eyes in response, blinking two or three times.

Kate: You’ve lost a lot of blood, and you just had a big surgery done on you, and you were asleep for some days too.

K: So, until I know for sure that you are alright after being properly examined,

K: Those kinds of things are off limits, for both you... and me.

Alfons’ eyes widened as though he had just been told something ridiculous, before he started giggling.

Kate: W-what is it?

Alfons: Oh, sorry, it’s just... I was just wholeheartedly admiring you for how direct you show your love...

Kate: ...Are you sure you don’t mean ‘making fun’ of me?

Alfons: Aha, out of the box so soon?

As always, my feelings were being played by him like a toy.

(But even so, that’s alright... in the end, that’s what I always think.)

(And somehow... that makes me a bit frustrated...)

At least in a show of resistance, I turned my face away.

Alfons: ...Hehe, are you sulking, by any chance?

Kate: Hardly. Are you sure you’re not being too self-conscious?

Alfons: Goodness, to say such a thing to your lover, my heart might break.

Kate: !? What’s with that, suddenly calling me your lover and whatnot...

Alfons: Why, is this not what a relationship of loving each other to the fullest is called?

(Me, and Alfons...)

Just that one word made me feel as though all my frustrations would be pulled out of me, but I remained obstinate as I kept my head turned away.

Alfons: Are you not taken by it? Now that’s quite a sad thought.

Kate: No, it’s not that! It’s just, now’s not the time to be talking about this...

The body that had wrapped its arms around him was now in his, leaving me with no escape.

Kate: L-let go of me, or I won’t be able to get Roger...

Alfons: Absolutely not. ...Turn toward me, won’t you, Kate?

to be continued…

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[northsoulss]

warmth from the moon and sun

pairing : ronal x tonowari x gn!reader

inspired by this! -> (a massive thank you to this author btw i got inspired to write again after reading this)

content warnings : mainly fluff, slightly suggestive in one of the last paragraphs, no use of y/n (replaced with “___” instead), brief descriptions of the reader’s body but nothing to obvious to suggest anything from it.

synopsis : tonowari is the sun, ronal the moon. that leaves you to be the ocean’s tides, pulled by the moon, warmed by the sun, providing life and love to all those who allow it.

a/n : this is my first fic for ATWOW so i hope its okay </3 - also, please let me know if i missed any warnings to this, i’ll be sure to add it!

the morning sun shone through the entrance of your mauri, the brightness casting a pleasant warmth on your face. it was a morning like any other, where you would wake up before both tonowari and ronal, taking some time for yourself before going to attend to your duties. you have learnt to treasure these rare times of momentary peace, hearing the waves crashing outside, hearing the soft snores coming from tonowari and the swallow breaths from ronal.

you sat up looking down at both of your lovers, watching their relaxed features as they continue to sleep. times like this were precious, for you all were important na’vi to the clan and the price of that unfortunately was the lack of quiet moments with just the three of you.

you move over to tuck a strand of hair that has fallen over ronal’s eyes behind her ears, the movement causing her to stir slightly in her sleep. you froze immediately, afraid to disturb tranquility that has settled amongst you all. thankfully, she grumbles something under her breath and turns the other way, soft breaths continuing to fill the air.

tonowari on the other hand is still dead asleep, his snoring proving to you how deep he was in dreamland. sighing and watching fondly, a small smile creeps onto your face seeing him slowly pat the area around him, trying to find where you where. his nose was scrunched up and his eyebrows bunched, a sharp exhale leaving his mouth in frustration finding out that your side was cold. you grasp onto his hand, feeling his fingers wrap around yours instantly. unbeknownst to you, your tail started to thump lightly on the mat they were lying on, causing him to twitch and jolt up.

“___? why is the floor vibrating?” his voice husky and clearly very groggy, his eyes squinted trying to adjust to the morning light. a loud cat-like yawn escapes his mouth, his chapped lips pressed into a thin line expecting an explanation.

“huh? um,” you turn around to find the source only see it was your tail and you immediately slap your hand onto it, trying your best to muffle a bit of the sound.

“sorry,” you say sheepishly, smoothening the loose hairs that framed his face. he stares at you with a half-lidded gaze, looking like he’s contemplating between falling back asleep or pulling you down with him. he ends up doing the latter, causing a small squeak to escape from your lips. he wraps his forearms around your waist, careful to not bump into ronal in fear of disturbing her.

nevertheless, your plans to let ronal sleep for a while more were foiled when you heard a low groan beside you. well, so much for trying not to wake her up.

“i was wondering why there was so much shuffling and noises, but i see that you two are the culprits here.” her hair was a dishevelled mess, with a bit of dried up drool on the corner of her mouth — it took every ounce of control in you to not laugh at how adorable she looks. she points a finger at you and tonowari, a pointed gaze lingering on her scrunched up face.

“r-ronal, yawne. (beloved) forgive me for i have awoken the tsahik from her slumber. i shall not do it again.” you say with a barely concealed laugh, even going so far as to clasp your hands together in a praying motion as if to beg for forgiveness.

she looked at you with pure disdain in her eyes, and yet the corners of her lips curled up slowly. “well, apology not accepted.” she proceeds to poke your sides, turning you into a laughing mess. in the midst of trying to catch your breath again, you do not see the fondness in their eyes, the warm smiles that spread on their lips that are only reserved for times like this.

“h-hey! that’s not very fair.” you gasp out, a giggle escaping your lips still feeling her phantom touch to your sides.

“you woke me up. of course it is fair.” ronal immediately counters, leaving you with no words to say, only wide eyes and lowered ears.

watching this whole interaction, tonowari chuckles watching the banter between his two mates, his tail reaching over to rest on ronal’s lower back while his hands remain on the dips on your waist.

“enough you two, is this how village leaders behave?” he throws a side-eye at you two and shakes his head, another small laugh escaping his lips. this was usually how it goes, you and ronal would “argue”, and tonowari would be the mediator, though he wasn’t the best at it (he’s actually wonderful at mediating when the time calls for it, but for his mates, he loves to be playful), usually only adding fuel to the growing fire.

“oh shush, you were the one who dragged me down first.” you smack his chest lightly, earning a small “ow” and a scandalised look from him. ronal looks at you at nods her head approvingly, leaning over to caress your face gently. taking her hand, you press feather-light kisses to her palm, leading up to each one of her fingers, before finally giving her a big kiss on the back of her hand.

times like this made you wish you led a simpler life, with no pressing troubles to deal with, only having to worry if the mats and baskets of your shared home have started to fray. however, your train of thought was soon interrupted by tonowari clearing his throat, a slight frown plastered on his lips.

you only smiled at him for wanting attention as well, giving him lingering kisses on either side on his temples and one on the bridge of his nose. you hear him release a content sigh, and your smile becomes wider, seeing his eyes closed in bliss. “there! does that satisfy you, tìyawn?” (love)

“hmmm, not quite.” he then opens his eyes again, full of mirth and pretends to think before his lips meet yours, his touch sweet like honey. then he moves further down your jaw before you can get more, slowly making his way across the expanse of your neck. just as you were about to try and recover from his kiss, ronal’s lips now meet yours as tonowari’s still remain lovingly on your neck, sucking lightly at the delicate skin. he nuzzles into your neck and smiles against your skin, feeling goosebumps arise quickly. ronal’s lips move slowly against yours, a quiet whine escaping your throat in pleasure as she lets her fangs drag across your lower lip.

when she finally breaks away, she is satisfied with your dazed look and your swollen lips. she then gives you one final peck on the lips and to your hairline. her hands move to cup your face, causing you to lean into her slightly calloused hands. though one may wish for their lover to have soft hands, ronal’s was that of a tsahik’s, a reminder that she is so incredibly strong, and so loving at the same time. tonowari’s was no different, his calloused as well from the duties of a olo'eyktan, evidence of a gentle but firm lover.

tonowari removes himself from your neck, before sealing a kiss to ronal’s lips, one hand on the curve of your hips while the other resting on her cheek. when they pull apart, he presses wet kisses on her cheeks, laughter spilling out of her mouth at the ticklish feeling. her eyes curve up like crescents during eclipse, twinkling like the constellations in the sky.

you stare at them awestruck and full of admiration, and you could have sworn you felt butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach even after all these years of being mated. watching them laugh and connect foreheads made you fall in love all over again, seeing tonowari’s crinkled eyes as he grins at ronal, an amused look remaining on her face as she looks at him, before looking at you.

the morning passed in a flash with you and your mates lying with each other, basking in the warmth of your bodies pressed together, and the distant sounds of the village and ocean merging into one.

© northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved

[henrywintersdearestgirl]

what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)Part 68

(I suggest you check out parts 1-67 if you haven’t already, also my ao3 and wattpad for the chapters more organised)

Vinny began to stir awake mumbling incoherent words as he did. As his eyes fluttered opened he stared out the window, it looked late maybe 11pm or something. Why was he up? How did he get to bed? Where’d Deity do? When did he sleep? Questions ran through his mind, but it faded when he realised how fucking thirsty he was.

The cameraman sat up in bed and brought his arm up to rub his eye, but as he did so he realised he had the cast on. “Forgot about that…” he spoke to himself before stretching and getting out of bed. Maybe he could find a servant and ask for water, he put his shoes on and left his room, the door clicking as it was shut.

The halls were lightly dimmed and isolated, just the faint burning of some candles and the wind blowing outside. Vinny began walking down the hallways, dehydration continued to catch up to him as he licked his chapped lips. As he continued walking he began admiring the paintings on the walls unaware of what was in front of him.

He let out a grunt as he bumped into something, more someone. “Sorry…” Vinny apologised as he realised he bumped into someone, his gaze going up as he went to look at the person, Shancai? Why was he up? The prince looked down at Vinny, he was still wearing his full suit of armour and had his spear out.

“Why are you up?” Shancai questioned the cameraman who was just as confused as he was.

“Uh r-right, I’m thirsty…was trying to find some water…” Vinny replied awkwardly as he balanced on his heels, “What about you…?” He added, he wanted an answer, but didn’t make it seem too forceful.

“Just returned from patrol as well as my room being this way…and as for your thirst I can guide you” Shancai replied.

“Thank you” Vinny spoke with full joy, “Patrol? It’s late, are you usually gone this long?” He questioned, as he began following the prince who walked down the hallways.

“Depends…I usually have shorter patrols, but when I found you all it cut it short…and since you mentioned Enji, I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to attack the kingdom! Shancai answered as he closed his hand tightly on his spear and it disappeared.

“R-right…guess that makes sense, how does your spear…do that?” Vinny questioned once more as he pointed to the princes’ now gone spear.

“Enchanted…my mother said it belonged to my father” Shancai answered, “Unlike my sister, I’m no elemental and unlike my mother I’ve never taken interest in learning magic” he added, Vinny nodded in understanding.

“Did Willow come to find you?” The cameraman questioned.

“Yes…did my mother tell you?” Shancai sighed.

“Sort of…Willow took me to your mother and she just told her to find you” Vinny replied, receiving a nod from the prince.

“Did you and my mother speak? She helped your arm, correct?” Shancai questioned as he went down a shorter hallway into a larger room which seemed to be a large kitchen.

“Yea…we spoke for a while, she’s really nice…” Vinny answered as he watched Shancai grab a glass cup from the cupboard, “I think I fell asleep there and she took me to bed” he added.

“Any reason you slept?” Shancai questioned as he filled the glass cup from a tap, more specifically a filter.

“I opened up a bit…must’ve started crying…” The cameraman sighed as he gave the prince a small smile as he was handed the cup of water.

“Your friends are elementals, correct?” Shancai asked, receiving a nod from Vinny, “Are you not one?” He added.

“Thankfully no…I would never be able to handle that…” the cameraman confessed as he drank the water quickly.

“Then you and I are alike…” Shancai spoke.

“Not really…you seem like really fucking good at fighting and really brave” Vinny replied awkwardly as he filled up his glass again after Shancai allowed him.

“Skills don’t determine one’s alikeness” the prince spoke, “You’re brave for putting yourself in the frontline of death with Enji” he added, that’s what Vinny constantly heard…but it sounded different from everyone…Shancai’s was a praise, Willow’s was a comfort and Deity was lovingly, he loved it all though…

“It’s…just what I need to do…” Vinny sighed.

“You’re in a relationship with one of the, correct?” The prince asked.

“Willow told you?” Vinny chuckled, Shancai nodded, “Your mother asked me the exact same thing…and I’ll give you the same answer, yes I am…the last one that was with me” The cameraman added, pain constantly tainted with his voice.

“I’m not one well with relationships…he worries for you?” The prince asked as he grabbed a spare metal bottle and filled it up from the filter.

“Yea…so does everyone…” Vinny answered, he’s had this conversation like two other times with Willow and Deity.

Shancai just nodded as he closed the metal bottle and handed it to Vinny, he didn’t seem to press on with questions. “Best we off to bed?” The prince spoke, receding a nod from Vinny as he took the bottle.

The two silently walked back to their rooms, before they stopped at the doors. Vinny was relieved they were right next to each other and that Willow was there as well. “You are aware the closest contains clothes?” Shancai questioned as he pointed to Vinnys’ messed up hair and clothes.

“T-they do?” The cameraman spoke, clearly surprised.

“Yes…go have a shower, I can bring you something to cover your cast” Shancai answered.

“Ohhhh thank you thank you” Vinny repeated, “You’re the best…” he added, he was really grateful, Shancai seemed surprised by the comments.

“It’s…no problem…” the prince spoke awkwardly, he didn’t seem used to to praise, but he quickly went in his room and grabbed a plastic bag of some sorts and came back out. “Would you like help putting it on?” He questioned, Vinny nodded happily and Shancai quickly put it on.

“Thank you…” The cameraman sighed once more before going in his room.

“I’ll most likely be awake once you finish, you may come see me if you need anything” Shancai spoke before walking into his room, Vinny waved bye and closed his bedroom door.

He stated towards the closet and opened it, there were different types of clothes, more modest ones for going out, cozy ones and then there were silk pajamas that looked so fucking comfy. Vinny had never worn silk before so when he felt it he immediately was gonna wear it.

As he entered the bathroom he was jaw dropped, it was huge. A large bath and a sheer with a rainfall shower head and a normal one. What else did he expect? It was a kingdom after all. He stripped, making sure to take the dagger out of his pocket and put it on the sink. He then spent the next 5 minutes debating if he should bathe or shower…the bath seemed so fucking comfy….

“Screw it…” Vinny chuckled to himself before turning on the bathtub. He was gonna spoil himself he fucking deserved it, anyone that disagrees is an ass. As the tub slowly filled up, Vinny stared at the different bath salts and oils. When was the next time he was gonna get an opportunity like this? He read the instructions of how much to use of the lavender oil and bath salts and put it in.

He got into the bath and almost let out a soft moan at how relaxing it was. If he ever done this again it probably wouldn’t feel the same…cause hopefully he wouldn’t have fallen out of the sky, had a broken arm, and was being haunted by some man.

Vinny made sure to keep his broken arm out of the water, it was a shame he would’ve loved to have his whole body in the water, but beggars can’t be choosers. He cameraman shut his eyes and inhaled the soft comforting scent of lavender.

He jolted up by knocking against the door, his eyes were droopy, did he fall asleep? “Who is it?!” Vinny called out.

“Shancai…wanted to make sure you didn’t drown” the prince spoke from the other side of the door.

“I’m fine! Thanks for checking!” The cameraman called out.

“May I come in?” Shancai requested, Vinny was weirded out by this request, but sighed.

“Uhh…sure?” The cameraman answered awkwardly as he sat up properly and closed his legs

The door opened and there Shancai stood…he definitely showered as well, he was wearing dark emerald green silk shorts and button shirt. Vinny noticed how much of his vitiligo trailed across his body…but he also noticed other marks, patterned marks that moved all over his body. The patterns were like flowers, but very intricate designs.

“My apologies for the intrusion” the prince spoke, Vinny looked up at him and had to hold back a laugh, he was wearing a bonnet…not that it was bad it was really fucking funny.

“N-no problem” Vinny answered as he stared at the prince.

“You are aware you’ve been in here for an hour and a half” Shancai added.

“W-wait really?” The cameraman answered, he was clearly surprised maybe he did fall asleep in here.

“Yes…your hair’s a mess…” the prince sighed as he grabbed the dagger from the sink, “Would you mind if I cut your hair a little?” He added.

“Uhh…not really? I doubt it can get worse than this…” Vinny replied awkwardly, the prince nodded and came over turning Vinnys’ head to the side as he used the dagger and cut of pieces of hair.

Vinny was nervous, but his hair was an overgrown mess. Before he could think of anything else, Shancai was done, he put the dagger back on the sink, “Finish up…I would let you stay in here longer, but if you fall asleep again I don’t trust you not to drown” the prince spoke as he left and closed the door.

Vinny nodded even though Shancai left, he quickly washed up and got dressed and damn were those pajamas comfy. He looked in the mirror, Shancai did a good job cutting his hair. Vinnys’ body hurt less, his muscles ached less and everything seemed better.

[wannab-urs]

Faulty System

Graphic: Old Friends by James R. Eads

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader (i don’t really specify gender here, but the reader is afab in prior installments)

Summary: It’s easy to let all the bad parts of being with Dieter obscure the beauty of who he was. You try not to.  WC: ~900

Warnings: // in order // drug and alcohol use, Major Character Death (in the past), talking to your toxic mother, excessive cursing bc that’s how I talk sorry, discussion of mental illness, discussions of like idk… physical deterioration due to mental health and drug abuse, implied sex dream turned nightmare, no happy ending, trauma dumping (not in the fic, that’s just what I’m doing)

A/N: Thanks to @theywhowriteandknowthings and @atinylittlepain for reading and discussing with me <3 eternally fucking grateful to y’all. This fic is based somewhat loosely on the song Your Needs, My Needs by Noah Kahan, which is about watching someone you love become a ghost of themselves due to addiction. I know very few people want to read a pairing//x reader fic where the other half is dead, and I really appreciate all of you who read and love my Dieter fics. I don’t know how I can ever describe how it feels to have someone tell you they read the darkest parts of your soul and found something good in it. Love y’all. also i should probably wait to post this but i have no self control :)

Series Masterlist | Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You asked me why I wasn't sayin' a word I'm namin' the stars in the sky after you

A late night walk, something you do to get him out of the apartment. Giggling as you slip the hastily rolled joint from his teeth. You press it to your lips and draw acrid smoke into your lungs, push it back out into the humid air and walk through a haze of your own creation. You’re drunk, maybe. High, definitely. Dieter wraps his arms around you from behind and you awkwardly waddle-walk down the sidewalk, tangled up. 

He presses a kiss to the space behind your ear and you scrunch your shoulder up, shrugging him away. “Fuckin tickles!” You squirm away from him and break into a run, tossing the joint behind you, laughing and squealing as he chases you. You skid to a stop behind your usual tree in the park. Press your back into the bark. “I see you, baby. Can’t hide from me.” 

You make a break for it. A stumbling, stuttering start and his arms are around you in a flash, pulling you to his chest as he hits the ground on his back. Howling hyena laughter ringing in the quiet midnight air. He kisses you, sucking all the air right out of your lungs, breathing it back into you. You separate only to turn in his arms and crash back into him, hands fisting in his curls, bodies pressed together down to your toes. He makes you dizzy, a little sick, disoriented. 

You flop onto your back next to him, staring at the night sky awash with stars as you fight to catch your breath. You get quiet, gazing at the stars. He asks why. “Just thinking.” He waits for you to continue, knows to let you work it out first. 

“You burn so fucking bright, Dee. It lights up the whole sky.” He smiles and brings your hand to his chapped lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

You don’t tell him he’s like the stars you learned about from that space documentary you like to fall asleep to. They burn incredibly hot and bright. More than any other star. And then they burn out. They’re quick about it. They light up the night sky for this infinitesimal amount of time compared to something like a red dwarf. And then they’re gone, collapsing in on themselves and taking anything unlucky enough to be caught in their orbit with them.

“Only for you.”

You were a work of art That's the hardest part

A meeting with your mom, a year and change after. She’s sitting in his seat, probably doesn’t even realize. You can’t look at her, your eyes flicking between your untouched tea and the window. So many days spent lying under that tree, just across the street. Tugging each other by the hand into this coffee shop. Curling up in the booth and talking for hours. 

“I honestly don’t get why you’re still so upset. You were together for less time than it’s been since…” She trails off, not wanting to actually say the words. Since he died. “He hurt you. He’s still hurting you. He wasn’t good for you.” She says it matter of factly, like it’s common knowledge. 

“Don’t fucking tell me he wasn’t good for me. You don’t know that. No one fucking knew him like I did. No one even gave him a chance. I had to watch this brilliant man turn into a goddamn ghost in front of me and no one else even gave a shit.”

“He turned you into a ghost too.” 

You drag your palm across your face, smearing tears into your hairline. 

“The sad part is – we were fucking gorgeous together. It wasn’t always bad, you know? He made me feel alive and beautiful and fucking… real. Like no one ever had before. He was incredible. He was so fucking smart. Kind, talented. Wonderful. He was wonderful.” 

Trace the outlines of your dreams You'll always be a flower on my skin

A dream, a memory maybe. A blur of white sheets, dark curls tinged with blue paint. Gasps and sighs. Lips and tongue and teeth everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Eyes you never quite catch a glimpse of. Every feeling fleeting and just out of reach. Indents of fingers on your skin, dragging rough down your legs. These you feel. Hooking into you and nearly pulling you with him as he slips away. You swear you wake up with bloody streaks down to your calves. God it fucking hurts. 

Watching him slowly kill himself, knowing it was happening, and not being able to do a damn thing about it, that was the hardest part. Towards the… the end... Fuck. When lucidity completely escaped him, he was scared. Terrified of himself and everyone around him. In his rare moments of clarity he was always so bitter, so angry at himself for not being what you needed. He punished himself. Didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, didn’t speak. You think you hated him a little, by the end. 

Still. You don’t think you’re ever getting him out of your system. There was too much good in him to not forgive him for the bad. The rotten, broken, crumbling part at the center of him that took him from you. You watched him fall in on himself and you did nothing about it. Could do nothing about it. Helpless. 

You cross that county line I promise to be there this time, alright?

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slept with subliminals overnight for the first time in a while ! im finally back on my grind ! ☆ i woke up to good news ! after literal YEARS of trying to have a sleepover with my girlfriend without her siblings, her parents finally said yes ! i also left my makeup at her house and they are finally mailing it to me ! ♡ im in a great mood !

now onto physical results,

i woke up w extremely smooth lips, usually they are incredibly chapped n dry but they r so nice ! they look plump too ^_^

okay bye bye everyone ♡