#and i still have half an hour left🙃

[picspammer]

I'm here to make you an offer. To give you a chance at redemption.

[leslieseveride]

aw dammit! i thought i was going to be able to make it back home for the rookie's scheduled showtime l, but my stupid work scheduled me super late so i'll probably miss it, pooey. 😕

[six-of-ravens]

help my brain is doing that thing where it brings up something that an old friend said to make me angry in 2016...but then realizes this person actually had, for our whole relationship from like jr high through to young adulthood, a habit of being rude, condescending, or just plain mean. and also getting mad anytime someone told her "hey, that was mean" and refusing to apologize and....huh, i guess i shouldn't be surprised she eventually burned down our friendship by making fun of me for having a "marketing job" because it wasn't "cool" enough for her, the upper-middle-class kid whose parents paid her way through university and young adulthood so she literally never worked a day until she got her dream job...

[im-still-watching-anime]

hmm i know im an english major and i do really love writing essays but i had to re-outline this one four times and restart it twice so i have decided that actually they suck

[ki-yomii]

two for the show | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.1k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, established relationship, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, implied choking kink

➥ summary | it’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed (aka the fic where you catch jk jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties).

➥ notes | 🙃 this man straight up made me buy a keychain that says jk’s slut. i have no regrets.

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“I’m home!”

Pausing in the doorway, you listen as the barren sounds of your apartment echo back at you; the soft gurgle of the pipes, the metallic rumble of the dryer, the fan on your fridge kicking on with a dying sputter.

Everything’s as you left it, barring the notable absence of your boyfriend.

There’s no low-toned voice ringing out to greet you, no man-shaped golden retriever bouncing over to drape his arms over your shoulder and smother you in kisses.

It puts you ill at ease, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth as you toss your keys on the side table and place your shoes next to his. Jungkook said he’d lounge around until you got back from your errands.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour, and as it was his first day off in forever, he’d wanted to spend it with you.

… Only instead, he’s nowhere to be found.

The couch is empty, the tv dark. No god awful clanking or boisterous humming, so that rules out him taking a shower. Did he get called away to the studio? Though if that was the case, he’d have texted.

Right?

Right - he knows how you feel about him disappearing without notice. So that can’t be it - plus his footwear is still on the rack. 

 Stepping into the kitchen

“Kook,” you call, peeking into the kitchen only to find it just as empty as the rest of the apartment, “you still here?”

There’s no answer.

But what sounds like a faint curse comes from somewhere near the bedrooms, so with a shrug you follow the noise only to freeze.

Your brows shoot up your forehead, and your gut clenches hotly.  A violent, visceral reaction that makes all the moisture flee your mouth.

Surely he’s not… No, there’s no way.

Except then a grunt breaks the tense quiet; smothered, breathless sounds that echo low and wounded into the hallway.

If you hadn’t been standing right outside the doorway, if you hadn’t been looking for Jungkook, the distant humdrum of everyday life would’ve otherwise disguised them.

A warm hush creeps up your neck and pools in your cheeks, leaving your skin altogether uncomfortable; itchy and tight like a nasty burn.

Every tentative step feels like walking on a tripwire, the slightest creak of the floorboards a gunshot. 

It’s a miracle you make it to the end of the hall, your door haphazardly cracked with slats of sunlight spilling across the floor. Seconds later, another grunt - this time louder and filthier. 

It’s impossible to resist the urge to peek around the doorjamb, to see how Jungkook’s pulling those kinds of sounds from his throat, to see what tempo he likes to stroke his cock to when he’s alone.

Mouth full of cotton, your heart lurches while you try to absorb the surreal image presented with difficulty.

With how he’s planted his feet and bent his legs, it’s difficult to get an unobstructed view of what his hand’s doing between his thighs but what you can see?

Well.

“…H-Haaah…ss-shit, that’s…”

It’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed. You only notice the scrap of fabric draped over his chest because of how bright and oddly familiar it is, but you’re too far away to identify it and you’ve got more important things to focus on.

He looks like some wild, half tamed creature come to steal you away; the briar of his hair a dark halo on the pillows, the short strands sticking to his sweat-slick forehead.

Eyes hooded and hazy, he watches as the pink tip of his cock appears through the circle of his fingers with every upwards rut. Mouth slack and rosy, his tongue glimmers like a tempting prize.

It sends you reeling, a gush of slick wetting your thighs the next time you squeeze them. You’re unbearably empty - desire hooked behind your navel. An unscratchable itch that’ll surely drive you mad.

Every time you blink, he’s there waiting behind your eyelids; his cock thick and heavy, curved towards his belly and throbbing with each measured stroke.

His thighs tremble, and his toes dig into the bed spread. “Fuhhhck, baby - baby please, let me…”

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“Gonna cum, oh god. Yeah, that’s it just - hnggg - just like that. S’good for me.”

Tatted fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, rucking the fabric up and out of the way. It bunches under his armpits and exposes the cut of his chest, the valleys of his muscled frame.

The muscles bunch and strain with his movements, and you long to sink your teeth in.

“Right there - oh fuck - right there.” His abs clench and his hips flex. “Jus’ like that, come on, baby.”

Digging your nails into your thigh provides distraction - albeit temporarily as he pauses what he’s doing after a few more hurried strokes, the lines of frustration on his face deepening. The hand around his cock slows to an almost glacial pace.

Hooking a finger around whatever’s resting on his chest, Jungkook raises it up to dangle in front of his face - and shock lances through you, quickly followed by an ohmygod, are those… ?

Yes - yes, they are.

No wonder it looks familiar.

All thought processes grind to a halt, your pussy clenching and your knees nearly buckling once you recognize your favorite pair of panties hanging off your boyfriend’s finger.

Anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach, a ferocious heat bubbling to life behind your navel.

All corrupting, all consuming, until you’re shaking with longing.

You never thought seeing Jungkook like this would affect you so much - never even imagined a scenario in which you would, let alone with a pair of your underwear. Though, you also never imagined it would make you as hot and bothered as it does.

No way, no way, no way.

“Mm, so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, spreading his fingers to stretch out the fabric. “Jus’ for me.”

Eyes wide, you watch as he scrutinizes the whorls of delicate lace and sheer panels. He’s not really going to…is he?

Biting his lip, he spares your panties one more long look before working them down his body. His nipples stiffen when they trail down the valley of his pecs, his voice a breathy curse as they tickle the band of his hips, his skin pebbled with goosebumps. 

Holy shit, he is.

You choke on your own spit.

It’s almost impossible to believe that he’s about to jack off with a pair of your panties - that you get to witness it happen for yourself - but then he’s switching hands, and you see how pretty the fabric looks stretched out over the girth of his cock.

The texture must feel amazing because Jungkook full-body shudders, his eyes pinched shut and his brows furrowed like he’s in pain.

He lurches forward, catching himself before he folds in half and takes a shaky breath. His fingers flex, the fabric scraping over his sensitive shaft and teasing his swollen balls. 

He whines. “Oh my fuh - that feels so fucking good.”

What you wouldn’t give to know what he’s imagining right now. Every hitched whimper gets your ears ringing and your legs crossing, the drag of your shirt over your nipples uncomfortable with how hard they are.

Nevermind the state of your underwear - the slightest shift has your folds sticking together, a sticky wet gush you’d love to soak his cock with. 

You don’t even care that he’s getting a little too loud. So what if your crotchety ass neighbor files a complaint?

The sight alone more than makes up for the headache of dealing with management.

Though apparently, Jungkook’s got more consideration for prying ears because he stuffs the corner of his shirt into his mouth.

Stifling a gasp, he locks the desperate noises behind his teeth by biting down and using the fabric to muzzle himself.

His strong thighs tremble when the circle of his fingers meets the base, knuckles white as the crotch of your panties pulls taut over his swollen cockhead. The visual alone nearly ends you.

Why, you think, half-hysterical.

It’s becoming painful to watch and do nothing.

His choked little groan precedes the flex of his wrist - the apologetic glide of his palm as he staves off another orgasm, the angry tip of his erection leaking where it peeks out from the bright lace.

He’s been on the edge of coming for a while with how wet and swollen his cock his; veins thick and throbbing, balls taut and drawn up towards his body.

A punch of desire at imagining all the things he’s gotten up to while you were gone leaves you winded, and you’re barely able to swallow the moan creeping up from deep inside your chest.

It feels like someone sucker punched you full stop. And then replacing those fingers with your mouth - with your cunt - invades every thought until heat crackles down your spine.

Or maybe you should let this play out - have him stain your panties with cum and then put them on, wear them around the apartment until he fucks you over the counter.

It’s a win-win situation, no matter which scenario you pick.

A fresh wave of arousal pools between your thighs, honey thick every time your pussy clenches. Your clit aches for friction, swollen and raw, all while Jungkook continues to drive himself pleasure drunk.

Right now, the slightest touch could make you cry, you’re so turned on.

Keeping quiet as you shift closer to hear the slick, soppy sounds of him fucking up into the grip of his fist is almost impossible, but somehow you clear the doorjamb, the door itself a faint sensation at the back of your elbow.

And then you stop breathing.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears, your blood rushing so fast you swear you hear it thundering through your veins. The air thickens with tension, the musk of fevered arousal heavy in your nose.

Only right as you’re about to crack, one of the sweetest moans you’ve ever heard breaks through his cotton gag. He must hear your stuttered inhale, the grit of your teeth because he freezes. His body becomes a rigid line of tension, muscles coiled.

And then those pretty doe eyes pop open.

Immediately seeking you out, Jungkook swallows and unhinges his jaw. The makeshift bit slips free from his mouth, his shirt fluttering back down to his chest.

A patch of damp sticks to his skin. 

“Baby…” he says, his voice thick with pleasure - low and rough like smoky whiskey - while a flush blooms across his cheeks, “You’re - You’re home…”

Without responding, you take a step into the room. 

The closer you get, the tenser Jungkook becomes - his breath locking in his throat and his eyes falling shut.

At some point, his hand pulls away and tries to tuck your panties off to the side. It’s too bad you’ve been watching the whole time, otherwise he might’ve gotten away with it.

Jungkook clears his throat and scratches at his jaw. “I was just - uh, y’know…”

He trails off, his hands fluttering around his hips. As if there’s a way to hide the excited twitch of his cock or the drool of pre-cum when you stop at the bedside. 

With a faint smile and a raised brow, you ask, “Having fun?”

“I - baby, I’m so…” A muscle in his jaw jumps. “‘m sorry.”

He refuses to look at you.

And that just won’t do.

“Shit!”

Jungkook jolts, a drawn-out moan full of heat ripped out of his mouth when you press your hand over the heated skin of his throat.

All the air whooshes from your lungs and you watch your thumb trace over the swell of his Adam’s apple, enchanted. His body strains up into your tender touch, every hard line demanding you finish what he started.

“Need some help?” you ask, feeling him gulp against your palm. “Sure looks like you do.”

It’s apparent he can barely think, those pretty eyes clouded over in a haze of desperation. Your nails dig into his oversensitive skin to see him flinch, to watch as a shudder rolls down his spine at the delicate bite of pain.

His cock bobs against his belly. 

“Come on, baby. Wouldn’t you like my hand or pussy better?”

“Shit, I -” he groans, tossing a forearm over his eyes. “Why are you like this? You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You chuckle, tracing the swell of his bottom lip, the metal of his lip ring. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Every pass of your hand works your fingers higher until the tips press in at the corners of his mouth.

You repeat yourself, “Do you need some help?”

At the taste of your skin, Jungkook groans; a soft, deep-throated thing that injects heat into your veins. His tongue is soft against the pads of your fingers, wet and cradling.

A lone eye peeks up at you from behind his wrist, hooded and burning.

“… Please.”

[moonsbypadfoot]

interest | theodore nott x female reader.

warnings : angst, fluff, based on real live events that I am still going through! (Some parts are still made up, I've only experienced the first half, the second half are made up) 😘🙃, slytherin reader (doesn't really affect the story), usage of y/n, short, short, short fan fiction, wrote this in like 30 mins, english isn't my first language and I am convinced that I'm dyslexic, second person pov,

have fun reading!

🦖

it was your fifth year at hogwarts, fifth year being friends with pansy, and your fifth year being hopelessly inlove with theodore.

yes, you've had 'relationships' before him, but he was still at the back of your mind. theodore was still lingering.

Theo seemed funny, moody, and so much more, but, you didn't expect him to like books.

Pansy looked down while eating her food, and simply said "you're reading little women too? Theodore loves that book" To which you hushed her immediately.

But that didn't stop you from asking her about Theo,later that day. "He likes it? " You asked, showing the book to pansy, "who likes what? " Pansy scrunched her eyebrows, and you groaned loudly.

"Theodore, pansy, Theodore! "

Pansy nodded her head, saying "oh yeah, he likes it". You gasped at how chill she is, and you said " This might be it pansy! ".

And oh you were right, it is it. You and daphne were sitting on a bench, gossiping about other people. When all of the sudden, Theodore passed you two, and said "Laurie, mhm? ".

"So you do like little women? " You and daphne's attention were shifted to him "since forever", and just like that, he left.

That became a more and more of a schedule for you to sit on that same bench everyday, on the exact same time. Daphne doesn't know that you still like him, it was well common knowledge that you used to like Theodore, but, everyone thought that you had moved on.

Daphne was so tired of Theodore, that whenever she sees him coming to you two, she'd roll her eyes sand say stuff like 'here he goes again' and make the biggest sigh ever.

Your first 'real' conversation was him coming up to you, saying "I like jo more than amy". At that point you didn't know what to say, neither Daphne or Pansy was there to make you less tense.

You scoffed "Amy is way better". You tried to keep yourself cool, and you did just that.

For days to days you two became closer. You'd have little chit chats after dinner, and your liking for him became bigger, but it shouldn't have.

"I have some little women.. Merch, I can send it to your room, later" Theodore suggested. "First of all, pansy would kill me if I had a boy in my room. Second of all, that will not happen cause if you do the stairs will turn into a literal slide and make you look stupid" You said, to which he just started at you.

You stupidly dreamt of him in your room, which is obviously forbidden.

Unsurprisingly, Daphne eventually found out about you still liking him, and she's convinced that Theo likes you back.

"Do you not remember what he said? 'I used to like little women, now I like it again because of her' and the boy pointed at you! And do you not remember quidditch? "

Oh boy, you do remember Quidditch.

His Quidditch match was last Wednesday, and two days before that, you two made a bet. If he won, you have to give him 15 galleons, and if he lose, he has to give you 15 galleons.

See, that same week, your professors had bombarded everyone with exams. So, if it wasn't for him you wouldn't have watched any of the Quidditch stuff.

That Wednesday, you kept exactly 15 galleons in your pocket. And, unsurprisingly he won. The slytherins celebrated like crazy, and, after that, you came up to him, saying "I could've bought myself candy but, I have your 15 galleons".

"No need for that," Theodore softly smiles, and went back to his friends who were cheering and waiting for him.

That day you couldve swore you spent a thousand hour telling pansy what you felt.

All of the sudden, Theodore didn't seem interested. You hadn't told Daphne about this, but pansy is so mas at him for the sudden stop of interest.

"See, boys are immature" Pansy groaned and rolled her eyes. "I wanted to know about his friend and, theodore-"

"Not so loud! " You sushed her, reminding that you two were still in the great hall. You doubt anyone heard you but, still, for safety reasons. "How about.. My 'him', we can call him uh.. "

"Toaster, cause if he doesn't act right Im gonna-"

"Hold your horses, pansy, let's call him trex"

"Fine, you're way too nice for that guy, and uhm, what should I call my 'him'? " Pansy asked, and, there was one minute of silence.

"Maybe trial number #2? "

That was the day your nicknames were born, and, things excelated from there. 'Trial #2', which is blaise, talked to pansy in the Slightest way possible, and 'trex' which is theo is talking to you, but he makes the conversation as dry as possible.

Theo is almost always the conversation starter, but when it comes to keeping the conversation going, it's you, and it is hardwork to keep Theo talking to you

That also reminded you of a conversation you had a long, long time ago with millicent. About how he's broken home and doesn't have a mother, and turns out it was true.

"So, that explains the on and off thing with you and him" Pansy shrugged "if you're really in love with him, you're in some really deep shit. Trial #2 barely talks to me"

and in deep shit you are, as the days became longer because he didn't want to talk to you. Pansy convinced you enough to just stop talking to him.

You felt better but, there is still something in you still craving him dearly.

"He's just there, pansy, like.. Like a word about to be spoken, but then vanishes out of our brains! One second he's there and the next he's gone! " You complained.

What made you more confused is that, you and him became more confusing. You felt like you're more than a friend, but you don't know what it is because of one thing he said.

It was common for you friends, lorenzo, and Mattheo, to tease you about Theo. It's as if they know.

Obviously, Theo was there too, along with Daphne next to you. "Y/n, I think you and Theodore are a good fit" Lorenzo laughed, and the others chimed with agreement. But, it was a subtle whisper from Theo that made you down for the rest of the day. "Don't say that, I like astoria"

You kept laughing, though it was obvious for those who actually knows you that your laugh was so fake.

You kept ignoring him, and you truly do feel better for once. As pansy says 'give him taste of his own medicine ' and you did what she said, and you felt better, for awhile.

Till he came up to you and forced you to confess.

"The fuck is wrong with you y/n? " Theodore said. "What do you mean? " You said, but, the pit in your stomach tells you exactly what he means.

"You're avoiding me. I thought we were friends"

"That's the problem" You said, in a confusing tone, which made him think.. Was it a question or a statement?

"I thought we couldve been more, Theo" You rolled your eyes at his oblivion, and you paused "you like astoria, don't you, mhm? You said it yourself".

Theo frowned "don't act so innocent, you and Macmillan were so close I thought you two were dating".

"I wasn't" You paused, "I moved on a long time ago, unlike you, no one moves on in the span of two weeks".

"Her friends told me she doesn't like me! "

"So what? That makes it right? I don't care if she likes you or not, I care if you like her or not. If I'm just your second choice, this won't work. Pansy told me that I'm better than any boys in Hogwarts, and I agree with her! Because boys like you suck"

"I like you, okay? Will you get that into your thick skull?" Theodore groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You're weird" You said, "what about me Is weird? " Theo asks.

"Your on and off stuff. You act interested, then when I actually wanna talk to you you get so dry, do you not think of that? Or you're actually really dumb? "

"You ignored me too"

"That's because I wanted you to feel what I felt! "

You honestly felt sad but, anger was more visible. But Theo looked emotionless. He wasn't happy, angry, sad, he was just there.

You both wanted to say something, but you didn't. Neither you nor Theo said a thing. You opened your bag and found your book, well, technically his.

"Here's a book that i borrowed" You said, giving it to him. "You can keep it" Theo pushed the book back to you, but your hand didn't budge. "No thanks, theo.. Ive written somethings in pencil. Don't worry too much because it's so thin you could barely tell what I wrote, a single swipe with your finger or eraser, it'll be gone".

A week has passed. And you knew for a fact he didn't re read the book.

On your favorite page, you wrote 'three broomsticks, next month, 9:00 AM? ' a month ago.

You knew way more than to come there, or did you?

[vendetta-if]

What if Ash, from the alternate universe (where MC died), had met them in the same way as the alternate Victor did? And if MC and original Ash are a couple?

I very much hope that I have written this clearly, for it is not my language🙃

Unfortunately, it would just make the Ash from the AU where MC died become more depressed. Similar to the Viktor scenario, they would see what could have been.

Seeing MC and the Vendetta AU Ash getting together… It made them realize that they could’ve had a chance to be with the person they love and care the most, they could’ve been happy, they could’ve had everything they could’ve wished for.

But no… That killer took all of that away that night ten years ago.

I like to picture the AU Ash pops up and meets MC, and MC just thought that they’re their Ash. Imagine AU Ash’s surprise upon meeting a grown-up MC and not only that, MC greeting them with a peck on the lips and a hug. It feels like a dream, but this grown-up MC in front of them looks different from the one they conjure up in their head, but yet, undeniably MC. They know MC like the back of their own hand.

They barely understand what MC is talking to them about; most of the names they spoke of are not familiar to them, but still, they keep up the pretence, nodding and smiling. And then, MC hugs them again before walking off to do something.

They have half the heart to reach out and stop them… and what? What would they even say to this version of MC? So, they stay back, sticking to the shadows and make themself as inconspicuous as possible so other people who might know them won’t talk to them.

They can’t help but tail MC the whole day. And then, of course, they see their alternate self meet with MC. They look so happy, with a wide grin on their face, cheeks ruddy, probably because of MC.

Is it even possible to be envious of your own self? Because that’s what they’re feeling right now. But also, they are happy for them. At least their alternate self seems to be capable enough to protect MC and they look to be so in love with each other.

Their heart twinges in their chest as they look at the couple from afar. It’s painful, of course, but they redirect that pain into anger at the person who took this from them.

A couple of hours after their alternate self once again left MC to do something, you finally gather enough courage to approach them again. MC looks surprised.

“Ash! What’s wrong?” MC asks, confused.

“N—Nothing,” Ash answers, glancing up to meet MC’s eyes. “I… I just want to tell you something.”

“You could’ve told me over the phone, you know? No need to come all the way here,” they smile, and your heart skips a beat. It’s still the same smile it was a decade ago.

“I guess this is important enough to say in person,” Ash mumbles shyly.

“Okay, what is it?”

Ash steps closer and leans in. “MC… I love you… I always have and I always will,” they whisper, mere inches from MC’s face.

Before MC can answer, they lean in and press a kiss on their lips. It feels like you’re floating right now. But then, what comes up must come down, and pulling away, you’re once again reminded of what you can’t have.

“And… I also want to say I’m sorry…” Ash says quietly.

“For what?” MC asks in confusion, eyes filled with concern.

“Everything, I guess,” they sigh. They’ve always thought that if only they were there that night, maybe they could’ve helped protect MC—or at least die in their place.

“Ash…? Are you okay? You’re kind of scaring me right now,” they frown, bringing their hand to your forehead as if to check your temperature.

It makes you smile sadly. “I’m not and I don’t know if I will ever be,” you answer honestly before shaking your head. “You know what? Forget everything I said, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” You rub the back of your neck. “Goodbye, MC… I’ll see you again in my dreams.”

Ash turns around and quickly runs away, not looking back no matter how much their heart wants to stay. They hear MC calling out to them, but they don’t stop. This is not where they belong and they have no right to be ruining whatever their alternate self and MC are having here.

They don’t know where they’re going, but they keep running. They just want to get away from here as far as possible.

Please, God or whoever’s listening… Just throw them back to the shitty universe they know before they do something they’ll regret.

[poppadom0912]

Together (X)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, swearing and scary men.

Summary: Everyone's reunited at last and are never letting go.

A/N: This is the last chapter before the epilogue. I just wanna reiterate how much fun writing this has been and how much i appreciate all the love and support you've shown this series.

It's a bit too late for my liking but I've only now finished writing. This week was so busy for me but I promised and here it is!

Enjoy the last 2.5k words of angst because the epilogue is next!!🙃😊

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Kelly was bursting through the seams with anxiety. The entire time while responding to the car pile-up, he was riddled with it and the tension he harboured carried through to everyone else.  

It put him at somewhat ease to know at least Sylvie and Violet were with you as well as Intelligence and then eventually everyone at Med. You were going to be surrounded by people you loved and vice versa.  

When the scene started to get cleared up, Boden wasted no time and let Kelly go, urging him to take his buggy and promising everyone would be there once everything was finished.  

The second Kelly stepped into the ED, April was at his side and guiding him towards the ICU where you were being kept for now. On the way up, she carefully explained what she knew and warned him about your appearance.  

Kelly didn't know what to think till he saw your face for himself and God, he wanted to bring hell onto earth.  

Jay heard his soft steps, picking up his head from the back of the chair. Kelly wouldn't say it to his face, but Jay looked horrible, eye bags dark and sullen, hair uncombed and frizzy and injury wise, the bandages told him enough. Somehow, Jay looked worse than what he did yesterday when Kelly last saw him.  

Upon seeing the lieutenant, Jay tiredly smiled at him, easing himself out of his chair and half limped out the room with the IV pole in his left hand. Kelly went forward hastily to help him, telling him to sit back down or help him out the room into another seat but Jay shrugged him off, weakly pushing his efforts away. 

“Go be with my sister you dumbass. April’s here to help me, don’t worry.” 

And with that, he watched his childhood friend help support his supposed soon to be brother-in-law down the white hallways of the intensive care unit. 

Kelly's eyes burned when he first caught sight of you. The last time he saw you was on the video he'd been sent of you screaming as you were being beaten up.  

Gosh, Kelly had felt so helpless and still feels as such.  

Sitting in the chair Jay had previously been inhabiting, Kelly took his time to fully study you, memorising every feature of your face once again in fear of having you ripped out his grasp again.  

You looked so different. Kelly knew your body by the back of his hand and had your every single detail down to the cell engraved into the forefront of his mind. You looked so different but so recognisable, there was no mistaking that this sleeping woman was indeed you.  

Six hours ago, everyone was ready to mourn the oldest and the youngest Halstead. Despite the resilience Intelligence bleed, everyone had been told to prepare for the worst and six hours ago, all hope was lost and giving up seemed so sweet but so sour it still stung now.  

Kelly hesitated, hand hovering mid-air over yours, eyes cast down on your battered body that he could only see little of. Healing scabs and scars alike marred your hands, the sight making him falter, wondering if it was even a good idea to hold your hand. But then the last two days flashed in his eyes and without another thought, he gently placed your hand in his.  

Relief washed over him in waves, flooding his veins. This sensation felt so bittersweet, the sweet poking the tears from his eyes and the bitter nipping at his ankles. To have you back in his vicinity, to have you back home, Kelly never wanted anything so badly before in his life. Despite this, you had been through the ringer, experiencing pain like no other, pain that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

Actually, the Murray’s deserve worse, maybe the devil himself. Hell and a bit more sounded sufficient enough.

With his hand safely enveloping yours, Kelly felt himself calming down. Even with all the machinery beeping around him, to feel your pulse against his fingers made this dream a reality.

Soft knocking brought him out of his thoughts. Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from you, Kelly found Sylvie standing at the door with two coffees in hand, Violet nowhere in sight.

“Maggie said I can’t give this to Jay, so…” Sylvie said, dragging the word as she held out the paper cup towards him, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly when Kelly smirked in amusement.

“Thanks Brett.” Kelly smiled, gladly taking the caffeine from her hands, and drinking with no hesitation. Truth be told, no one in the firehouse slept much last night, they had too much playing on their minds.

“Crocket said surgery went well.” Sylvie started, standing by your head, fingers caressing your hair as she gently pulled each tangle apart one by one. “I know it doesn’t look like it but she’s going to be fine.”

There was a pregnant pause, Sylvie’s attention diverted and solely on detangling your matted hair before bringing a washcloth that sat on the table to get rid of any residue and dirt stuck on your face. Her trained fingers were put to work, her eyes not once leaving your face as she continued without stopping.

“She’s going to be just fine.”

*****

Kevin was overwhelmed, so was Kim and Hailey but much less so than the aforementioned man. The rest of the team, well they were off busy with the Murray’s and their many, many (somehow attained) henchmen.

The two women were bystanders in it all, coming much later and missing out the most brutal parts. The same could not be said for Kevin and Will.

The two men were following Jay out the warehouse but at a much slower pace. Kevin was supporting Will as best he could, apologising every time the doctor winced and faltered in his steps. Eventually, Jay got so far ahead that he disappeared and very likely was already outside and getting you into the single ambulance waiting.

All of a sudden, the silence that was only interrupted by Will expressing his pain was intruded by gunfire.

They really couldn’t catch a break, could they?

Will apparently remembered the hallways and pointed out a dead-end corridor for them to take cover in and despite his pain riddled brain, he wasn’t wrong.

Without any hesitation, Kevin drew his gun from his holster and shot when necessary and whenever he found someone lurking nearby. Without diverting his attention, he grabbed his walkie and called for backup, relaying both in code and not what was happening.  

Eventually when some time had passed, way too long for Kevin to be comfortable with, Kim and Hailey appeared from around the corner, guns held up in caution before they lowered at the sight of the officer.  

Despite having everything under control, Kevin felt better having his colleagues with him now that Jay was gone. With their help, together they could probably get Will out quicker.  

Now that everything calmed down, Kevin could finally solely put his focus onto said man. Turning his back to the two women, Kevin went to talk to the redhead but found himself speechless at the sight he was met with.  

Lord knows how but up above was a window that some crazy henchman busted his way through and had silently landed on the ground behind him. The man was dressed in all black, blonde hair pocking from the mask he wore armed with both a gun and knife.  

Worst of all, the unnamed and very much unwelcomed man was way too close to Will for Kevin's liking.  

Before Kevin could properly take care of the dude, a shot was fired, and the man fell very ungracefully onto the solid floor, the sound of the impact making all the intelligence personnel internally wince.  

With the nuisance out of the way and no more pathetic distractions, Kevin turned to the redheaded man once again and the sight made him sick. So sick that he had to bite his tongue and hold back any bile from coming up.  

Kim and Hailey clearly felt the same, both gasping from behind him.  

The annoying man had been left ‘alone’ with Will for plenty long enough because along with all his injuries, another gaping wound had been added. Will was riddled in open wounds, the longer you stared the worse they looked. This one, instead of sitting among the others in his torso, was nicely placed in his thigh which conveniently was just above where Jay had been shot.  

It seemed very convenient that every place on his body that had a wound were the places that bled the most. Will was having so much fun right now.

“Shit! Will!” Kevin rushed to kneel down before the slouched man. Chucking his gun and radio aside, quite carelessly, his brain short circuited before everything kicked in.

“Pressure.” Will coughed out, visibly struggling to keep breathing steadily. “You- you need to put pressure on it.” He repeated, wheezing as he liked his chapped and pale lips.

Without question, Hailey hastily took off the thin jacket she was wearing, rushing forward, and kneeling besides Kevin. With caution and slight apprehension, she positioned the jacket around his thigh but hesitated when she was supposed to tie it.

“This is going to hurt Will.” She said firmly, her strong tone warning him.

“The tighter…” Will started, slowly blinking up at the blonde woman who he knew secretly liked his brother and vice versa. “The better.”

And with that, Hailey tied the simplest knot and pulled hard.

“Fuck!” Will exclaimed, voice breaking. “Motherfucker-“

“Sorry! I’m so sorry but it’s all done.” Hailey incessantly apologised to him; her remorse visible on her face but before she could get up, she was stopped by a hand gripping her wrist.

“You have to go tighter.” Will stated, his fingers clutching her wrist as tight as he could but Hailey barely felt any weight. “Just like a torniquet. It has- has to be tight or else…”

“Will, stay with us man.” Kevin said, his tone leaking with urgency, almost pleading him. “You’re the doctor, walk us through it.”

Forcing his eyes open, Will blearily started at the three of them. His mind was completely muddled and subconsciously, he incredulously wondered how they hadn’t been trained to make a tourniquet in the field.

“Belt?”

Without further say, Kevin was getting up to unbuckle his belt easier, Kim replacing his space.

With much struggled, many pauses and tons of encouragement, they kept him alert enough for him to guide them through making a tourniquet around his thigh. The pain was unbearable, altogether it was blinding.

“I’m so sorry Will.” Kim whispered, sitting in front of him but she was alone with him, Kevin and Hailey gone off to find what was taking the medical attention so long to arrive. “Just a little longer I swear.”

“Jay! Stop panicking.”

“Hailey, it’s Will-“

“We’ve got him, go be with Y/N.”

“But Will- are you sure?”

“He’s trying his best, okay? Go be with our girl.”

And that might’ve been the last thing Will heard, the faint shouting between the two detective partners. Kim’s voice actually, he heard that last, her shouts for help when his eyes slid shut.

Actually, Jay’s desperate pleading, that was the last thing he heard.

*****

"It was part of protocol we run a rape kit."

Kelly couldn't breathe. His only saving grace being that Jay wasn't currently in the room with him.

"It came out clean."

Kelly physically deflated at the good news.

"It's going to take a while but she will recover. They both will." Ethan said, having permission from Crocket to tell him the news.

"And no one's heard anything about Will yet?"

The silence was so suffocating, if Kelly squinted, he could probably see Ethan turning blue from the lack of oxygen.

"We've been told we're waiting on a body. They want us to confirm it."

Kelly didn't need to ask for Ethan to break it down for him. He knew exactly what that meant.

If he looked the Korean man in the eye, Kelly would definitely see a thin sheen of tears coating his eyes.

*****

Antonio had been doing this for a long time, he’d seen and been through a lot himself but this, this would stay with him for a long time.

The guttural screams that tore his vocal cords to further damage. The blood trailed after him like the bread from Hansel and Gretel, painting the crime scene a war zone. His cries begging to know his baby brother and sister were safe and, in a hospital, where they could recover.

They were watching the innocent doctor become a martyr right before their very own eyes.

What happened next could only be explained by pure, sheer will and determination.

While they were hounding for an ambulance, Antonio caught men getting escorted away in cuffs, all looking identical until the final two men left the building. The rage he felt, Antonio didn’t know how any of them remained stationary.

It was a miracle Will came back to consciousness. When he closed his eyes and his body went limp, everyone truly thought that was it, after everything the Halstead’s had done to survive, this was the unhappy ending they were getting. But then, Will gave the biggest middle finger to fate because after all of this, she could be damned for all he could care.

Will remained alert enough, being continuously roused by each of the remaining intelligence members when they noticed his eyelids sliding shut. They tried distracting him, updating him on the wellbeing of his siblings, news that was happily provided.

The only ones that remained was Antonio and Kevin. The rest had been forced to accompany Jay just in case, they were all preparing for the worse case scenario. And Hank, he was making sure the bastards never got to see the light of day ever again.

Ten minutes passed. By now, it had been two hours since they got on the scene and an hour since they raided the warehouse. The more Will struggled; the more Antonio was losing his patience. Right before the naked eye, out in the open for the entire universe to see, Will was bleeding out; he was dying. Death was looming, crawling from a mile away but its stench was strong, it’s shadow too close for comfort.

Making eye contact with Kevin, they had a silent conversation and with no argument, they were lifting Will up and nearly carrying him towards the car.

This was their last chance and they weren’t going to wait for that ambulance anymore.

And for once, fate guided them with a beaming light. She overturned the hatred she'd shown and led them safely, holding out a much-needed lifeline.

And so when the car screeched to a halt at Med’s ambulance bay doors, Will found it easier to breathe.

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[lamamasjamas]

Foodie

A/n: I... Ya no sé mi gente. Ayúdame virgencita mía. For the people that are into Feedism(?) Feederism(?) and weight gain, I give you this...

Warnings: This is literally fetish fanfic but what isn’t at this point 🙃, Smut, feeder/Feedee stuff, Miguel is big, not just chubby anymore, tres leches cake...

His hands were playing with the buttons of his dress shirt, his face almost turning red from exertion. He had drops of sweat going down his forehead and dripping to his chin.

...or was that just his drool?

You shift in your seat, not oblivious to the way his belly was cutting into the table and wasn't an hour before, or how his thumb was pushing at his belt, making his gut spring forth underneath his shirt and thrust through the button and zipper of his pants.

Date night in. His idea. And of course, it was his idea because he barely knew how to heat up water by himself.

Your food... it was like a drug to him, always has been. But the latest version of his suppressant, the one that keeps his spider DNA in check. It made him feel as if he were starving.

All the damn time.

He notices your stare and for a second, he feels the prickle of shame go up his throat. You made enough food for a small backyard party, supposedly to save you the time to cook for the rest of the week.

The table was full of trays of food and his plate had piled on with what felt like most if not all of it the second he sat down.

It's gone, some of it scattered over his lips and chin, some driblets fallen down to his chest but then flicked off by his thumb and directed into his mouth to suck with a heady moan of gluttonous satisfaction.

He leans back against the chair, he could barely speak, his jaw tired from chewing and his mind numb and sleepy. A small soft moan falls between his lips as his belly gurgles, now tight and red, pressing down against his crotch and lap.

Your thighs flexed and you crossed your legs with a squeeze. Eye contact was avoided, and you took a shaky breath in.

The wooden chair creaked underneath him and your eyes widened, your body flushing with intense heat. That was new…

He knew you liked it. He would often catch you staring as he struggled to pull up his pants, his underwear tightening around his hips and his loose shirts becoming form fitting and small.

You’d wrap your arms around him from behind more frequently, feel his chunkiness grow underneath your palm each and every day.

You’d watch him go out for hero work at night or whenever he was needed, his suit conforming to each deepening roll, each pound of fat and each new crevice of his body.

His strength was still there, the muscles on his thighs and arms still somewhat visible. But sometimes he felt as if he were on the verge of waddling. All because of his gut.

Like now, standing up with the help of your dining table and grunting with effort, his body turning slowly like a wrecking ball towards the bedroom-

“I have cake.”

You stand, both palms on the table, watching him with eagerness as you say those three words with surprising conviction.

He loved that about you. His stomach grumbles, he could feel his jaw unhinging and his mouth water. Always wanting to take care of him.

…

You cup his cheek, leaving a sweet kiss on his now fully developed extra chin. He hums in appreciation, his lips around the curve of the spoon in your hand, not letting go until it was spotless of the sticky dessert of tres leches.

He has the urge to ask if you had left over condensed milk, his mouth waters just thinking of gulping down the thick sugary syrup… to feel it heavy in his stomach and relieving him of the hunger he knew would rise hours later.

He suddenly lifted a carton of milk to his lips and you could hear the glug glug glug as he swallowed, his throat bulging from the liquid.

You couldn’t help it, your hand started massaging his swollen and tight belly, bloated with food and churning as it tried to keep up with the latter half of the tray of dessert.

“Full?” you ask innocently, pressing down against the obvious swell of packed in dinner and cake. He nodded faintly, he shifted at your touch and the couch cushions creaked with his immense weight.

You lifted your skirt, having your cunt press against his thick fat thigh as you ground down on it slowly.

You could hear the bubbles of digestion in his stomach, feel the way his breaths have gotten heavy and were heaving his belly up and down in synchrony.

The front of his pants left him exposed in his boxers, dick pressed tightly against the newly acquired fat and gut from above.

He was hard, swollen purple mushroom tip peaking beneath the fabric and leaking pre so much it was smothering his undergut wet and darkening the fabric of his underwear.

He groans in response, his hand lifting his belly up and down repeatedly, stimulating his cock further.

“Mmph… going to regret this…” he moans.

He was, if only for a couple of seconds before he would start binge eating again. Now he was liking this, the feeling of fullness, the comfort of your care and attention.

Ever since the new side effect from the suppressant had first manifested, he's been trying to "fix" it. The formula hasn’t been touched in weeks; his mind was elsewhere in his downtime.

You pinched his cheek, cooing. He looked like a big bear, gobbling up what he could as if filling up for the winter.

The carton of milk was brought to his lips once more, attempting to wash down the thick mass of cake and sugar still being chewed on in his mouth.

A thick swallow made him grunt and wince, he paused.

One by one, the buttons of his shirt open, a faint stretch and pop with each one. Only one survived, the button between his growing ‘pectorals’ and his massive gut.

He should have fixed the problem with the newest batch sooner instead of having "one more snack" to make his stomach stop growling.

Sadly, for him, it never did stop nowadays.

You start to press light kisses up his neck, lips wandering over to his.

He grunted. Hands finding themselves to your waist as your tongue slithered into his mouth. You tasted sweet, he moaned at the feeling of your body pressing him down on the couch.

With your body on top of his belly, you kiss him as if you had enjoyed watching him stuff himself like a pig, as if you wanted to see him struggle getting to bed and make the frame shake as he sat down.

He was in denial. Still was as you lifted his gut up slightly to start jerking him off.

This was temporary, he would tell himself every time he saw his gut start to block the sight of his feet further and further.

But was it? He practically had a multiverse of Spider-men on call, he wasn't needed to fight. Not with the number of eager heroes at his disposal.

He looks down at himself in a daze. Miguel's eyes were zeroing in on the lard sitting on his lap, jiggling each time your hips moved and your body lowered to be able to kiss down to his chest.

"Jesus I-"

You press a finger to his lips and then give him another spoonful. He was getting full, his belly starting to ache. He tried to protest but his mouth was too full of cake.

"Shh..."

Your eyes flutter and stare up at him, tongue flicking out to lick at his nipple as he swallows and groans at the taste. He flushes in embarrassment. It looked like he had breasts, one resting against his stomach and the other in your palm being squeezed and fondled.

Your knees were pressed against fat; supple and pliable, soft and blubbery. You unbuttoned the last button, the one that had survived his subconscious stuffing.

Each time he had to size up Lyla ordered him new clothes automatically, often times finding the same design but in a larger size.

You didn’t tell him you would replace them almost every week but he knew, sensing your need to treat him and his ‘condition’ delicately. Somehow, you had forgotten to replace the newest sets, conveniently leaving the box Lyla had ordered under the bed.

"So handsome, big boy."

He pursed his lips, face flushing in embarrassment. He felt so full, a hand was pressing against his lower stomach, the other gliding against his wet fat cock.

Pressure builds within his throat.

Your hips rock, he feels your folds rub against his skin, he tries to contain it, even as you hum, still pressing your lips over his chest and neck.

The thick belch he let out startled you, it made you freeze in place. He looks down at you and his eyes widen in shock.

Your cunt throbs, your eyes become half lidded and you moan. He feels you grind against him harder; his mind starts to fog again.

Your movements, the weight against his belly that made it bob against his throbbing cock and the pressure in his chest and throat made him shake in euphoria.

His cock twitched and spurted as he licked a final spoonful of tres leches clean.

The underside of his gut was covered with his cum, your skirt and the small of your back painted with thick globs of his seed.

He leans back against the couch, the cushions squealing under his sudden weight. His back was soaking wet with sweat, his forehead gleaming against the living room lights.

You both lay there, your hands running down his belly, squeezing his growing love handles and kissing between his mounds on his chest as he regained his breath.

His stomach gurgled, he moaned. You’re suddenly lifted, his hands dragging your hips up his body to make his chin bump against your cunt.

He was starting to salivate, and his thick fingers were kneading your thigh.

He was hungry again.

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A/n: Don’t know if this fetish is for me tbh, but it was fun to write! I’m just Mexican and the act of feeding people and giving food is a way of life at this point.

Let me know if y’all want more… ✨🩰✨

Viva México Cabrónes, if you don't reblog and comment you're racist. (JK or am I?)

[honey-on-your-tongue]

jake praising reader after overstimulating her

OH LAWD-😭

😩😩😩

the way i'd beg him to overstimulate me only to hear his praise afterwards

Also I'm sorry if this one's short, I have no explanation tbh 🙃

You come for what feels like the millionth time, and Jake still refuses to cease his thrusts.

“Daddy!” you gasp, shaking your head. “'s too much! I can't take it! Too much!”

Jake grunts, “Come on, girl. One more, yeah? I know you can do it f'r me. Just come one more time.”

He's said that at least fifteen other times today, you're sure, but you nod. “One more,” you agree. “One more.”

“Yeah, that's right,“ Jake says. “Come on my cock one more time and then I'll fill you up, hm?”

The pleasure is hot and thick inside you, squeezing your womb, making your muscles flex with every thrust Jake delivers. You're trembling, gasping, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You wrap your legs around Jake's waist, allowing him to sink deeper, to touch that spongey spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Daddy!” you warn. “Daddy!”

“I know, sweet. I know,” he groans. “Go on, baby. Come f'r me again, yeah? I know you can do it.”

You nod, focusing on the pleasure, on the tight coil that forms in your womb, on the feeling of Jake's cock bruising your cervix and stretching you out.

Your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching as you cry out, and you squirt on Jake, soaking his lower abdomen and his hips.

Jake gasps at the sensation and at the sight, increasing the pace of his thrusts until his own orgasm reaches him. He grunts, spilling his cum inside you, the liquid warm and thick, and it makes you shiver, whimpering softly.

Your body is shaking uncontrollably, your vision dark on the edges, your breathing ragged and uneven as Jake pulls his softening cock out of you.

The feeling of Jake's cock rutting into you ghosts your raw cunt, his cum dripping out between your puffy folds.

Jake chuckles softly at the sight of your worn, abused body. He adores overstimulating you, loves how you cry out and writhe, how you begin to blubber out incoherent sentences. He likes to fuck you dumb, to leave you a sweaty, panting mess and simply watch you try to regain your composure after he's been inside you for hours.

He lies down on the soft grass beside you and spoons you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your arms, the nape of your neck.

“Y'did so good f'r me, baby,” he tells you, whispering the words into your ear. “You were such a good girl. This pretty pussy taking my cock so well.”

You grumble softly, turning around so you're facing Jake and you can nestle your face into his chest. He smiles as he pushes your tangled hair off your face. “Did so well, girl. You're always so well-behaved for me. I was so rough with you and you were still so good.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “So good, baby.”

“It hurts,” you mewl softly, nuzzling yourself into Jake's warm embrace, clearly wanting him to spoil you.

Jake clicks his tongue and coos, “Your pussy hurts?”

You nod. “Mhmm.”

“How 'bout we take a bath in the hot springs? I'll give you a massage and kiss away all the bruises I left on you, yeah?”

You look up at him with your big, doe eyes, and Jake's heart melts. You pout at him, half-playful, and say, “And afterwards?”

“I'll pamper you all day, baby,” he promises. “I'll carry you around, and feed you sweets, and then I'll sing you to sleep. How's that sound?”

A smile blossoms across your face. “Mkay,” you reply, pressing a kiss to Jake's chest.

And Jake just holds you in his strong arms, loving how soft you are, how he gets to take care of you in every single way.

“You know I love you, right?” Jake says, his fingers caressing over the soft skin of your arms.

You nod. “I love you,” you reply, and Jake lowers his mouth to press a kiss to your plump lips.

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[jeremy466346]

Valgrace short 🙃

Leo Valdez rolls over his body pressed against the warmth of Jason Grace. He opens one eye to the soft glow of dawn peeking through the curtains, a stark contrast to the fiery tattoos that dance across his forearms. The room is still, filled with the comforting scent of engine grease and burnt toast that lingers from Leo's latest invention gone awry. The digital clock on the nightstand flickers the time at him: 6:42 AM. He groans, knowing the day's adventure is about to begin.

Jason, ever the early bird, stirs beside him, his blond hair a mess from a night of tangled sheets. "You awake, Leo?" he mumbles sleepily, his voice a gentle rumble that sends a comforting warmth through Leo's chest.

Leo nods, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. "Yeah," he says, his voice rough from sleep. "Just contemplating the meaning of life, the mysteries of the universe, and whether we have any decent breakfast left."

Jason chuckles and stretches, the movement causing the bedsprings to squeak slightly. He sits up and runs a hand through his hair. "Well, if it's the meaning of life you're after, I can't help much with that. But as for breakfast," he says, leaning over to kiss the tip of Leo's nose, "how does a breakfast burrito sound?"

Leo's stomach rumbles in response. "Like a gift from the gods," he mumbles, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He throws off the covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed. The floorboards are cold under his bare feet, but the warmth of the room and the promise of food quickly dispels the chill.

Together, they make their way to the kitchen, Jason moving with the grace of his divine heritage, while Leo shuffles slightly, his legs still protesting the early hour. The kitchen is a familiar mess of pans, wires, and half-eaten takeout containers, evidence of their late-night tinkering sessions. The smell of burnt metal is faintly present, a reminder of the explosive conclusion to their last project.

Jason opens the fridge and pulls out the ingredients for the burritos with practiced ease. He grabs a couple of tortillas and starts to warm them up in a pan. Meanwhile, Leo rummages through the cabinets for something to drink, his eyes landing on a half-full bottle of orange juice. "You want some?" he asks, holding it up.

"Always," Jason replies, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them with a dash of salt and pepper. "And maybe some coffee?"

Leo nods and heads to the coffee maker, the sound of the beans grinding a welcome wake-up call. The aroma fills the kitchen, mingling with the scent of the sizzling tortillas. He pours two cups and brings them to the table, setting one in front of Jason, who is now busy chopping peppers and onions.

"You know, Leo," Jason says, glancing over with a smirk, "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be the one making breakfast."

Leo rolls his eyes, but the warmth in his cheeks gives him away. "Well, I figured it's only fair," he says, setting the juice on the counter with a clink. "You save the world, I make sure we don't starve."

Jason laughs and tosses a piece of bell pepper in his direction. "You're not so bad at saving it either, you know."

Leo catches the pepper and pops it into his mouth, grinning. "Thanks, but I leave the heavy lifting to you."

While Jason cooks, Leo sits at the kitchen table, scrolling through messages on his tablet, his mind racing with the day's potential problems to solve. The quiet hum of their morning routine is comforting, a stark contrast to the chaos that often awaits them outside the sanctuary of their apartment. The coffee is strong and bitter, but it's exactly what he needs to kickstart his brain into gear.

The eggs and veggies come together in a harmonious sizzle, and soon enough, the burritos are wrapped up and steaming. They sit across from each other, the table a mess of half-read emails and forgotten schematics, sharing bites and sips of their drinks. The burritos are perfect, just the right amount of crunch and cheese to start their day.

[harrys-lilfreak]

i 🫶🏻 selena gomez so i thought i would make a fake ig thing with her as face claim 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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harryfan5 @harrystyles i’m so sorry harry but she ate you up

ynfan4 the fit 👩‍🍳💋

harryfan5 he’s too fine for his own good

harryfan3 @yourinstagram do you know how to fight

yourinstagram @harryfan3 only if it’s for harry

harrystyles @yourinstagram That was so sweet, lovie 🥺❤️

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harrystyles my girlfriend and my girlfriend’s girlfriends 😒

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yourinstagram those are my girls

yourfriend aw little harry is jealous

harrystyles @yourfriend damn right i’m jealous took and didn’t get to see her half the night

yourotherfriend he’s mad cuz we took her for the night when he gets to see her all the time 🙃

harrystyles @yourotherfriend could’ve at least included me 😔

harryfan12 he 😭just 😭wanted 😭to 😭be 😭included, he’s so babygirl

ynfan7 i love that yn is hanging out with her friends again they’re so cute together

harrystyles I would just like to say that they also left me out of the picture they said “H can you take a picture of us?”

harryfan8 he’s been humbled

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harry&ynupdates @yourinstagram via instagram stories “selfies h gets when he has to go work before i get to see him😔”

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yourinstagram i promise he didn’t leave me on open he just replied after i screenshotted

harryfan4 they’re so cute

ynfan9 sleeping on the highway tonight

harryandyn3 i’m gonna be sick they’re adorable

harryfan1 harry’s getting sick of her that why he left her on read

harry&ynupdates @harryfan1 if you had half the functioning brain that any person has you would’ve read what yn said

harryfan6 @harryfan1 i fear you’ve been ate up

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harrystyles Thank you for all the love on the album.

See you soon for another! ❤️

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jeffazoff you did that buddy you should be proud!

harryfan3 you can’t tease emotionally unstable people harry 😐

yourinstagram you guys aren’t ready

ynfan7 @yourinstagram harry’s mysterious ways are rubbing off on you and not in a good way

annetwist You never fail to amaze me, son.

harrystyles @annetwist Thank you, mother. Since we’re being so posh.

harryfan2 ANOTHER? SOON?!

harryfan8 how soon are we talking ??

gemmastyles good work little big brother!!

mitchrowland we need you in the studio now if you’re done instagramming now🙄

harrystyles @mitchrowalnd don’t you have a kid to get to or something 🙄

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yourinstagram i got a chop 💇‍♀️

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harrystyles The beautifulest. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

yourinstagram @harrystyles aww you’re making up words for me 🫂

ynfan13 this hairstyle suits you so good 😩😩

harryfan5 now convince harry to do the exact opposite so he can grow his hair out 🙇‍♂️

gemmastyles honestly no body is doing it like you

yourinstagram @gemmastyles my sissy from another missy 🥺

ynfan3 your so pretty 😍

pillowperson YNNN YOURE THE CUTEST

yourinstagram @pillowperson thank you, my love 🫶🏻🫶🏻

harrystyles @pillowperson First my band and now my girlfriend, go away Sarah 🙃

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harrystyles Rare Beauty launch party, I’m so proud of you!

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harryfan9 harry in his lover era

annetwist Wish I could’ve been there with! Sending my love. ❤️

yourinstagram @annetwist wish you were here too!! love and miss you! <333

harryfan2 wait yn plz do a full face of rare beauty on his face

yourinstagram @harryfan2 that’s genuinely such a good idea i’m gonna do it…

ynfan6 the prettiest person to ever exist

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yourinstagram idk how you keep getting pictures of me without me knowing but it’s starting to scare me

harrystyles @yourinstagram i’m just your biggest fan what can i say 🤷‍♀️

ynfan3 @yourinstagram no bc why is she actually so funny i love her sm

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i’ve had this in the drafts for prob 2 months now and i finally finished it! hope you enjoy!!!

i have some exciting things coming i just don’t wanna put too much pressure and have them fall through.

[centralperkchenford]

Could you do one we’re Lucy get sick but goes into work anyway and everybody is asking her if she’s ok but then grey makes Tim go home and take care of her

Could you do one we’re Lucy get sick but goes into work anyway and everybody is asking her if she’s ok but then grey makes Tim go home and take care of her

A couple of summers ago I had a bad sinus infection and the headache was so bad I went to the emergency room so this is based on that. Also they never diagnosed me with a sinus infection because my nose wasn’t runny but I definitely had one 😅🙃

Touch me and you'll never be alone

Lucy coughs once and then twice and she groans her chest hurting as she does. She sees Angela give her a concerned look from her desk and Lucy busies herself by looking at the paper on her desk. But she can’t concentrate, everything hurts, from her chest to her head to her muscles. She feels like she can’t move without groaning in pain. Tim left before her today but if he had known she wasn’t feeling well he would have insisted she stay home. And then he would have been worried all day about her.

But Lucy is stubborn and she hates missing work and she hates worrying Tim. So she sucked it up and came to work.

She coughs again and this time she lays her head on her desk for a minute relishing in the coolness of the wood. She lifts her head up to see Angela standing over her.

“Lucy.” She says sternly. “Are you okay?” Lucy licks her dry lips and the nods, trying not to grimace.

“Yes.” She says hoarsely. “I’m fine.” Angela looks around the station as if she’s looking for someone and Lucy shakes her head again despite her head pounding when she does.

“Don’t tell Tim.” She says. “He will freak out and if he’s on a case he will lose concentration.” Angela looks hesitant to agree to that but Lucy smiles at her. “I’m fine. I promise.” She says and takes a drink of water, the coolness feeling good on her now sore throat. Angela nods and goes back to her desk. Lucy feels her eyes on her every so often.

***

Lucy is not fine and she knows it. But she powers on as she gets up to deliver something to Carradine. She gets dizzy and has to hold onto the edge of a desk before continuing, tears burn in her eyes as the lightheadedness slowly dissipates.

“Woah Chen. You don’t look so good.” Carradine says as soon as he sees her. She waves him off much like she did to Angela.

“Does Bradford know you are sick?” He asks hesitantly. And she does her best to glare at him but she imagines she looks pretty pathetic.

“No. And he doesn’t need to know.” She says quickly. “He will just worry.”

Carradine raises his eyebrows at her in half amusement and half exasperation. “He is your husband Chen. He is suppose to worry.” He says but Lucy waves him off again turning around to do a quick undignified cough. “I’m fine.” She says not looking at him and handing him the papers.

Carradine raises his eyebrows again but doesn’t say anything so Lucy turns around and walks away her eyes burning once again as she does.

***

Lucy is pretty sure she’s even sicker than she was when she started work. It’s past lunch time but she didn’t have anything, her stomach clenching anytime she thought about food. But once again she powers on knowing she only has a few more hours to get through. She leans back in her chair and closes her eyes. She’s not sure how long she’s been asleep but she feels someone gentling shaking her.

“Lucy.” Comes Grey’s voice and she blinks up at him. Her head still pounding as she tries to focus on him.

“Hmmm.” She mumbles and she hears Grey huff out a laugh.

“Lucy you are sick.” He says gently. “You need to go home.” But Lucy shakes her head and sits up.

“I swear I’m fine.” She says but Grey gives her a dubious look.

“You have been telling everyone that.” He says. “But I don’t buy it.” Lucy sits up pin straight and then grabs her pen from the desk.

“I just have to finish my work.” She says her voice coming out much more nasally than before. “I promise.”

Grey gives her another dubious look and then walks off and she gives a sigh of relief. She looks around to make sure he’s out of sight and then leans back again. Her eyes haven’t even been closed three minutes when she hears yet another voice from above her except this one is.. soothing. Tim

“Luce.” Tim says and she feels his large hand on her forehead smoothing back her hair. She opens her eyes and sees her husband looking at her in concern. “Luce, how long have you been sick?”

Lucy shrugs arching up so she can feel his hand more. “Since this morning. Well technically last night. I suppose.” She admits. Tim shakes his head and then pulls her up into his arms and she immediately nuzzles into his chest. As much as she didn’t want to worry Tim, she can’t resist being in his arms. He is exactly what she needs. Her remedy.

She feels a light kiss on the top of her head and voices around her but all she cares about is Tim’s warmth.

“I’ll take her home.” She hears Tim say to someone. “I got it from here.” She feels Tim gently leading her out but she’s really not aware of where she is. She hears Tim unlock his truck and then lifts her in when she refuses to let go of him.

“Luce.” He mumbles when she is still holding on to his shirt. “I need you to let go baby so we can get home and you can go to bed.” She shakes her head and clings to him tighter not wanting his warmth to go away.

“I will cuddle you when we get home.” He says softly. He places his hand on her forehead, and she hears him growl a little bit. “Did people notice you were sick? Other than Grey.” He asks. Lucy winces a little not wanting to tell him both Angela and Carradine had noticed and insisted she go home.

“I felt fine.” She lies. Tim tuts a little and Lucy finally relents and let’s go.

“I’m going to have a talk with whoever knew you were sick.” He says firmly. “I want to know right away.”

Lucy is about to say something but Tim is gently closing the door and next thing she knows he’s backing out.

She dozes off on the way home, her head still pounding. She feels Tim’s hand on her hand rubbing soothing circles on it. And then she hears the truck turn off and the driver side door opening and closing. And soon Tim is pulling her from the truck and back into his arms. She relaxes immediately as he pulls her into the house. He deposits her on the couch, and in her dizzy and delirious state she just sits there.

Tim comes back pressing two aspirins and a cold water bottle into her hands. “Take these and drink the water.” He commands firmly but softly. “And then you are going to take a shower to clear up your sinuses and then you are going to bed.” Lucy reaches for him and he puts his hand on her cheek, his wedding ring cold against it.

She does as he says and then he’s lifting her up again and pulling her towards the bathroom. He undresses her gently and normally she would want to jump him but she can barely move. He gets her undressed and into the warm shower, the steam helping her breathe a little easier. Tim helps her wash and then wraps a towel around her when she’s done. He pulls out her pajama shorts and one of his shirts knowing those are her favorite thing to wear to bed.

He places her into bed and she’s vaguely aware of him gently kissing her forehead. She falls asleep pretty quickly after that.

***

Lucy wakes up and she glances out the window, it’s still light out. She groans as she rolls over and buries her face into Tim’s pillow. She breathes in his scent and then realizes it’s not enough and she needs the actual thing. She rolls out of bed slowly, her head wasn’t pounding as hard nor did her muscles ache as much. She makes her way into the living room where she found Tim on the sofa. He looks up as she comes into the living room, he gives her a soft smile as he meets her halfway.

“How do you feel?” He asks kissing her on the forehead. She sways a little bit and Tim leads her to the couch.

“Better.” She says truthfully. Tim purses his lips and pulls her down so her head is in his lap.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” She mutters. Tim pushes some hair out of her face pressing his finger to her pressure point. It immediately soothes her.

“Of course.” He says. “I just wish you would have stayed home. There is no need for you to feel miserable at work.”

Lucy closes her eyes and just hmmms quietly. Tim chuckles softly before grabbing Lucy’s hand and holding it.

“You promised me cuddles.” She says suddenly. Tim runs his hands through her hair, softly and gently.

“We have all night for that baby.” He says and Lucy nods satisfied with his answer. And to be honest they have the rest of their lives to cuddle and take care of each other. And Lucy wouldn’t have it any other way.

[starsomens]

i want to paint noah’s nails 🥺🥺🥺

(and ofc i’d love it if he painted mine. but like imagine the focus. he’s not half assing it. babe is biting his lip in concentration and peering down at your nails like,,, my mans doesn’t even blink 😃 you already know his perfectionism is fucking off the charts. he is absolutely taking his time, so precise. and inwardly he keeps having to remind himself to breathe 😭 his hands are a lil shaky the first couple times he does it for you, and he’s cursing left and right when he slips— it’s endearing really. “i don’t get how you can paint your own nails and get it so perfect.”

and he’s got hawk eyes on you until they’re dry because he absolutely knows you’d fuck them up otherwise. you’re making him nervous anytime you’re trying to do anything. i can’t tell you how many times i think i’m good and then catch my hand on a table while trying to still get shit done. i get so mad LMAO. he’d just butt in and be like just like wHy dOn’T yOu lEt mE dO tHat 🙃 whenever you’re making him nervous trying to grab a snack or something of the sort)

don’t worry about answering this right away babe, i get that you have other stuff going on <33 just wanted to drop these thoughts here before i could forget them :)) sending you a whole lotta love 🥰🫂

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FINALLY I CAN ANSWER THIS

But I absolutely agree. This man is so critical when painting his nails or your nails have you seen how nice and neat they are when he paints them.???? literally will tell you not to move a muscle for a good hour. He’ll do everything else just avoid you messing up the nails and his hard work.

[444m777]

29 things I love about Michael: Day 29

Where do I even start?

Well first things first HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL!

I spent the majority of the day watching a bunch of MJ videos, edits, performances and I got the bright idea to read several MJ books at the same time🙃 so in between switching from my phone to books I’ve been also crying and wishing he was still here not for the fans but for his children so he could physically be there for them and watch as they grow older and more into who they’ve always been but as an adult. My heart goes out to his kids and family.

So on the 29th day (and I missed so many days after the 19th or 20th) I want to say that his essence is what I love about him. Everyone’s essence is unique to them. Some try to copy but we can tell when someone’s trying to be someone they’re not. Which is why he cannot be replicated. And he shouldn’t be. What we are left with is his legacy and as fans we must preserve it in its entirety. Not just the music and dancing but also who Michael was as person. A true humanitarian who wanted to protect children all over the world. Providing a space(s) of comfort for everyone. Reminding people that they’re not alone and that together we can truly make changes in our own communities and the WHOLE world.

To make up for the days that I didn’t get to post brief sentences on why I love Michael for the days I didn’t get to post

Day 20: he was vegetarian but he loved him some KFC. I myself have dabbled in veganism/vegetarianism throughout my adult life but CHICKEN when fried oefff… that’s tough to let go completely haha

Day 21: his complicated relationship with dogs… I know he didn’t like dogs because they turned on him and some dogs bite etc. but I just love how he loved his half wolf half german shepard dog called Black Girl. She was abused by her previous owner and Michael and Janet tried their best to be gentle and gave Black Girl lots of hugs and kisses when they were younger. I’m a dog person so I was a bit sad he mentioned being afraid of dogs and mentioned dogs turning on him BUT Black Girl was sweet and gentle and Michael made sure to take care not to trigger her (unlike other people like his Father who used to point his gun at the dog—yikes!).

Day 22: also love that he was so curious about the universe and why things (meaning a leaf, space, insects etc.) were the way they were. I want to go more in depth about this at one point because he was just naturally curious as most kids are and he continued to indulge that curiosity as an adult. He asked a LOT of questions. Something I used to get told as a kid “that’s just the way it is!” but I didn’t let that stop me. Reading/researching truly keeps me going for hours and hours. You just get lost at every new bit of information and he was huge on that. We truly can learn so much from his approach to life

Day 23: I’m also reading a book about Prince lol and of courseeeeee I’d find Michael in it. Long story short in the introduction Prince mentions how he wants his memoir to be written and doesn’t want to use the word magic to describe him/his music. He said “just look at a word and see if it’s one I would use. Because MAGIC isn’t one I’d use. Magic is Michael’s word. That’s what his music was about”. It’s true. It truly is Michael’s word.

Day 24: I’ve been struggling with my drawing. Like my lessons are going fine but when it comes to drawing Michael I’ve had really nice moments and other WHO TF IS THAT!? moments xD and i came across a video that showed roughly 200 drawings Michael did. There were I think about 10 ish drawings I haven’t seen before. And I noticed he would do light sketches and go into realism to more abstract and self potraits. Not everything was perfect. And by perfect I mean like super clean. I struggle with that at the moment and I love that his drawings reminded me that I’m doing this for fun. And to trust that when I draw something I’m proud of I should rejoice and when I draw something I’m not too happy about it then I can try again another time. He’s re-drawn so many of the same characters in varying styles over and over again. I mean he’s been sketching for DECADES so I've only been drawing for what 10 days🙃 it was a nice reminder to gently tell me to chill out haha.

Day 25: I love how big of fanboy Michael is when it comes to his idols and the greats he learned from and also having the chance to meet some of them. I’ve been thrusted down a small hole and have been busy collecting info regarding his idols. Seeing the patterns, the inspirations and just trying to get a feel for what fascinated him so much. Aside from their great talents/showmanship you are also expressing one of your highest forms of yourself so I want to see more of what he saw in them the same way I see and feel about him.

Day 26: this one is a bit sad as I really feel he was snubbed from acting. It’s very clear that becoming an actor was the next step in his plans. From a very young age. It’s sad roles were promised then suddenly given to someone else. Audition tapes not considered and even having a shitty meeting with the person who’s going to play the character you were promised to play just to get some sort of rise out of him. At least that’s why I think that person did that and set that meeting up. Anyways I’m just so happy that he chose to invest his own money in Moonwalker and made it happen. I always thought I’d see more of him on screen and we were robbed by a lot of jealous people and people who felt he wouldn’t add anything aside from the fact that he’s famous. He still continued to pursue it in smaller ways and I hope in the next lifetime he’s able to be the full fledged actor he’s always wanted to be and directing and writing movies left and right!

Day 27: his music is truly healing and positively affirms a lot of great things. I’ve kept track of affirmations in his music from the Jackons up until Invincible. I struggle with anxiety and would repeat some of the affirmations throughout the day or when I wake up in the morning. I make sure to be grateful and I affirm a good and positive day with one his lyric affirmations. I’ve used affirmations before but THESE stick with me because it’s Michael lol but he truly was ahead of his time in so many subjects that people would and WILL be baffled when they find out. He was a SMART, curious man. And very big on positive thinking and positively manipulating the subconscious mind.

Day 28: I love how he was pro-Black. His message was very much UNITY of all races, backgrounds etc. but he reminded people that he was proud to be BLACK. People love to forget that part.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hey kiko!

First off, i saw the stardew valley stream right before going to office (twas my mom's birthday the day you streamed and an ungodly hour where I'm at) and i was in such a good mood🥹🤌🏽💖 gojo is adorable, I cannot.

Second, I was recently diagnosed with high functioning autism and adhd (not a surprise, figured i was ✨ neurospicy✨ since i figured what it meant) and I was wondering... Gojo is neurospicy for sure, it's canon. But the way you write him, it's even more so. So out of curiosity, how would Goinko react to finding out their kids might be neurodivergent? And would that lead to satoru getting his own diagnosis?

HELLO!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO YOUR MOM!!

Thank you for your message and question!!! 😊

Gojo in Stardew is so fucking cute that it makes me wanna die. My Kiko playthrough is already in year 2 and they’re living their best life (though, I did discover SVE Lance, recently, and all I’m sayin is that if Satoru didn’t already have my heart, Lance would be the first contender that’s actually piqued my interest).

I FUCKING GAVE YOU A HELLA LONG RANT SO THE REST IS BELOW THE CUT

WELCOME TO THE NEUROSPICY (I love this and I’m stealing it) COMMUNITY. We don’t have t-shirts yet because we got distracted before we could finalize the design and then all of our inspiration left and now we just cringe in self-hatred whenever we think about another project that’s half-finished… 🙃

I will die on the hill that canon Gojo is one of the most autistic coded characters I’ve seen in my entire life. There’s literally no valid argument against him being a member of our wonderful neurospicy community.

As I’ve mentioned before, I am also very fucking autistic and adhd. I wasn’t diagnosed with adhd until a few years ago, and I didn’t find out about my autism until last year 🫠🫠 the journey to that discovery was a wild one… To give context for how extreme my adhd is, I’ve gotten distracted mid sentence for this reply a total of three times already and went on my own tangents of making random notes and literally forgetting about this for ten minutes while I started googling things and then I looked down at my phone and realized I’d completely forgotten that I was TYPING THIS REPLY 😭

ANYWAY. YOU ASKED A GOINKO QUESTION AND I WOULD LOVE TO ANSWER IT.

How would Goinko react to finding out their kids might be neurodivergent? And would that lead to Satoru getting his diagnosis?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION. I LOVE IT. WITH MY WHOLE HEART.

I’m assuming we’re talking about Physical Paradox Goinko because you sent this not long after I posted begging for questions about them and their kids!

For those who don’t know, neurodivergence (adhd, autism, ocd, etc.) tends to be hereditary, which essentially means that neurodivergent parents have a high chance of having neurodivergent kids.

I’ve specifically written Physical Paradox Gojo with the idea in mind that he’s got a variety of neurodivergencies (Rai’s fun facts about brains have helped a ton and I always love hearing them! Rai, this is me telling you I wanna know more fun facts when you have the time). I’ve talked before about how he’s absolutely got adhd, whether hyperactive or not remains to be seen in the story, but I’ve been nailing a few things down lately so I’m excited to explore that more…

BUT THATS NOT THE POINT OF THIS REPLY. FUCKING FOCUS, KIKO.

I’m gonna answer these backwards because Gojo will get his diagnosis before they have kids. Because Rinko is studying cognitive and behavioral psychology, as of Summer Nights, she’s already noticed a few ticks and signs that Gojo has something. But she’s avoided saying anything for multiple reasons. (she’s still only a student, she doesn’t want to overstep in case he already knows and doesn’t want to talk about it, and she doesn’t want to offend him if he doesn’t know and doesn’t receive that kind of information well.) She literally had the thought in Summer Nights that it wasn’t like she could give him a diagnosis.

At some point in their relationship, she’s going to realize that he has no fucking clue and she’s going to say something. I haven’t decided if she does this before or after they start dating, but my main point is that by the time they’re talking kids, they’re gonna know they’ll have some neurospicy in them.

As for how they’ll react? They’ll love them no matter what and do everything they can to support them. They’ll struggle and have their bad days but they’ll figure things out and do their best to be there for them.

I imagine Eiji will be a lot like Satoru. I see him being loud and excitable as a young child and becoming more reserved and closed off as he gets older, which is how Satoru was.

I don’t know if I’ll explicitly include it anywhere in the series, but Satoru was loud and outgoing and friendly as a kid. As he got older, he struggled to connect with people because they couldn’t keep up with how chaotic he could be or they showed no interest in what he was passionate about. We’re sprinkling some rejection sensitivity that’s manifested as “fuck you, I don’t care about your shit, either then.” He keeps things surface level with most people because it’s not worth the time and energy just to be rejected or misunderstood. Obviously he’s different with Rinko, but that’s mainly because she’s shown that she can keep up with his ranting and there’s a part of his brain that desperately wants her to know he isn’t a shitty person and he doesn’t realize it’s because he’s pretty much already in love with her 😂😂😂 but really, Rinko can keep up with him and she meets his sarcasm with her own instead of brushing him off.

IM FORCING MYSELF TO STOP HERE OR ILL GO ON FOREVER. DID I ACTUALLY ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?? I HOPE I DID 😭😭

I hope you have a wonderful day or night!! 💕💕