#and it's very convenient and close to home. i have no complaints really

[neonovember]

Hello, uhm, so this MAY be an uncomfortable thing to request I’m not too sure. It’s totally totally okay if it is absolutely feel free to ignore this, but the way you write Carmen is so so comforting. I have this neighbor that lives downstairs from me, I’ve lived in my apartment for two years but the past 4 months with this guy has been hell. I live in the U.K. and the people that own the building and the police don’t view my situation as anything dangerous or serious, despite the fact I have made numerous complaints and even the other neighbors in my building have complained about him. But he targets me the most and bangs on my door at ungodly hours and threatens the most horrible stuff because I’m a woman living alone. I’m honestly terrified but unless he physically does something there’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry for the sob story but usually I always try and just picture Carmy as something comforting to help through this until I can be safe, would it be okay to request something like Carmen finding out about his gf losing sleep and constantly being terrified and deciding to take matters into his own hands, and demanding she moves in with him and helps pack her stuff because he will NOT stand for that shit (again totally 100% okay if you don’t feel comfortable responding)

oh my god anon, I'm so deeply sorry that you have to deal with such a shitty situation, and the fact that you have to wait to be physically attacked before the police can do anything? Fuck the justice system and fuck law enforcement. Don't every feel scared to send a request to make your day or week or fucking month better, it's why I'm here, and the fact that my writing can make you feel even a little better is the greatest gift i could ever ask for. God I just hope you're able to remain safe, call a friend or family to keep them posted in case anything happens, I'm so very sorry honey :(

Broken bones and soup

carmen berzatto x reader

warnings: misogyny, violence, feral!carmen makes an appearence, angst, horrible neighbours, angst, teeth rotting fluff, carmy feeding you

w/c: 5.3k

a/n: this was hard to write, i really wanted to do it right by you anon, and when have i ever written carmen without him breaking someones face?

The falling sun encapsulated the cerulean sky, exploding against the horizon in heated shades of orange, crimson and pink. The trail back to your apartment complex wasn’t long, but it gave enough time to bask in the warmth of evenings bathed in sunlight. It also conveniently enabled you to tell yourself you had gotten your sun for the day, rather than having to swallow pills you hated to swallow.

It was muscle memory however, your legs moved with the familiar comfort of the sidewalk, forgetting the stomach turning realisation of what had awaited you back at your apartment. 

It had been a couple months, four maybe 5, you didn’t really want to count the days having a violent neighbour moved in directly down your apartment. The other tenants who you've grown to know collectively bristled with the annoyance of a 30 something year old filling the usual peaceful nights with crashes and yells of broken plates and incoherent obscenities. 

When you had raised the issue to the landlord and even to the police, you had been shut down with a shrug of the shoulders. 

‘We can notice him with a noise complaint, but if he aint hurting anyone we can’t do much’. 

That had made you laugh a little then, before you had been close to bawling your eyes out and ripping out your hair. Sure he was loud, your neighbours from the other side of the apartment complex could attest to that, but it was so much more than loud fucking music, and somehow, you had bared the brunt of his violence. It was targeted, you knew it, and your legs began to shuffle at the thought of coming home to another violent outbursts at your door. 

You hadn't gotten any proper sleep for the past 4 months, waking up to loud banging at your door, and declarations of brutality he whispered through your keyhole. It was all empty threats, those men in clad uniform had told you when you woke up shaking with fear as he screamed taunts of murder from below, you had run out in your pyjamas and bunny slippers and they had told you they couldn't help you. 

There were not empty threats, and this wasn’t the hundreds of true crime shows you had binged, you felt it in your bones, you were a woman living with yourself for god sake, he was going to break down your door one day and hurt you, and you couldn't do anything about it. You felt paralysed by the helplessness of it, forcing yourself to stay up past 12, the burn of your tired eyes forced open by the blue light of your phone, in case he tried breaking in. You had begun to keep a bat near your bed, a knife in the drawer of your bedside, and you felt fucking insane. Noone had made a major problem out of it, and yet you felt like he was one bad day from a murderous rampage.

Carmen could tell something had been wearing on your shoulders, the way your eyes blinked slowly, and the syrup slow movements of your limbs when you had visited the Beef not long ago. You couldn't bear to tell him, your past relationships had taught you enough not to unload all your problems onto another person, but it had gotten bad. You had started getting notices of concern from your boss, asking if you were alright, telling you how your performance had been declining.

You had quickly shut down any looks of concern thrown at you, this was something you had to deal with yourself, you didn’t want anyone, especially another woman to be faced with the brunt of his violence. You guzzled caffeine and energy drinks like it was water, and your limbs jittered with the rush of adrenaline until the peak had dropped and you felt like your stomach was ripping itself apart.

You braced yourself as you turned the corner into your apartment complex, keeping your head down, and going through the carpack to avoid the hallway that was right next to his door. You felt your stomach drop, your keys pressed between your knuckles and you flickered your eyes up to the door of his apartment. You watched it like a hawk, ready to flee at any sign of opening, and when you had finally made it to the elevator, you breathed a sigh of relief like no other. The air suddenly fills your lungs once again.

Your phone buzzed in your jean pocket, and you reached out to grab it, the screen illuminated by Carmen’s text. You felt a tingle of glee shoot through you, biting back a smile at the thought of seeing him today.

“You still coming today for the family dinner?”

The beef had begun a sort of tradition, every last Friday of the month, they would close early and hold a sort of family dinner right out back near the tables and chairs. Everyone of the crew’s family and friends were invited to join, some bringing a plate or a drink or two. It was the highlight of the month, and you hadn't missed a Friday ever since Carmen and you had become something more than close friends.

You typed out a quick reply with a tongue in your cheek, as the elevator doors opened, you didn't look up right away, walking with your head down as you tucked your phone back into your pocket. It was a fault on your end, you should have looked up, at least then you could have braced yourself as your neighbour stood stationed near your door with a cheshire smile stretching ominously across his face. 

You wondered if you could run back into the elevator, but the doors had closed well before and you feared turning your back to him was an even worse fate. You walked towards him, plastering on a smile that didn't look even a little believable.

“Something I can do for you?” You ask, your voice heightened by a mix of fear and false confidence

“Hear you've been complaining about me” The man replies with a smile, his hair slicked back, the shadow of a badly shaven skin spiking up. His shirt reeks of sweat and stains of spilt takeaway and you have to take a tentative step back to escape the stench radiating off of him.

“Yeah, you might not realise it, but you have been a bit- uh loud, and the loud banging on my walls?” You prouch him, and his eyebrows rise in surprise, shaking his head with a laugh that horrified you.

“Am I scaring you?” The man replies 

You swallow as your eyes flicker to his burnt hazel ones, they stare down from above, almost mocking in the way they forced you to answer.

“Uh, uhm- well, a lot of us got work in the morning, and I can’t wake up if you're making a lot of noise during the night”

“Oh, is that right?” The man asks, scratching a hand across his jaw

“Well no one's been the one complaining but you” The man replies

“I don't think so many of us-”

“You saying I’m a liar??” The man suddenly shouts, and you can help yourself stepping back a distance quickly

The man watches the way you distance yourself away from him, his eyes flicker to the keys poking out from between your fingers and he bites back a laugh.

“So you are scared of me, liar.” The man spits out with venom, before stepping towards you, caging you to the wall as he whispers near your ear

“You think fucking keys are going to stop me? A little lady like you living here all by yourself?” The man digs his fingers into your sides, until you howl out and retch yourself away from him, you reach for your right side, holding the skin above your rib cage that had begun to swell and bruise.

“See how easy that was? A fucking pretzel in my hand” The man calls out with a smile, before walking back around the hallway corner with such ease and comfort that told you he knew the police wouldnt do shit.

Your hand shakes as you shove your key into your door, you have to hold your own hand to put it in, before shouldering your way through your door with wince, and dropping your bag and belongings to the floor.

You rush into your bathroom, undressing before your eyes flicker to your mirror, seeing the red rash of irritation and the start of a purple imprint of his claws shoved into the skin below your ribcage. You wince as you try to soothe it, the salty tears breaking down your waterline, you can't stop, the wretched sobs of your helplessness echoing off the bathroom walls.

You climb into the shower, sliding down to the bottom as the tears shake through you, you hug your knees to your chest, letting the warm water combine with your salty tears, so they become one, and you know longer now how terrified you are. You stay in the shower like this for a bit, letting the warmth and steam wiggle your body from its stone encapsulation.

You can hear the familiar jingle of your phone ringing from where you had haphazardly left it, and the memory of today's dinner comes rushing in. You had nearly forgotten, and whilst you were terrified to leave your home and go back into the hallway where it had happened, you couldn't let Carmen down.

So you had gotten up, in the same way you had fallen down, and tried to scrub away the smell of his day-old cigarettes and sweat until your skin burned, poking your head through a clean shirt and a skirt that hid the painful purple splotch that had begun to spread across your side.

Entering your quaint kitchen, you can’t stop your arm as it reaches for the brown liquid stored in that old glass bottle Sugar had told you was a century old. You didn't have a little liquid courage to make it past your goddamn threshold.

You downed it in a gulp, reaching for your bag and a pocket knife, just in case. The reality of that decision broke you a little, when did you start needing to armour yourself?

Your phone buzzed from its position edged between the living room couch, it was Carmen, again, telling you he was outside. Carmen had begun to ceremoniously show up to your apartment as the autumn had begun to bleed into the winter nights, and the sunlight had stretched until darkness hit by 5 in the afternoon. Any other time you would have chastised him till the point where he would stop, but now, with the reality of your neighbour, you felt a relief wash through your body at the thought of being close to him. You also don’t doubt he would have shown up anyway, ignoring your requests in the way he does when he thinks it's his responsibility.

You wouldnt say you had a lot of experience in relationships under your belt, but something spoke to you from within, carmen was something special, this was special, sacred in the way destiny was, and you shooke with the relentless fear of fucking it up. And scaring him away with your problems seemed to be on the very top of that list

You shake the thought from your head as you shut the door quietly, take a brisk pace as you walk but kind of run to the elevator. A neighbour you knew well stood near the doors, his dark auburn hair falling in front of his eyes, he nodded to you with a silent smile. He kept to himself most of the time, and you didn't know much about him, just that he always was tugging a sleeve down his left arm, but he always went out of his way to give you some sort of greeting.

The air between you was silent, as you were waiting for the ping of the elevator to drop to your door, and you heard a shuffling near you, your eyes watching the way he coughed and stared at you from the corner of your peripheral vision.

“Heard something out in the hallway, it wasn’t him again was it?” The man replied, concerned about lacing his features as his eyes seemed to be fixated on the way you leaned on one side of your body a little.

“Uh no, it’s- it’s alright, I guess it was my dues you know? Dealing with a shitty neighbour at least once” You reply with a tight smile, trying to poke fun at the very depressing thought.

The man nodded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, your neighbours had known that he was loud, knew that you had dealt the worst of it being right above him, but they were clueless to his taunts and threats that he said into your door at night. You think the man next to you had an idea though, the way his eyes scanned anything like he was always assessing, always calculating the world around him. 

It was also because your neighbour was nowhere to be found whenever he was around, you whispered a prayer of thanks that he was taking the elevator down with you, with his sweatpants and top, it was like he knew, a silent nod of protection.

Before you could open your mouth to whisper a thanks, the doors of the elevator had opened, a tired mom and her two energetic kids passed between you both. It was funny, you could see yourself in her, the drag of dark circles and the hunch of her shoulders mirroring your own. 

You knew the very shakily painted on makeup did little to hide the exhaustion on your face and you rushed to enter the elevator to escape the thought. The motion of the elevator moving down nauseated you a little, churning your stomach in the way it always did with motion, but your apartment wasn’t big and soon enough the music of the elevator turned to a halt as the doors opened up to the ground floor.

You could see the headlights of Carmen's car through the automatic doors of your complex, and you gave your neighbour a smile before rushing to jump into the comfort of Carmen and his very, very warm car.

-- -

The car ride to the beef has been silent, just the syrupy beat of jazz from the car speakers and the burn of Carmen’s gaze searing a hole through you, you feared if you caught his eyes and the look in them the entire interaction today would tumble from your tongue.

You couldn’t ruin today, it was tradition, you had just begun to become folded into it. The joy of Tina calling your name for a hug, the talks about the new pastry ideas with Marcus, Sydney’s laughter, it soothes you like a balm, and you were sure the nausea crawling through your stomach would dissipate the second you entered.

But it didn’t, the beautiful lantern lights from outside the Beef glittered against the Chicago moonlight and the smell of Italian meatballs engulfed your senses and you still felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside.

You had said your hellos to everyone, biting back a yelp as Tina’s hand pressed against the bruise on your side, and nodding to Richie’s rambles whilst you felt outside of your own skin.

Your mind kept replaying the scene of him lunging st you, bristling your skin till goosebumps spread through, until your mind was exhausted from fear and well, fucking exhaustion and Carmen had to call your name too many times to rip you from your thoughts.

“Hey, you alright?” Carmen asks with that soft honey tone he keeps for you.

You nod with a smile, and Carmen’s eyes shift towards your plate untouched. It was your favourite, a twist on Osso Buco and yet it laid un moving, Carmen knew it, you did too, and you held back tears as Carmen simply nodded, not sure if he was overstepping his boundaries.

It was the first lick of the start of something, the both of you, the bloom of a companionship Carmen felt was destined, like it was seared into the sand years before you both had even come into existence. And Carmen was new to this, and that opened up a whole can of worms, he didn’t want to fuck it up, he didn’t want to think about fucking it up, but god did he always seem to fuck it up.

You reached across the table to grab the jar of water, your shirt riding up without you noticing. Tina’s eyes widen at the peek of a purple imprint from under your shirt and she has nearly drops her fucking fork

“Baby? What happened to your side?” Tina replies with concern, her voice is quiet but the tables loud boisterous conversations begin to slow down.

You tug your shirt down, and you burn with guilt like you had been caught with this big secret. Carmen immediately looks towards your side, his eyes scanning the way you since a little as your finger brushes against it.

“Nothing, uh um I fell” You don't even believe yourself

“That looks more than something you get tripping over your feet darling, did something happen?”

“What? What’s she saying honey? What did you see Tina?” Tina’s gaze flutters to Carmen, and there’s a pause like she’s assessing whether it was Carmen’s doing before the reality of who he is hits her. It was ingrained in every woman, and Carmen wouldn’t be an exception. Even for a second.

“Looks like someone’s goddam fist imprinted into her skin” 

The restaurant is completely quiet now, and your head falls to your uneaten plate of veal, they look towards you in concern hearing the end of Tina’s words.

Carmen lifts your shirt, and you don’t stop him, the reality of your attack is shown right there in front of him, the imprint of a large hand bruising purple and blue.

Carmen’s eyes burn into the skin, his fists shaking as he remains silent, the rest of the family look on in horror, whispers of “holy fuck?” and eyes seeing the way Carmen practically vibrates, like he’s a second away from exploding.

“..Who did this?”

“It was my fault- I”

“Who did this baby? Who hurt you?” Carmen replies with an exhaled murmur.

“I’m, uh, Uhm- he- oh Carmen” You can’t get the words out, they’re stuck in your throat and you can’t get them out. You feel trapped, your body is sweating like you’re caged, like you're wading through a current and you're losing yourself to the weight of it, your breakdown on display for the whole world to see.

You blink back tears as Carmen tilts your chin to face him, and the look on his face, the look of distraught and fear that blossoms across his features un tetheres the tightly wrapped self control you had formed.

And Carmen scoops you up into his arms so that the entire family doesn’t have to see you break into his shoulder.

His soothing words are like a balm to your distress and he walks you, bridal style to the first aid cabinet, sitting you down on the counter, wiping away your tears as his fingers shake and his throat bobs with a tight swallow. He hastily tugs your shirt, kissing back the howls of pain as he whispers “I know, I know baby girl, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

His soft fingers press gently against the bruise as he rubs a heating ointment across it, he wraps a warm compress around it as bandage and his eyes are avoiding your own as he focuses his fingers on your skin.

“Carmen?” You whisper, the hiccups of tears resounding from your throat, Carmen reaches for a painkiller, placing it in your palm with a whisper of affirmation, he gently tips your head back as he pours water into your mouth, and you swallow it quickly, before looking back at him.

“Carmen? Please” You reply, had you done it, had you ruined everything?

“I can’t look at you because I fear I might break, and- and I can’t right now okay darling? I have to find, I have to find who did this, and I need to make it right, hm? I need to make sure your safe because god my heart is outside of my chest and I can’t feel anything but fear” Carmen replies with a tight low voice, his fists shake as he pressed them into the counter beside your thighs, but he looks up to meet your gaze anyway, and he smiles tightly as the tears stream down.

“Oh Carmen, this isn't on you, you couldn't have possibly known” You reply, wiping a hand across his cheeks.

“How can you say that? I am your, I am meant to protect you, and you, you come limping in without me noticing, fucking Tina saw it before I could, and i hate myself for it” Carmen replies, his cerulean blues shining bright against the shine of tears.

“Who did this, someone at work? A guy on the street?” Carmen replies and you flick away from his gaze, hand falling to your lap as your tongue burns with the desire to just say it all.

“You've got to tell me baby girl, you have to know I've got to make it right, I won’t sleep till I do. '' Carmen replies with a pained cry, like his heart is breaking from the thought of letting this go un avenged. And it's the tortured look on his face, it's the shake of his limbs like he wants to destroy and burn the entire world around him till he finds whoever has done this that uncurls your tongue and lets everything out in the open.

“What? This has been going on for months? Why didn’t you tell me?” Carmen replies, his thumb rubbing soft circles across your thigh.

“Didn’t want to scare you away Carmen, i love-i I like you a lot, more than I have anyone and I didn't want to fuck it up and unload all my problems onto you like a dumpster” You reply, and it sounds stupid when you say it out loud, and when Carmen looks up at you in disbelieved confusion.

“Huh? Oh sweet girl, I’m meant to help you bear it all, that’s why I'm here, and the idea of you thinking I'll love you any less, that I won't help you because of something like this haunts me. I’m meant to protect you yeah? That’s my fucking job, and I’ve failed it” Carmen replies with a grunt.

“No one has said anything like that to me” You say, eyes looking up to him, you weren't shocked, but you weren't, were not shocked, never had you experienced this, this burning adoration for another person, this soft warmth that burst through you at the sound of Carmen's voice promising his devotion, promising his unyielding protection. It armoured you more than a pocket knife ever could.

Carmen presses a soft kiss to your head, before shuffling around the kitchen, walking back into the dining tables, hushing out replies of ‘she's okay’ before coming back in with your things under his arm.

“What are you doing?” You reply in question, as he slowly picks you up with an arm, and gently places you back down. His eyes are constantly flickering to your side, like he’s torturing himself with the image of the first time he saw the horrific bruise across your side.

He had never felt true fear until then, the shatter of his heart beneath his breast as he realises you had gotten hurt and he didn't even fucking realise. Nothing had mattered but your safety and he scared himself with how much his body shook with a desire to destroy the person responsible.

“I’m driving back to your apartment, where you're going to grab your necessities, whilst I pay a visit to your little neighbour downstairs. You’re staying with me, for however long,” Carmen replies with a sneer, walking you through the back door, which you were all too thankful for, you couldn't bear to see the look on the crew’s faces if you had to walk back in.

“Carmen you can’t” You reply rushed, as Carmen slid you into the passenger seat, before clicking on your seat belt for you. He cocks his head, before raising his eyebrows

“Oh, I can’t? Honey, the police don’t do their job and my baby get’s fucking hurt. Nah, that doesn't work for me” Carmen replies, before rushing to enter the driver's seat, shifting the gear into drive before speeding down the city streets. 

His focused on the road, his face unblinking and he grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, you can’t stop looking at him, his gorgeous under the moonlight of the skies, his cheeks crimson from his tears, his cerulean blues calling to you like the sea, and the curl of his blonde hair falling like waves.

The view of your apartment complex comes into your vision as Carmen turns into the carpark in one swift move, you can’t stop the shake of your fingers and Carmen wants to slam his first into the steering wheel when he notices.

“You alright?” Carmen replies “You can stay here, I’ll grab whatever you need”

You want to stay, want to remain in the safety of his sleek tinted windows, but you want to face it too, and somehow that need is more important, he doesn’t get to win, no fucking way.

You unclip your seat belt, opening the door as you turn to him “You going to show me how you protect me or what?”

Carmen bites back a smile, god he was so fucking proud. He could tell you were scared shit less, and yet you fought through that fear, and god you mesmerised him. You were stronger than he could ever be, and he wanted to take that burden from you, carry it himself so you didn't have to.

Carmen jogs to the back of the car, reaching into the boot before the clunk of wood on gravel meets your ears. Carmen nods towards you, as he grips a bat under his arm

“He puts a bruise on you and i break all his fucking bones” Carmen replies, and you can’t stop the joy that image brings you

Carmen walks you to your apartment, waiting outside like a hawk, his bat tight against his grip as he watches the hallways, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you feel infinitly and utterly safe.

You throw your toiletries into a bag, grabbing a few nights of clothes and your work shoes. You eyes flicker around your apartment, it had been home to you for the past 4 years, and yet it felt so foreign to you now, you had grown to attest this place, this place you had filled with so much of yourself, and you hate him so much at that moment, for making you feel this way about a place you had once loved.

You leave your apartment with the door shut closed.

Carmen carries your bag and places them back into the back seat of the car, and as he begins to walk towards the apartment of your neighbour you reach a hand out to stop him.

“Honey, I’ve got to-” Carmen begins before you shut him quickly

“I want to watch” You reply quietly, and Carmen’s eyes flicker, before lacing his fingers into yours, as you both knock on his door.

There's a grumble before the clank of a chain slides open, and his face appears as the door opens to him, you can see the illuminated light of his TV glaring, the floor covered with pizza boxes and beer cans. You see in real time, how his face morphs from anger into fear, his eyes dropping as he sees the way Carmen practically shakes, and the man isn’t able to let out a word, a protest or wail of a plea before the crack of Carmen's wooden bat swings through the air.

-- -

“Are you sure he isn't dead?” You reply, as you dip a washcloth into warm water, wiping away the blood across Carmen’s neck

“He isn’t going to die if I wasn’t the one causing it, besides, if he does, that’s God finishing off the rest of it”. Carmen replies, raising his face so that you cleaned the last of the streaks of blood splattered across his jaw.

Carmen reaches for your hands, pressing a kiss to the top of them as he looks at you in that way like he yearns for you to be closer. 

“You need sleep, but first you need to eat, yeah?” Carmen replies, shushing your protests and he carries you to his room in his arms, after he notices the exhaustion in your limbs. It’s dark, illuminated only by the wall to ceiling windows that look into the busy city streets and light up sky scrapers. 

The sheets are strewn across the bed, haphazard like Carmen had rushed to get them off of him in the early mornings. Carmen slides you into them, tucking you within the soft pillowy blanket, sitting on the edge as he caresses your cheek softly.

He leaves for a moment, rushing to make you something to eat, his skin crawling with a need to feel you against him, nearly tripping over himself as he walks back into his room with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water.

Carmen sits next to you again, pressing spoonfuls of soup into your mouth and wiping the edges ceremoniously as you rest against the headboard half asleep. 

You don’t notice the way he looks at you, like he's trying to memorise every dip and curve of your face, his fingers clutching the spoon tight like he’s going to break if he doesn't hold you against him.

“Honey?” Carmen replies hushed

“Hmh?” You reply, your eyes heavy as the comfort of Carmen's warmth spreads through you.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you tell me everything okay? Everything” Carmen replies pained, like the events that transpired somehow still were not resolved, like breaking the man's legs wasn't enough for him.

“Okay” You reply, and Carmen places the dishes onto the bedside table, leaving it to the morning because he can't keep you away from him any longer.

Carmen joins you in the bed, the left side of his bed finally taken by somebody for the first time in a long time. Tugging you against him, Carmen curls your body to lay against his chest, his fingers softly gracing your back, soft circles that had begun to lull you to a sleep you hadn’t felt in months, years even.

The beat of Carmen's heart joins with yours, together and entwined like how it was always meant to be, why had Carmen waited so long? Why had he let time pass without you tucked under him, safe within his arms and away from all the horrors of the world.

It’s only when Carmen notices the shift in your breathing, falling into a soft exhale before he even lets the whispers of sleep grip him within its grasps, his shoulders finally release from its tensed state once he knows you've finally fallen into a sleep that had been kept from you.

“You don’t know how much I love you baby girl, it fucking scares me, but I’ll keep reminding you until infinity if I have to, until you know it deep down like I do” Carmen mumbles out, his eyes falling heavy and you grips you against his chest.

You don’t really know how, but even between the state of sleep and consciousness, you hear him, and you whisper between the space in your bodies, that you already do.

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𝑖𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛. . . 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦.

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all you’ve ever wanted was to be loved, like the sort of love that you’d find in hallmark movies and romance novels. 

maybe it was because it always seems to work out for the two best friends who realize that they’re in love with each other years down the line, doing the whole running to stop the train scene or booking the first flight to wherever the person was because they couldn’t help not being without them for another second.

yeah well this definitely isn't a movie this is real life. where you're in love with your playboy best friend. who has very clearly not shown any interest in you in the whole six years of your friendship, you should probably stop doting over him. 

then again it is quite difficult to do that since you can't help being attracted to him since he's the literal guy version of you, not in looks but in personality you were practically the same person.

sarah and kiera always comforted you whenever you'd see him chasing another girl. even though john and pope never said anything, you could see their obvious side glances at you.

you just couldn't wrap your head around why he couldn't see what was right in front of him, quite literally! 

pining over someone that wouldn't even look in your direction romantically doesn't really do wonders for your mental health. that’s how you ended up wrapped up in your covers with a large pizza with sweet home alabama playing in the background. the other pogues were at some party that you weren’t wanting to go to so you opted for the ‘self care’ night you were currently having.

your parents had conveniently gone out for a date night so you could sulk in peace.

ding dong!

“seriously? maybe if i stay quiet they'll just go away–” you think but were cut off by the constant ringing of the door bell.

groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed and downstairs, the doorbell still being rang in a songlike manner, looking through your peephole being met with a soaked jj.

You twisted the key and pulled the door open for him. “what are you doing here jay?” 

“nice to see you too, now if..you… don't mind.” he squeezed past you into your home, his clothes still dripping, grabbing a towel for him so he couldn't soak the carpet more than he already had, trying to spare yourself the lecture from your parents later.

“i thought you were at that party?” you questioned him as you watched him drag the towel across his body briefly before ruffling his hair with it.

“oh yeah! there was a noise complaint, cops showed up and they shut it down blah blah blah.” he let the towel hang over his shoulders as he approached you.

“thought i'd come and see my favourite person instead!” he smiled at you, looking up into his eyes. it was always a dangerous game with jj, that intoxicating blue had the tightest hold on you. he didn’t know that all he'd have to do is look at you to get pretty much anything he wanted.

you’d keep that to yourself though. 

“yeah, yeah. you're lucky i didn't leave you out in the cold.” you snorted, making your way back up to your room, him trailing close behind you.

“you know the drill, maybank.” 

“I know, no outside clothes on the bed,” he whined, standing at the bottom of your bed playfully throwing his head back, impatiently waiting for you to come back with the spare clothes he left with you. It made sense to leave some since he stayed over so often.

with a salute he shut the bathroom door.

you totally forgot what you were worried about with the way that jj made you laugh as you both joked and stuffed your faces with cold pizza. as the night went on you did manage to finish your movie with protests coming from the sleepy blonde.

not knowing how it happened but the two of you ended up cuddling, him being the big spoon you laying on his splayed out arm, the other thrown over your stomach. hearing his evened out breaths from behind you knowing he was asleep as the credits rolled.

smiling to yourself knowing he would doze off before the movie finishes since he always does.

“it hurts me, just how much i ache for you.” you whisper out loud before drifting to sleep..

Not knowing that he was actually awake beside you.

© ruewrote.

[ichigoromi]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Hello my lovelies~, it's been a hot minute since I've posted anything. Recently, I've been doing some job hunting after I quit my previous job and finally caught up on some of my favourite anime shows.

Blue Lock was one of those shows, and I am obsessed.

I hope you guys enjoy this little piece.

Pairing(s): Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Yukimiya Kenyu x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre(s): romance, fluff

Warning(s): None:)

Enjoy!

Written by the author from the perspective of 1.66m

Kunigami Rensuke — 1.88m (Height difference of 22 cm)

Kunigami loves the height difference between the two of you, he adores it.

The height difference that allows him to easily kiss your forehead, or to get you to call for him for help to reach things at the higher cabinet.

When you try to kiss him and he has to bend down to your height, he absolutely ate that shit up.

He loves to tease about your height even though you are considered quite tall for a girl, it’s just that your boyfriend is such a giant >.<

Since you two are neighbours, just different high school, he would go to your school to pick you up and go home together.

The students were whispering with each other when they saw the orange-haired teen standing outside of their school campus. It was one of the harshest winters that literally sends chills to your bones even with a thick coat.

Then, they watch the president of the school’s orchestra skipping towards him and falling straight into his arms.

“I told you not to run, the road is slippery from the snow. Aren’t you cold?” He took off the scarf around his neck to wrap it around yours.

“I know you’ll catch me anyways. Did you wait long? Practice ran a little late and we have to-Mmph!” Kunigami cut off your rambling by pulling you into a kiss.

When you two pulled away, your cheeks were flushed from the weather and embarrassment.

“Ren! You can’t do that in public! You idiot!” You scolded him and walk ahead of him to the bus stop.

But, with your short legs, he immediately caught up with his long legs.

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, so you can feel warm.

“I was just teasing you. I’ll treat you to some oden before we head home.” He kisses the temple of your head and guides you to the nearest convenience store for oden.

Mikage Reo — 1.85m (Height difference of 19 cm)

At first, Reo was indifferent about the height difference between the two of you.

But, as the more time that you two spend together and the little differences that he noticed.

He would now purposely put all your snacks and cup in the upper cabinet where you can’t reach and needs him to help you.

Reo would purposely slow down so he matches your pace but if he’s feeling playful, he would walk faster and hear your complaints about his long legs.

Since you both were in sports clubs, very often the two of you would compete in a 100 meters race.

If you lost, he would be teasing you the whole day about your short legs.

He knows that you hate losing, so he would treat you to your favourite food after school.

“What is wrong with you? Ugh, you’re so annoying!” Reo watches his girlfriend stormed away, speechless since this is the first time that you have lost your temper at him.

Everyone in the cafeteria went silent for a moment before going back to their own conversation.

Nagi who woke up from his nap, slightly confused as to what was going on.

“Reo? What’s going on?” Without saying anything, Reo rushed off after you.

You knew that Reo loves teasing you about your height but then it does gets pretty hurtful at times when he does not know when to stop.

He finds you back in your classroom, head buried in your own arms.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Can you lift your head up to look at me?” You shook your head and you heard him pull the chair in front of you and sat down.

Reo saw you swinging your legs and he taps on your arm again.

“Did you really dislike me teasing about your height?” You nodded your head to his question.

It seems like he did go over the line this time.

“Can you just lift up your head for a moment?” His large hands hold your face as you stared back at him with puffy eyes and flushed cheeks.

Now he feels even worse for making you cry.

“How do I get you to forgive me again?” His thumbs caress your tear-stained cheeks.

“I need a kiss, a visit to my favourite café and carrying of my school bag for the next two weeks.” Honestly, you have already forgiven him but you just wanted to see his reaction to your requests.

He leans in to kiss you on the lips then starts playfully peppering your face with his kisses.

“Alright! Stop it! You’re forgiven!” You giggled trying to pull away from Reo but this guy has an iron grip on you.

After five minutes of non-stop kissing from Reo, he finally stops and grins at you.

“I’ll pick you up after our club activities. See you later.” He kisses your cheeks before heading off to his classroom.

Your friends were just waiting patiently outside of the classroom for you lovebirds.

“What? Never seen a boyfriend kissing his girlfriend?” They all just rolled their eyes at you.

Yukimiya Kenyu — 1.84m (Height difference of 18 cm)

When you first dated Kenyu, he was a gentleman and all but now, he is still a gentleman, plus a kissing and cuddly monster and a major tease.

His friends were kind of shocked that he was dating you, an art student that he used to swore that he will never date an art student.

But all is well and you two have been together for almost a year and a half.

He still hates going to art exhibitions but he goes for you since he likes spending time with you.

The height difference between you two is just adorable and whenever he comes to get you from art period, people gush on how cute the two of you look beside each other.

He loves resting his chin on the top of your head.

Kenyu loves to tease you when your canvas is taller than you and needs his help to carry it, or when your art supplies are stored on the top cabinets since you practically have no space already.

He is always there to help you and add in a little teasing.

“Where do I put this? Also, why do you even need such a huge canvas? It’s even taller than you.” You can hear the teasing tone in his voice and instructed him to move it to the free space that you have cleared in your ‘studio’.

Well, your current studio is your older sister’s room, since she has gotten married and moved out of the house, it was all yours to use.

He loves coming to your studio, because it was just so you and besides his help is needed here.

“Yu-chan, we still have one more to move. Let’s go and we can rest.” You dust the dirt of your skirt.

His eyes remained a little longer at your bare thighs below your skirt, before you pinch his cheeks, snapping him out.

“Eyes up here. Let’s hurry up~!” You pull on his shirt and follows you back down.

After you two were done with the moving, you guys moved to your room to get some rest.

“Why are your legs so short? It’s so cute~!” Kenyu teased you as your legs entangled together on the bed, your cheeks squished against his chest.

“Then why are your legs so long? You’re so annoying. I’m just trying to cuddle with my boyfriend but he is always going on how long his legs are. I’m gonna just kick you off the bed if you continue to mention about my short legs.” You threatened and he immediately tightens his arms around you.

Kenyu likes to twirl your hair with his fingers and get some nap time with you. It’s not often he gets to spend time like this with you.

“Yu-chan, there’s a new exhibition popping out…and can we go during this weekend? If you’re free.” Kenyu frowns a little and then you sat up a little, so you’re facing him.

“Babe…you know how much I hate going to art exhibitions but for you, I’ll go. However, that means you own me 10 kisses and five cuddle sessions.” He bargained and you gladly took the deal.

After all, he is quite busy as a student and as a model. Plus, he has his football career to focus on.

“I’ll give you ten free kisses since you’ve worked so hard today.” Hearing that, Kenyu sat up immediately and press his lips against yours.

You love kissing Kenyu and that’s the only time he allows you to remove his glasses.

He pulls apart so you two can catch your breath but your kisses are so addictive that he pulls you close and press his lips against yours again.

In the midst of your makeout session, you two failed to hear the loud giggles and chattering of your older sisters and your nephews and nieces.

“Honey bear~, OHMYGOSH!”

The two of you pulled away immediately, you bury your face into Kenyu’s shoulders while he awkwardly waved at your older sisters.

Guess, there’s another time for the rest of the kisses.

Nagi Seishiro — 1.90m (Height difference of 24 cm)

Nagi is not so much of a tease but when he teases you, he was just so adorable. 

Sometimes, he is just too lazy to tease you but likes it when you whined about how tall he was compared to you.

He lowkey likes it when you two walks beside each other, and he likes to wrap one arm around your waist.

Or when you have to tug on his blazer to get him to walk slower so that your pace matches.

When you complain that he is too tall to talk to, he would bend down so that he is now face-to-face to you and stops you from complaining.

He also likes being the small spoon when you two cuddles, his legs were often over yours.

Since he is so tall, he sometimes doesn’t even notice you creeping from behind to surprise him.

After he was done with his football practice, Nagi waits in front of the entrance of the kyudo practice area. He was playing a game on his phone while waiting for you to come out of practice.

Practice ended later than usual, but Nagi always waits for you to finish up so he can go home with you together. Once you were done packing up and locked up the practice area, you head out to see your boyfriend engrossed in his game.

So, you did what you always did.

“Guess who~?” You sneaked your arms around his waist, almost made him dropped his phone.

“My tiny girlfriend, of course. Pass me your bag.” He took your Kyudo bag and while it looks huge on you, it fits him a little too small.

He slides his phone back into pocket and holds your hand as you two walks towards the front gate.

“Seisei, how was your practice? Did you train hard today?” Of course, you know his answer.

“It’s such a waste of time. I rather spend my time watching you practice. You look rather hot when you’re so focused on the target.” You rolled your eyes at his answer but he just leans down to kiss you on the lips.

He does this randomly, something that you still can’t get used to it.

“Wait a minute, why are so warm today? Even with layers of sweater and your coat?” He stops and bends down to let you fell his forehead and then his neck.

He flinches when your hand came in contact with his warm skin.

“You’re burning up! Let’s hurry back to your apartment.” He wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on top of your head.

Seeing you all panicky over him warms his heart up.

“Hmm, we can take the bus. There’s no taxi near our school and you asked your chauffeur to stop driving you back and forth. Don’t worry, it’s probably some cold.” He reassures you and you turned around to face him.

He was expecting a kiss from you but you flick his forehead instead.

“You idiot, you’re sick and you think it’s okay to stay any longer in this crazy weather?! I’m just going to call a taxi or hail one. The next bus is coming in 20 minutes!” You were getting anxious and this idiot boyfriend of yours was just laughing.

“I know, babe. I may have just caught a cold but I’m not dying. Take a deep breath and look at me now.” He cups your face and squished your cheeks together.

You took a deep breath and looks at him.

“Fine, but I’ll be your hot pack while waiting for the bus, okay?”

He has no complaints about hugging you while waiting for the bus. It’s his favourite thing to do.  

It was quite long, I guess? I wrote some of the taller guys in Blue Lock, and hope you enjoyed this piece! It's been a long time since I've written, so I hope haven't lost my groove!

I have also updated my navi page, well, it's a new colour theme:)

I hope you guys are doing well too. Maybe I might write about Haikyuu too!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

©️ ICHIGOROMI — Please do not plagiarise my work or re-edit and repost as your own.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[starcurtain]

Haikaveh Fics I Want to Read (Part 4)

1. The situation in Sumeru takes an unexpected turn for the worse as both corruption and the Abyss begin to encroach. Nahida foresees a way to protect her beloved nation, but it's going to take both extensive knowledge of King Deshret's records and the mechanical and structural workings of the old desert empire. How convenient that she knows two people who've researched exactly that.

Or: Alhaitham and Kaveh are forced to team up to finally complete the research project that tore their friendship apart years ago--and, in the process, maybe mend a little more than just their unfinished thesis.

And the rest are under the read more:

2. Haunted by his broken relationships and his idealistic dreams of what a proper, happy family should look like, Kaveh is completely blind to what's happening around him in the here-and-now; it takes him far too long to realize that the rowdy gang of people who've carved out niches in his daily life may not resemble the harmony of his childhood home, but are, nonetheless, a family--full of love.

It's just a found family feel-good fic, featuring: An Alhaitham who has been waiting forever for Kaveh to acknowledge his feelings, double date buddies Cyno and Tighnari who don't mean any of their complaints (about Alhaitham, Kaveh, or even each other), a merc who wanders in and out of their lives like a feral cat, a dancer with big dreams and a bigger heart, and two ancient supernatural beings who definitely aren't children but still sometimes really need an open door and a helping hand.

3. It's not a crime to dream, okay?! Kaveh knows he's not getting out of debt any time soon. He won't be able to build the beautiful mansion of his fantasies for a million more years. But that doesn't mean he can't at least plan for it, right? Right? It should have lots of light, and lots of garden space, and a built-in coffee bar, a good place for warm naps, and at least two desks, close to the Akademiya as a mansion can be, and maybe the library should be a little bigger--the Akasha is gone now, that just makes sense--

Or: Kaveh drafts the blueprints for his dream home. It takes him until the very last line to realize that he'd just assumed Alhaitham would also be there.

4. "Alhaitham is the most irritating person on the face of the earth! He's temperamental, deliberately irksome, lazy, and archons forbid you're in conversation range when he comes across something brand new in those books of his--you won't get a word in edgewise for hours!"

"Kaveh... Have you been drinking again? This doesn't sound like Alhaitham at all..."

No matter who he tells, no one seems to believe Kaveh's story that Alhaitham acts totally different around Kaveh than he does around everyone else. But it's true! Kaveh has to live with it everyday! Fed up with being doubted, Kaveh encourages their mutual friends to eavesdrop to prove it once and for all. If they see just how doubly frustrating Alhaitham really is in private, then maybe they'll finally grant Kaveh the commiseration he is due!

Cyno is in it for the blackmail evidence. Tighnari is in it for the betting pool. Aether's always in it, whatever "it" is. Nahida is nosy. Dehya is there for the laughs. And Nilou's not sure how she got involved at all, but she's definitely going to do her best!

(Or: The Sumeru Crew tries their hardest to spy on Alhaitham to prove he's a simp, and it goes exactly as ridiculously as it sounds.)

5. A 5+1 fic that's just a soft compilation of little things Kaveh has adjusted in his daily life to accommodate to living with Alhaitham (and one time Alhaitham returned the favor). They're small gestures, barely noticeable when taken individually-- remembering to stop for takeout on gloomy days because his roommate hates going out in the rain, memorizing the order Alhaitham uses to shelve his books, tip-toeing because Alhaitham always insists on napping in the living room, no more client meetings after 5pm--but together they form the picture of settling down softly, (sort of) easily, into another person's life.

6. After the Interdarshan Championship, Kaveh wades his way through the arduous process of dividing up and donating Sachin's estate, including properties in the Avidya Forest. But on one trip out to survey land, a run in with Ruin machines leaves Kaveh and Mehrak both worse for the wear. Injured and at the mercy of the jungle, far from help, Kaveh fears the worst--until he encounters a strange, cabbage-shaped creature that seems (if he's understanding its odd way of speaking) like it wants to help. Little does Kaveh know that "help" from an aranara may involve solving endless ancient puzzles, diving into the unfathomable world of dreams--and finding out things about his father that he never could have learned by himself.

Meanwhile, Alhaitham is a rational, calm individual who is most definitely not worried about his roommate disappearing while dealing with a nihilist's estate. He's absolutely not taking time off from his work duties to scour the forest for signs of a missing architect. And he certainly isn't forming any advanced conspiracy theory about forest fairies spiriting people away. Obviously not.

(Or: Kaveh is rescued in the jungle by the same aranara his father befriended decades ago, allowing him to heal some wounds both physical and mental. Meanwhile, suddenly finding himself alone opens up some wounds Alhaitham didn't know he had.)

+1, where Haikaveh isn't the main focus but is definitely still in the background:

A slight canon-divergent AU where, during the Interdarshan Championship, that weird "Hat Guy" takes an unintentionally fierce blow from Cyno and receives a wound that definitely... does not look like something a human being might experience. Kaveh notices and, in typical empathetic fashion, can't let it go--if he hadn't distracted Cyno with all his flailing, that injury might never have happened, so Kaveh's at least got to offer to help this (probably not-quite-human) stranger, right? There isn't any form of engineering on Teyvat that Kaveh can't manage, after all!

It's... easier said that done to actually corner the weird Wanderer, and even easier said than done to get him to agree to Kaveh's checks. But that difficulty is nothing compared to handling the history of abuse writ plain upon the puppet body's inner-workings or the story of centuries of grief the boy finally deigns to share.

Kaveh knows a thing or two about suffering, but there are some things no heart--however much the Wanderer claims to lack one--should have to bear.

If there's one thing Wanderer doesn't trust, it's generosity. If this gullible fool thinks he'll be allowed to fix all the damage Dottore left just completely free of charge, well, he has another thing coming. Say what you want about Wanderer, but he pays his debts.

Or: An odd-friendship fic where Kaveh fixes Scaramouche's injuries-- the ones that can be seen and even some that can't--and Scaramouche pays him back by trying help solve some of Kaveh's problems too, starting with the big, tactless one known as Scribe Alhaitham.

(Archons above, humans are stupid and the struggle is real.)

[chickenparm]

a little chilly (Scaramouche/gn!Reader)

ever had your parent or guardian lecture you about being careful in the cold? what about some fuckin dude you beat up in an giant mech suit and now he's convinced he's indebted to you-

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Scaramouche/gn!Reader 1,353 Words - SFW

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Dragonspine is most often a destination that you venture to alone.

Your traveling companions - whoever you have at your side at the time - conveniently have a thousand excuses on hand to avoid following you into the mountain's snowy landscape. You managed to coerce Kaeya into it once, and as a result, he's developed something of a sixth sense when it comes to impending trips into the frigid mountain range.

Even Paimon keeps herself tucked away in her pocket dimension with a request for you to simply call for her when things are a little warmer, a little less snowy.

Really, you don't mind it so much. Dragonspine has become a place of peace for you; it's somewhere that you can get away with the assurance you'll be completely alone. That isn't something you get very often these days, as much as you appreciate your friends.

So, when the time comes around for you to make a trip there, you don't bother to ask anyone if they'd like to accompany you. You can't fault them for not wanting to go there - it's really rather cold, and the activities you have planned don't involve much combat. Albedo requested your presence for a few experiments that only you can help with, and with the wrap-up of Sumeru's numerous fiascos, there's an abundance of free time on your hands before you start the cycle all over again in Fontaine.

Organized and ready for travel, you completely miss the eyes that look from the second level of your teapot home, elbow on the railing and chin in their palm. Only when the bag is swung over your back do you look up and see the Wanderer, looking for all the world like he wasn't watching you pack and re-pack and second guess how many warming bottles you'd need.

“Snezhnaya hasn't been moved ahead in the order, has it? You look like you're ready for a blizzard.”

“It hasn't, but close enough.” You shift the straps so they don't bunch up the fabric of your cloak and the warm clothing beneath it. “Albedo asked me to join him in Dragonspine for a little while.”

“Alone?” An eyebrow raises, the single word feeling rather weighty for something so innocuous.

Rather than question it, you focus more on trying not to lose your balance as you crane your head back to look at him. Maybe the bag is a little heavy, its weight tugging on you as you clarify, “He didn't specify that, but you guys don't seem to like the cold so I figured I'd go on my own.”

The Wanderer's sandals hit the floor with a quiet tap as he lands next to you, effortlessly using the vision at his chest to safely fall from the second floor to the first. There's an arm's length between you, a careful proximity he keeps from everyone, and it's something you find yourself noticing a little too often with a little too much annoyance.

He doesn't have to keep his distance from you. But if that's what makes him comfortable, you're in no place to be demanding things that he's unwilling to budge on.

“First of all, don't lump me in with them. I can't even feel the cold.” That could be the truth, or it could be a lie. You've heard a complaint or two out of him about the humidity of Sumeru, certainly the opposite end of the spectrum must also affect him.

He doesn't give you any chance to call him out on that before he promptly invites himself. “And second, it's dangerous. Someone should go with you - it'll have to be me, I guess. Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.” You parrot back, and while it's meant to sound derisive, it fails to do so when there's a smile spreading on your face.

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“Use another warming bottle. You're shivering.”

“I’m fine. I need to make sure they last the trips to and from Albedo's lab-”

“Surely he can make more when you get there. What sort of alchemist would he be if he can't make something to keep you warm?”

The snow crunches under his feet and your own as he keeps pace next to you. The distance has grown smaller, so much so that the wide brim of his hat keeps the soft flurries of snow from landing on you too much.

The Wanderer isn't warm. He hasn't bothered to change into thicker clothing, despite you offering him a cloak at the minimum. There's no body heat coming from him, nor is there the faint clouding of his breath in the air. You wouldn't think he was affected at all if it weren't for the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

But rather than worry about him, he's far too worried about you. First, it was your scarf being wrapped around your neck incorrectly. The moment the snow had begun to fall, he tugged you to a stop and unraveled it a little too roughly, only to snugly tie it back around the lower half of your face.

And when you nudged it down to breathe easier, he tugged it back up with a pinch of his fingers and an annoyed sound.

Then, the issue with the warming bottles. You had enough to reasonably get you to and from Albedo, but the Wanderer seemed convinced you needed to have one in use at all times, regardless of how wasteful that might be.

Equal parts annoying and endearing is the way he'll occasionally tug on your cloak to pull you to a stop, his hand sweeping across your shoulders to knock off any built up snow before telling you to stay put. After the third time he does this, you petulantly ask what he's doing and he shrugs with all the nonchalance of someone that's reading a grocery list, rather than being a complete mother hen.

“I’m checking around the bend for Hilichurls, obviously.”

“Without me?” Your answer raises in pitch, only mildly annoyed that he’s been leaving you behind. 

A disbelieving sound leaves him, and he gestures to you broadly as if that would explain things. When it doesn’t, he has the grace to clear things up. “When humans get cold, their reaction times get worse. It’s easier for me to handle it if there’s something ahead.”

And then, a knowing smile starts to spread across his face, ominous and far too reminiscent of a time when he wasn’t someone you could depend on to keep you safe. “Unless you use a warming bottle to counteract that.”

Without complaint, you let him travel ahead around the bend to verify that it’s safe. When he comes back with the scent of burning clinging only faintly in the air, you keep your mouth shut. There’s something smug about him as he dusts himself off from imaginary dirt and says, “What a coincidence, there’s a fire up ahead. You should warm up there.”

Coincidence indeed. 

His fingertips graze the skin of your cheeks as he tugs your scarf up on each side, up and over your nose once more. As an afterthought, he tugs your hat down over your ears as well, spending a little too long making sure you’re situated to his liking.

“And keep your scarf up. Your nose is more likely to get frostbite than anywhere else. I’m not above holding it for you.”

“I’ll suffocate!” Your words are muffled, but he understands them just fine as he turns away and sets off down the marked path. 

Over his shoulder, he calls, “But you’ll be warm doing it. Let’s go, I didn’t put in all the work to get this fire going just for you to mess around until it burns out.”

The hilichurls that once sat around this fire have been pushed into the thin bushes, their leafless branches doing nothing to hide the prior occupants. You don’t say anything about it, neither does the Wanderer. He sits close enough to you next to the fire for his shoulder to press solidly against your own, you don’t say anything about that, either.

[barbieb0y]

with a snap of the fingers.

day 6 already!! we're in the final stretch!!!!

for today, i went with a comfort unasked for yet welcomed ! and a wall of snow keeps us hidden kinda

this one is definitely more elaborate than my previous work ... bc this one's a fantasy au!! ive had this vivid image of paper cut and joe being a mage and a blacksmith respectively and them being kinda neighbors in a village. but it kinda extended to other characters too so you may see them here. also i used my actual name here bc paper cut doesnt sound like it'd fit in a fantasy setting 😭 and also his personality here is kinda inspired by a character named beryl from a game called sword of convallaria! here hes a really skilled mage whos kinda cocky but ultimately still a socially awkward dude who doesnt go out much. lol

if i have time, i'll expand on this au a little more! but for now, aside from what i said above, this au has sonetto as the "main character" or the hero who keeps coming back to the village from dungeon raiding (bc i cant see vertin doing it despite her technically being the protag in re99). kinda like dungeon meshi (<- read like 5 chapters of dunmeshi)

i love roguelikes so the idea of the hero reviving after dying in an always shuffling and changing dungeon appeals to me. so that happens to sonetto in this au

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT i just enjoyed writing this a lot. anyways

Safar hates to admit it but he is very much snowed in.

Usually he wouldn’t mind the blizzard causing it - hell, sometimes he’d celebrate - but he needed to go out to get some potions from Sotheby across the village. It’s just misfortune after misfortune for him this winter season.

He can only mumble complaints under his breath as he instructs various (previously) inanimate objects to tidy up the place. It’s a rare occasion as he can be… quite the disorganized individual, despite having the convenience of magic literally at his fingertips. Though the process itself isn’t as magical, ironically enough.

Everything comes to a stop when he hears a banging on the door. His complaints double as he stomps over to the door. He quickly casts a translation spell, just to throw a warning to whatever monster threatens to break into his house.

“Get the hell out, you freaks! Do not piss me off!”

Instead of growling and howling, he is instead met with some coughs. Very humane coughs (or at least, humanoid). His temper subsides slightly at the possibility that annoying winter monsters finally got the hint after many, many years.

“I have no idea what you’re saying but it’s me, Joe! Y’know, the blacksmith next door?”

The big, tough guy next door? The sole source of all the sound pollution that made Safar soundproof his walls? Well, at least it’s a human. They’re supposed to be good at reasoning with other humans. At least, the mage hopes so.

Even then, it’s strange that the blacksmith is out there during a literal blizzard. Like it or not, the mage has to let the tough guy in, lest he dies out there. The snow-drenched blacksmith stumbles in, which helps with the mage’s attempt to open and close that front door as quickly as humanly possible.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The host spouts the moment he slams the front door. It’s a genuine question asked sort of out of concern but the mage has to admit he didn’t want any kind of visitor, monster or not. Thankfully, his little inanimate servants managed to clean up the place in time for the unexpected visitor.

“I was on my way home but then the snow got super heavy and well. Your place is nearer and my balls are freezing.”

Safar can’t argue with that. He can interrogate where he was from once they settle down. And so the mage surrenders to his fate with a sigh, making his way towards his shelves flowing with ingredients of many varieties. Making the blacksmith feel right at home will be a piece of cake.

“I do not want to hear about your freezing balls. Sit down over there, I’ll make some tea. Or are you more of a coffee guy?”

Out of habit, the mage starts throwing out everything he’s not looking for. Joe is oblivious to this despite all the noise he’s making and simply enjoys himself on the very comfortable couch, right beside a very cozy fire.

“I’m fine with anything.”

The blacksmith begins to lay down on the couch. Safar knows well that Joe has the luxury of being a guest and it’s common courtesy for him to treat the guest well but he can’t help but think for someone so big and tough-looking, he sure as hell seems content to not put those muscles to use.

Well, whatever! He’s a mage for Pete’s sake! He has the convenience of using supernatural powers to aid him in his daily activities! And moving things around with magic is child’s play for the best mage in this village!

He proves this point by snapping his fingers, which drops a whole tea set (with cookies on the side) on the coffee table in front of Joe. The guest jumps from the sudden movement, though the self-pouring kettle remains unfazed.

“And anything you will get.”

The host smugly proclaims as he struts towards his guest. With another snap of his fingers, lanterns illuminate the living room. He looks around the room, pondering if there’s anything else that needs some finger-snapping. Ultimately, his gaze lands on the fireplace. He sneaks a glance at Joe.

“Is the fire warm enough?”

Increasing the heat of the fireplace requires more effort than just finger-snapping but the extent of it just consists of the inconvenience of having to grab an extra ingredient from his stuffed shelves. Yet Joe only smiles at the host, as warm as the flames that lick the smooth stone.

“Yeah. The perfect temperature actually.”

Safar’s smug smile turns into a genuine one. He has to admit – the guy’s energy is contagious. Having his mood lifted up slightly prompts him to join his guest near the fireplace as he quite literally lifts himself up off the floor, hovering in midair in a cross-legged sitting position. Joe pretends to not be impressed but the mage can tell he’s stealing glances.

It’s easy for the mage to forget certain tricks up his robe’s sleeves are unthinkable for other people, especially for a regular human such as Joe. Some think the mage can be a little too boastful for his own good but Joe isn’t part of that crowd - he deserves to be boastful. He’s the most skilled mage in the village! That much can be seen with the huge certificate that’s pinned up right above the fireplace. The words “BEST MAGE IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE” in the mayor’s crude handwriting swell with pride.

“...Reminds me of my forge back home.”

The blacksmith comments on the warmth of the fireplace, but it also alludes to the fact that he has a certificate in his workshop too - except it says “BEST (AND ONLY) BLACKSMITH IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE”. He always chooses to ignore the words in the parentheses.

Joe lets his eyes wander around the small establishment. It’s a simple little house, the only doors there being the front door and the bathroom door. Everything else is open-ended and connected, with only some half-walls partitioning specific rooms. The place is both tidy and messy. He doesn’t even have to try to feel right at home. Maybe he already is.

…Or not, because Safar is basically a stranger to him.

“Oh yeah, where were you going before the storm hit anyway? I thought you didn't go out of your smithy?”

Right when he thought to start up a conversation, the mage had that handled. Even the blacksmith himself forgot he was out and about still when the storm hit. He racks his brain at the interrogation.

“Sonetto just finished another dungeon run and managed to bring back some good metals for me to mess with and uh… I got excited.”

Safar can never understand Sonetto’s insistence on making her way down that cursed dungeon. But he supposes that strong sense of justice is the reason why she’s The Hero. Bestowed with powers of reincarnation, she’s basically immortal. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for her though.

He never understood why so many yearn for eternal life. Initially he believed that those people merely have an innate desire to be remembered forever which then translates into desire for immortality. Yet he doubts Sonetto is one of these people, despite being The Hero. She’s… really just a good person at heart.

The mage tries to illustrate the image of both Sonetto and Joe in the same room. Hm. A little too full of sunshine for his liking. But no doubt it’d be a delightful room to be in all the same.

“Probably should’ve stayed put then, dude. There’s a reason why people say patience is a virtue.”

The mage comments as a cup of tea makes its way towards him. He downs all of it in one gulp.

“Don’t remind me. I’m impatient as hell.”

The host has to give it to him, he is self-aware at the very least. Safar laughs at his response, Joe pouting at the former’s reaction. The mage then offers a sincere smile. “I get it. Why do you think I use magic for everything?”

He has to admit it too. The mage can be a very prideful person in front of others but behind that closed door, he yearns for a lazy life just as any tired person does.

“Lucky. All I got are these awesome muscles.”

Joe flexes his left arm, bicep bulging boastfully. The mage finds himself entranced by the display. It’s a reminder of his preferences for people to stare at. His gaze is a little too shameless.

“Like what you see, don’tcha?”

Blood rushes to Safar’s face almost immediately at his comment. He would respond but he knows the words that’d leave his lips will stutter. So instead he turns towards the fireplace, attempting to be enchanted by the flames’ dance instead.

“...This is nice. We never really had the time to get to know each other.”

To his relief, Joe changes the topic just as quickly as he was to tease Safar. The latter says nothing for a while.

“Yeah.”

Joe was definitely an uninvited guest but Safar would be lying if he says that his presence is not comforting. And for the time being, the blizzard outside will keep them hidden from the outside world for a little while. More than enough time to forge a friendship.

And it’ll be easy as snapping your magical fingers.

[zedxspacess]

I'm just so fucking pissed right now, some dumb fuck shit happened at my brother's job, which is in the food industry but they also get contracted to make food for fire fighters, EMTs, other first responders for disasters.

So, he works for a local restaurant chain for their catering department. In the past few months, they started operating out of the kitchen of the local fire college (the place where firefighters get trained) in exchange for serving food to the students, replacing the in-house kitchen staff. So this set up is extra convenient in times like right now where the food and first responders are in close contact with each other, the headache of distribution is somewhat mitigated. The kitchen staff usually work like 15-20 hour shifts during seasons like this because they have to cram making thousands of meals per day in so much time.

The school operations had to close because of the hurricane. The facility is still being used by actual fire fighters for their jobs, but the students are not fully trained yet and need to be evacuated. The sad part is there are some students from out of state with not many options or plans to go on short notice, but had to scramble to leave where the hotels and interstates are full.

With there being extra dorms open, the fire college offered the kitchen staff to stay on campus so they don't have to travel home in these conditions, plus they can get more work done per day if they can stay as late or wake up as early as needed; everything is a quick walk. To be extra generous, the college even offered the families of the kitchen staff to stay over too because well. It's a fire college where they train fire fighters, it's probably one of the safest, well built facilities in town right now. My brother and I were just talking about us transferring there tomorrow, and trying bringing our younger sisters who don't live with us out there too if there's room. My bro's supervisors and co-workers were all planning on bringing their families, one of them wanting to bring his wife and month old baby to the facility because he lives an hour south of the place.

Enter: fire college cleaning lady who I'll call Miss Susie. Now, Susie is the head cleaning lady who's been dropping not so subtle hints about wanting to join the kitchen staff. But at the same time, she also has some heat with them for replacing the old in-house kitchen staff. She had been politicking for months to get in the old kitchen and become the head chef before my brother's company came in, and starting all over again with the politicking is a headache. But if anything, she butts in when she's not supposed to and distracts the staff with offers of "help" that actually hinders, esp on busy days like today.

Today, she filed a complaint to the higher ups to the fire college saying "it's not fair this contracted restaurant chain staff is allowed to stay in the dorms while the students had to be kicked out, why are they here". Which I'll be honest, is a half fair observation. At the very least, let the students who are from out of state stay over along with the kitchen staff. But what did the higher ups decide instead? Ok, kitchen staff and their families aren't allowed to stay in the dorms anymore! Everyone go home in the afternoon in hurricane conditions, but also cram 15 hours of work in 8!

Good job lady! Now no one gets to use the dorms and you're overworking the kitchen staff feeding the first responders! All that fucking space, all the beds, the running water, the generators, the brick buildings in close proximity to first responders; all of that is going to waste now!! The best scenario is if the students with no where to go and the kitchen staff+families could stay on campus. If the facilities can't be open to the public, at least there would be some people staying safe and it may as well be the workers' families. If you really cared about the students like you say you are, why make the complaint now and not when the students were being evacuated? But nope!!!!

It's not like all of families were going to be free loaders either, one of my bro's supervisor's relatives ended up helping the kitchen staff! I was getting ready to talk to them so I could help them in the kitchen tomorrow to do something! But nope!!!!! All of this, because of some faux, fake ass concern born out of pettiness that just ended up screwing over so many workers. And the fact the higher ups even took her seriously and made that decision is :)))))

[lilyblackdraws]

Didn’t feel like continuing the main story so I wrote something short about another new character I came up with.

"Miss Thistledew... It's 10am. You have guests  to receive at 12." A hand rises from the large bed and waves dismissively. "...can still sleep... until noon." "Miss Thistledew, please."I pull her blanket away and frown. Sleeping naked again, as per usual. She's attractive, but it'd be nice if she wore her clothes. She glares at me, but still isn't quite awake yet. "Rain... delay... it's fine." She closes her eyes, reopens them and sits up in her bed. "Good morning, Theresa. Is there anything that ails you?" "No, I'm in perfect health." She waves her hand and I feel a pulling sensation in my lower body. My slight headache dissipates. "It's fine to drink, but tell me when you did, so I can remove the lingering hangover." "Yes, Miss Thistledew. Now, if you could get ready for today's reception, please?" She nods and swings her long legs out of the bed. She doesn't particularly work out, but she's tall, well-built and has really nice legs. I can't help but stare at them as she gets up in one fluid motion. A solid 30cm taller than me. If she noticed my gaze, she was gracious enough to overlook it. After stretching briefly, she walked over to a chair. Looking at it, I could tell that she had sloppily draped her clothes over it. Can't even call it an outfit. I move to intercept her. "Miss Thistledew, you still have to bathe. And you have to be dressed properly for this." She gives me a pitying look "Won't this do?" She nods downward. I fall for it and look, but quickly close my eyes. It's obvious that she's aware of me finding her attractive and she intends to abuse it. "No." "I'll bathe when I feel filthy and I'll wear what's convenient. If you didn't hold me up with all this nonsense, I could've slept til 12." "It's not me, who's holding you up, it's social conventions." "This is my home, I'm the head of the family and I will present myself as I please." "As is convenient, you mean." "Is my attendant getting cheeky with me?" She's still naked... "I'm "getting cheeky with you" in my capacity as an envoy of the main family." She frowns. "Ugh, you really had to pull that one. Be like that, I guess. Go and run me a bath then." "Very well. Would you like something to eat before the reception?" "No." A while later, Miss T. returns from an extended bathing session and approaches the chair she had placed her "clothes" on. "Where are my clothes?" "I have them right here. Your hat, your overcoat and your formal robe." After lifting my right arm where I had draped her clothes over, I point at the small table by the chair, where I placed her underwear. "But first, please put these on." She rolls her eyes, but gets to it without verbal complaints. The tights really compliment her legs. It's a real shame that she has such a slovenly nature. Her robes are a dark, grey-blue colour and sleeveless, very light around the upper body, but feature an extra layer on top of the lower half where the family's insignia is imprinted. They go all the way down to the floor, a fact that she likes to abuse to not wear shoes or socks. I always have to watch out for that. One of these days she really will have enough of being wrangled by the main family and just go her own ways. Mother made it very clear to me that she doesn't want that, so I have to pull off this precarious balancing act of indulging in her whims while also making sure she fulfills her duties. I don't know, why she needs to be kept on a short leash like this. Her purifying magic isn't that unique and her predictive ability is... of questionable use. It only ever seems to come up right when she wakes up and it's usually completely illegible anyway. It can't be about her wings either. They're a rare feature, but not unheard of. I feel like she has a bit of a complex about them, since even with as much as she abhors putting effort into her appearance, she always wears her overcoat. Her wings lift it up, but they're covered by it. They're still completely visible, but you can't tell that they're not fully-developed. But with how her robes are designed to accomodate her wings, this leads to her back always being open. I can't help but want to touch, but I have yet to fail to restrain myself from doing so. "It's raining pretty heavily all of a sudden," I hear Miss Thistledew say, breaking me out of my contemplations. I look out the large window through which the garden around the separate building she sleeps in can be seen. She did mention the weather would get bad earlier when she was half awake. "I will get an umbrella, you wait here." "Sure, sure." She waves her hand dismissively and sits down in her chair without breaking eye-contact. She can be so childish with these matters. I hurry through the heavy rain to the main building. It seems to be getting stronger by the minute. When I return with the umbrella, Miss Thistlewood is already waiting by the door. I hold it open for her. She bunches up her robe with her left hand to pull it up a bit and together we walk through the rain into the dining hall. "Thank you, Theresa," she says as she sits down in one of the chairs that has a good view of the window. The entire house is built with very large windows, as Miss T. enjoys gazing out into the forest it's built in. "Shall I arrange for refreshments?" "No. This is merely business and I will deal with it as concisely as socially acceptable." The last two words are as drenched in disdain as her guests must be in water right about now. I bow wordlessly and leave the hall. Noon passes with nobody arriving. I reenter the hall. Miss T. tilts her head towards me and gives me an empty look. Some might think that she is asleep, given her leaned-back, sunken posture in the chair, with her head resting on her fist, but I know better. The slight frown, which is the only emotion betraying the void that is her expression, the gentle taps of her foot that still produce a stinging sound from the soles of her shoes colliding with the stone floor. I sigh. "Miss Thistledew, your guests..." "Aren't here yet." "Yes." Here it comes. She'll complain about how she could've slept for another two hours, easily. "Theresa." "Yes, Miss Thistledew?" "Do you know what I could've been doing in these past two hours instead of preparing for this meeting and waiting in this chair?" I shift my eyes to the side. "Theresaaaa, do you know? Do you know what it is I could be doing right about now?" "Sleeping, I imagine." "Correct. That's why you're my attendant. You're so smart!" "Noone could have known." "You knew." "There is no way I could have been aware of the sudden shift in the weather or this heavy delay." "When it started raining, I noticed your look. I made a prediction earlier when you woke me, didn't I?" "You did, yes." "It was about the weather and how it will cause a delay in my guests' arrival, wasn't it?" "Yes." She lifts herself out of her chair with theatrical effort and slowly walks towards me. She leans forward and puts her right hand on my cheek. She lets it rest there for just a moment before moving down to my chin. She takes a firm hold of it and tilts my head upwards to look into her eyes. They're anything but empty now. "Theresa. We don't need this. If you witness a prophecy and manage to decipher it. Then you are to take it into account for any plans that might be affected by it." "Miss Thistledew..." I'm having slight trouble articulating myself with her squeezing my face between her slender fingers. She lets go and goes back to her upright pose, looking down at me. "When will they arrive?" "You didn't say anything about that. The only parts of it were that it would rain, which would cause a delay and that you could safely sleep until noon." She tilts her head and frowns. "I know that my futuresight is the reason the main family keeps such a stranglehold on me, so you could at least put your trust into it." "It's just... your prophecies don't evoke a lot of confidence." "I know. Doesn't help that I can't ever remember them myself. But the results speak for themselves. I'm never wrong." I squeeze my hands between each other. "Yes." She sighs and relaxes her expression. "It's fine. I'm over it. Ready whatever could be needed when my guests finally come here so they can be comfortable. Towels, something warm to drink, whatever, I really don’t care." It's a bit scary how capricious she is. One moment she's genuinely upset over something and in the next she's over it... "Yes, Miss Thistledew." She sits back down and starts looking out the window again. Some time later, the guests arrive. Properly soaked and apologetic. After helping them dry themselves off, Miss T. shoos me away to “do something servant-like". I spend my time doing some reading. Outside of these obligations, she's very easy to take care of. There's not much to clean up and she doesn't really care about things being orderly anyway. As long I prepare food and leave her to herself otherwise, she's quite friendly. While I'm reading I decide to send my familiar eye to check on the dining hall. I use my magic through it to perceive everyone's heat signatures through the wall. Three people. The guests still seem a bit chilled. She has them sit next to each other opposite of her seat. Their postures don't exactly signal confidence. Whatever this is about, nobody is having fun in there. Afterwards I send my eye into the kitchen to check on the food too. Nothing to be done there yet. Miss T. ends up seeing the guests off herself. The sky cleared up very quickly after they arrived, so she insisted they leave right away after their talk was finished. Before I know it, she's already back in her the bedroom. I try to check on her, but the door is locked and the windows barred. That's fine, there's nothing else planned for today.

[moon-with-a-sparkle-of-love]

Hi bestfriend,

I'm sorry I'm backing off,freeing you from the unnecessary 'you're my priority' and 'I would die for you' shit. You have seen parts of me no one has and probably life is hard on you too, but I'm sorry I'm so broken I cannot handle any more jerks. I let you go, you don't have to be answerable to me, you already never were but I thought we built something solid over the time but guess what? It's really true, priorities change. Yours did too, it's okay. I won't say I'm not hurt, you've hurt me. Unintentionally maybe, but you have. What hurts the most is you really meant it when you said you are desperate for love, so desperate that you thought it's okay to blur out everyone else, even me. Yeah I'm not someone special, I've always known but when you knew you couldn't hold up to your words why did you make me feel so loved? I was doing fine without you, I was living. Why did you make me realise I could actually find solace in a human, that I could really call a human as my home or my safe place?

This may sound dramatic bestie, but I gave you my attention each time we talked, each time I rang you up, or each time you were in a crisis. You did too, but only when it was convenient for you, I never expected the world from you but I did expect a fair share. You were the only person I had high expectations from. I was really okay with bare minimum, you made me known to the fact that I can actually really be someone's choice, not option. That I could be someone's top priority, someone's safe person, someone's 'I think about you whenever I am in need' person and someone could be mine.

I am still grateful though, grateful because you just proved humans are the worst, most selfish and greedy types of people. Thankyou for proving it to me that I was and will never be anyone's priority and that I'll never find a friend like I am. Thankyou so much for making me realise how much I relied on you for my happiness, I still do. Although, now I know how to hold it in. I promise I'll not worry you, never have you go through a hard time deciding who to text just because I am one of the two texting, I'll not complaint if I get updates about you from not you but someone else. I'm also sorry I am not understanding your situation this time, I promise I always do and I promise I'm not writing this in a furry, I'm infact crying. Crying that atleast once in my lifetime I chose to let go when it got too much.

I'm sorry honey, I'm probably making you feel guilty. I don't mean it. I'm just hurt, in a way maybe you would never understand, not that I expect that. I'm just grateful, very grateful and sorry again for not understanding you're undergoing so much but you need to know, so am I. I know giving attention to your close ones is important but you need to know I see you online, everytime you ignore my texts or leave me on seen.

We've never met in real life bestie, but because of you I now know how bestfriends really feel like. That is if they're my bestfriend and I am theirs and not just for namesake but from the heart.

To the last time I call myself that,

With love,

- your 'bestie' <3

[iantimony]

tuesday..tuesday again....again........

listening: so okay i did life drawing last night with my roommate on our TV using lineofaction and she put on a random drawing playlist on for music and there were some songs on there that made me go wait. wait is that evanescence?? wait i don't know that one??? and it turns out they fucking released new music in 2021?????? anyways it's full of bangers naturally, i went and listened to some of their older stuff too for a nostalgia kick

reading: i reread some of the beginning of the merlin cycle because apparently in some editions there is a description of the logrus in the prologue which i've never seen?? so i read that and started trumps of doom before reluctantly putting it aside for work. i'll probably reread the series over break this year it feels like it's been enough time

watching: i could have put this in listening but they have VISUAL SLIDES on YOUTUBE so i can put it in watching >:b

feat. the line "so I thought we'd look at a few recent [shitty vanity projects] that are close to home by america's closest analog to an absolute monarch, that's andrew cuomo" which made me lose it (at around 11:30 in the video recording if you want, the delivery is sooo good)

there's also a really funny bit in their news segment because this was right around the time that greene of shitty politician fame was talking about the jewish space lasers and one of the hosts is jewish and was riffing off of it

playing: n/a

making: more crochet!! officially over halfway done!!!

BONUS: what delights have I experienced?

walking around: ive done a lot of silly little walks because i've gotten re-invested in pokemon go, mainly because it's an excellent way to kill time in airports and also my office at school is situated between three pokestops and my apartment is in the range of one so it's very convenient here in a way that it isn't back in NY for me...walked around the morikami last week which was sooooo pretty and nice

fellowship: i did spend time with family, mostly oh god at what cost etc. but i did get to see my favorite cousin who i havent seen in ages because covid + he lives in oregon so that was great

deliciousness: my aunt and uncle's politics suck big fucking ass but goddamn can they cook a meal. thanksgiving food was a++ no complaints except that i was a fool and only took like three spears of asparagus before it was all gone

goofing: literally just hanging out with my mom...she thinks my sound effects are very funny so we've just been going a! i! o! oei! at each other

no transcendence, amelioration, coitus, or enthrallment this week

[blueviewgaragedoor]

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[wowitsrohan]

Ok you know what I'm always talking about missing big things from my memories like my family and my home but I never talk about the small stuff so I'm gonna do that rn bc I feel like it 🤷 why not

Yeah I may use this blog to ramble about memories I have nowhere else to and they're always on my mind ok so if you have a problem with that send your complaints to (a beep starts playing and you cannot hear me over it) 😒

I miss my old artstyle! I don't exactly know how to describe it but I could draw pretty realistically really quickly.. I'm stuck with a pretty cartoonish artstyle currently but as soon as I learn how to re-learn my old skills I'm getting my old style back ASAP

Also they sold this strawberry cheesecake flavored ice cream at Owson (local convenience store in town) and it was SO GOOD. I miss morioh food 😔!! Stuff isn't as good here tbh!! Dunno what it is about the morioh air that just makes food absolutely amazing

The scenery too wow. Morioh was a really beautiful town! Sure the sky was yellow but you get used to it. There was an ocean pretty close to my house n I liked just kinda going over there every now and then when I was bored or needed to clear my head. There were a lot of flowers literally all over town , the land was very taken care of and I think it was very easy to tell. We (morioh citizens) poured our hearts and souls into taking care of the environment!!! And it payed off! Was breathtaking

Also. Sounds silly but I miss my eyes. My eyes were so cool you guys don't understand. Grips your shoulders. One was purple and the other was green. THAT'S SO COOL. Why can't I have purple eyes here 😞 !?! I mean I guess technically I do in the innerworld but it's not the same man.. not the same..

Ok that's all byebye Tumblr people

[justwritedreams]

New Years Day | Mark Lee

Mark x reader, friends to lovers!au, Johnny being Johnny. 

Word count: 2518

Genre: fluff

Author: maari

Warnings: none.

Note: here we go again another pure fluff of mark because i’m dreaming with this man every single day and IT’S KILLING ME

Summary: It's a tradition to you and Mark spend the new year's day together, but things turn out to be better than you guys planned

"Johnny, you're cheating!" you accused after seeing him make a suspicious move for the third time.

“I’m not.”

“I saw you take more money out of the bank.” you pointed and he tried not to laugh but ended up giving in.

“Man, if she saw it it's because you took it. She has eagle eyes.” Mark spoke and saw his friend return what he had taken too much.

“It was just because I was going broke.” he explained and everyone laughed at his disappointed face.

“Anyway, Taeil really won, he has more property.” Mark threw the cards he had on the board, handing over the game.

You gave up too and saw the eldest smile with pure pride.

You had been playing Monopoly for hours, it was the 31st and you had agreed with Mark to spend the day having fun for the turn of the year. Johnny and Taeil were in the dorm so they joined the two of you.

“Who's hungry?” Taeil asked and everyone raised their hands. “Johnny help me get some things.”

Johnny got up without complaint and went to the kitchen with him.

“Hey, thanks for agreeing to spend the day like this.” you told Mark and saw him smile in a way that made his cheeks bulge.

"It's our tradition, I would accept anything."

You laughed, you knew that was true.

Mark would accept even if the two of you looked at each other until midnight in complete silence, your presence was good for him.

“I know, and I'm so grateful for that. And for having you by my side.” you confessed, seeing his smile widen even more.

You'd known Mark since he was a rookie at SM, you lived in your aunt's convenience store next door to the building they lived in so it was easy to get close to him, since most of the guys broke certain rules to go buy any junk in the store.

Mark has always been very polite and the fact that you two are foreigners seemed to help you even more to reach the level of intimacy you are today. As the work at the beginning of the year was intense, it was almost certain that he would spend the new year in that region, and for you it was more complicated to come home at this time of year.

In the first year, with no friends and almost no acquaintances, you spent the turn on the sidewalk of the small apartment you lived in with your aunt, across the street from the store. Coincidentally, or as Mark said that fate decided to help, he and some friends were on the street that day seeing you so alone in a time that no one should spend isolated, according to him, Mark approached and you talked until dawn.

Since then, even though you saw each other a few times during the year, since his schedule was more crowded than the traffic in Seoul, he always made a point of being there with you at the turn of the year.

It became a tradition between the two of you.

You missed him, you couldn't deny it, cell phone conversations never managed to fill the void that his absence left and he felt the same way.

Without you knowing, you were feeling for each other more than friendship.

To be honest, you never called each other friends.

Okay, the word could summarize what you had so far, but the curiosity to know what it would be like if you were more than that was part of your daily lives. Sometimes you were so lost in Mark's lips as he talked nonstop that you were caught in the act, have you lost count of how many times Mark snapped his fingers in front of you to get you out of the trance and then he laughed, making you blush. And Mark felt his palms sweat and a weird feeling in his stomach every time he got a text from you, wishing every time he could be by your side to admire your face..

Friends didn't feel like kissing, right?

"That's what the new year is about, babe." he replied and hugged you by the shoulders, kissing you on the head, you stayed like that until Johnny and Taeil came back from the kitchen carrying goodies.

You loved the sweet way Mark said the nicknames he gave you and it was so natural, you were both used to it. In fact, when you called each other by name it was because something was wrong.

Johnny sat next to you with that little smile of someone who already understood everything while Taeil and Mark put the game away, before Johnny could say something that would make you embarrassed, because he was going, you took the first food in front of you and stuck it in his mouth.

"Oh, there's a game I downloaded for us to play today, it's a lot of fun." Mark spoke with a childlike animation that made you smile and he followed Taeil into the bedroom.

"You were quick this time, but I'm not going to eat marshmallows all night." Johnny spoke as he chewed the candy and you looked at him.

“No problem, that's what chips and coke are for.” you smirked and he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“You should tell him right away, even Doyoung already noticed the way you look at Mark.”

Johnny didn't push the subject any further once the boys came back and you wondered if maybe he was right.

I mean, your crush on Mark wasn't recent, you always found him extremely charming and it was a matter of time for the crush to be born, you didn't even remember how it happened but when it came, with each passing day it got harder to ignore it.

You only hid it because you knew it was the right thing to do. Mark knew talented and beautiful artists, he was charismatic and attracted everyone's attention, you couldn't imagine him reciprocating the feeling for a simple mortal like you. And it wasn't even because you doubted yourself, it's because you really thought it was impossible.

Little did you know that Mark felt the same way about you, the urge to protect you, to be with you when you called him in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep, he loved to sing to you until he could hear your calmer breathing, indicating that you had managed to sleep.

But it was hard to ignore what Johnny had said.

Perhaps the time had really come. You just didn't know how to do it.

(...)

You and Mark sucked at games when you were in the same group.

And the fact that Johnny and Taeil laughed hard at you made things worse.

Mark had come up with the idea of ​​you guys playing “Who am I?” that game where you put your cell phone to your forehead and your partner tries to help you figure out what you are.

Well, Johnny and Taeil hadn't done so badly, they had a good laugh when Johnny ended up giving tips in English and the eldest laughed nervously without knowing it, but overall they had got 10 questions right in a short time.

As for you and Mark… first that Mark decided he'd give you the hints, and oh boy he was bad at that, second that you couldn't concentrate on the hints when he was standing in front of you. You were distracted most of the time, because Mark was laughing like a kid or because he was too serious as he looked you in the eye. You dropped your phone a couple of times when he did some dancing, unintentionally of course, as you haven't expected this much hip movement since the Dignity choreography.

"What is that?" you asked as Mark made a gun with his hand and tried to be serious. Tried. "Action movie." he agreed and continued. “Jason Bourne!” you screamed, it was your favorite character.

"Almost that!" he laughed and you laughed, moving your leg nervously as you tried to think of someone else.

“Huh…Jack Bauer.” you said the first name that came and he stopped, looking at you seriously.

“Time is up!” Taeil announced and he and Johnny started to laugh at the expressions on both of you.

You put your cell phone down and Mark approached with a grimace.

“Jack Bauer? Really? Who watched this at our age?”

“It used to be at dawn on some channel.” you assured and laughed, handing the phone back to him. “What then?”

“007”

You frowned.

"James Bond." he replied and you felt your jaw drop, you hadn't even remembered him!

"Oh, I forgot."

“We watched it together at your house, how did you forget?” Mark looked more shocked than you.

Okay, that day wasn't such an epic memory that you guys had.

The idea was for you and Mark to marathon all the 007 movies together, you would have some alone time and it would be perfect for you to finally admit how you felt. Except Mark was at the end of activities with NCT Dream so when you didn't expect him to show up at your house with all the guys after him. The bucket of cold water on both of your heads had totally cut the mood.

“I didn't like it very much.” Johnny laughed even harder at the confusion between you and walked over, putting his arms on both of your shoulders.

"It's obvious that what you lack is communication." he emphasized the last word and winked at you.

You would have pinched Johnny's arm for being so subtle with the hint, if he hadn't suddenly pulled away, causing your and Mark's bodies to bump into each other. It was enough for Mark to hold you tight and you to reciprocate.

“Sorry I missed it.” you said and he started stroking your back.

“No problem, it was fun.” declared. “You looked kind of distracted, what is it?”

Of course he'd noticed the way you'd looked at him, Mark could be a little fussy about certain things but not when it came to you.

You couldn't contain the butterflies in your stomach and you weren't even looking at him.

“I was a little distant, I confess.” you sighed. "It's close to midnight and I always end up being a little..."

“Yeah, you know how it is. The year passes before our eyes and I think about the things I did and what I didn't." You pulled away, undoing the hug and Mark looked at you, turning completely to you. "But one thing I'm sure: I wouldn't have made it through this year if it weren't for you. Really."

“Thoughtful.” he concluded and you agreed.

You didn't even notice the absence of the other two who were in the room.

He felt his heart heat up in a way that only happened when he was around you.

“You know this is no sacrifice. I like to be there for you." he replied and tucked a hair behind your ear, the simple gesture made you feel a shiver in your body.

He had barely touched you and you were already giving in. How long would it take him to realize?

Mark was practically biting his tongue to keep from spilling everything he felt on you, he was afraid to speak at once and you wouldn't react as he expected.

Not knowing what to say, you hugged him tight. As you were facing each other, the logs met and you felt your hearts beat in the same rhythm.

Mark stroked your hair and you shrank even more in his arms, you didn't want to let go, the heat was too welcoming.

But eventually you had to pull away and with your hands already shaking, you noticed how close Mark's face was, he could feel your heavy breathing so close to his.

The eyes met too and from those you couldn't escape, Mark looked at you in a way so serene and so captivating that you got lost in the immensity of his dark brown eyes. He, on the other hand, had always found your eyes fascinating but being so close to them, he didn't even notice when he started to get even closer.

You saw Mark run his tongue over his lips and you swallowed hard, he had this habit but you've never been this close to observe better. When his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and focused on the sensations.

His soft and warm lips were calm, you just followed the rhythm feeling the famous butterflies in your stomach go around and it was like you were the only people in the world, trapped in that moment.

“3,2,1…Happy New Year!”

At the same moment the city erupted in celebration, you felt Mark's hand grip the back of your neck, causing you to bring your hands to his shoulders as you opened your mouth and felt your tongues meet so they danced in their own time.

Mark had enough of a calm, unhurried kiss, but now he needed so much more than that, he needed to taste you more, he needed to feel your hands grip his shoulders, he needed to kiss you like there was no tomorrow.

When you pulled away, lips completely red and short of breath, you just stared at each other again. Mark was smiling with his eyes, in that cute way that made you want to bite his cheeks, and you could feel all the blood in your body pooling in your cheeks.

“That was…”

"Wow." he concluded, making you laugh.

"Too late." the two of you pulled away when you heard Johnny's voice behind the couch, he was with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised as Taeil peeked behind the taller one.

“Were you…looking at us?” you asked while pointing at the two.

"We thought you were asleep, you’re never quiet like that." Taeil replied and you looked at Mark, he had his mouth open completely shocked.

“A little privacy is good.” Mark spoke up.

"Look, we didn't want to see you two swallowing each other, we just wanted to wish you a happy new year." Johnny warned.

“But you were too busy. So, see you soon.” Taeil made a peace sign and pulled Johnny with him.

"Yeah, you can go on but don't forget that this is PG-13." Johnny spoke and Mark threw a pillow at him, who ran away laughing.

You looked at Mark, completely embarrassed and he laughed.

"I swear they do it on purpose." he complained and you caressed his cheek, gaining his full attention.

"You’re so cute."

Mark smiled widely and this time he didn't control the urge to kiss you, he placed a peck on your lips, kissed your cheek, your forehead and the tip of your nose, during all the kisses you could only smile.

“I think it's time we updated our tradition.” He spoke and you frowned, confused. "Now we need to have New Year's kisses."

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some headcannons of what it would be like to be in a relationship with sanemi, rengoku, and gyomei, separately of course ❤️ thank you I’m advance

Kny characters dating headcanons

YES YES I’ve always wanted to make one of these ^^ to make things better you added some of my favorite boys ~Kyō and Nemi ~ uhhh no offense Gyomei

Also thx for the request @ethereal-tooreal

Rengoku

🔥-He’s a sweet, loving and passionate lover

🔥- He is also a very supportive boyfriend

🔥- If you start something new he’s right behind you every step of the way and he’ll always try to find ways to help you become even better

🔥- Rengoku loves to buy you nice smelling perfumes/colognes,oils or lotions and whenever he hugs you he likes to try and guess what scent you’re wearing

🔥- “ mmmm are you wearing lavender today my love?”

🔥- “Wow Kyō, you’re getting better at guessing”

🔥- Rengoku loves to bring you cute little stuff animals when he comes back from a mission, he especially gets them if they remind him of you

🔥-“Darling look at this stuffed chicken I got you, it reminded me so much of you!”

🔥- “Umm Kyō you think I look like a chicken?”

🔥-“A very cute chicken!”

🔥- Oh so your name is y/n? Yea not anymore when dating Rengoku

🔥- He calls you every single cute name an s/o would call their lover expect your actual name

🔥- So expect him to call you darling, my love or his person favorite my little flame

🔥- If he calls you by your real name be a little bit worried

🔥- Speaking on names, before you two even started dating he always called you y/n-chan because he always admired you and found you cute 🥺

🔥- You’re going to hear me say this more than once but Rengoku is a slut for forehead kisses, because you’re shorter than him and he thinks it’s very convenient

🔥-Rengoku is almost 6’0/ 177 cm so there’s a slim chance you’re taller than him BUT if you are taller than him or the same height he’ll tip-toe to give you the forehead kiss and he never gets embarrassed to do so

🔥-He loves it when you play with his hair, and he doesn’t mind how many colorful or childish clips you put in it

🔥- He loves to take you to festivals for dates and when you two go he buys you literally anything you look at

🔥- He also loves to go restaurant hoping with you, you both decided to try every ramen shop in Japan and to determine which sells the best one

🔥- If you’re a Hasira like him, he’ll always save you a seat near him for pillar meetings

🔥- He loves going on missions with you that way he can spend more time with you and he can protect, but he doesn’t always go and he never makes a fuss about it. Kyō strongly believes in your strength and he knows you can protect yourself

🔥- If you’re not a slayer, and he’s off on missions you and would usually spend your time playing, cooking or baking with Senjurō and sometimes Mitsuri. When he comes back home he just leans on the door way looking and you two and fawning over how adorable the sight is

BONUS

🔥- Since you spend a lot of time at the Rengoku estate his father always has something negative to say about your presence but Rengoku being the amazing lover he is, always defends you and is not afraid to say something back to his father

Sanemi

☁️- He is the definition of a tsundere

☁️- Ok I know we’re all tired of hearing it but it’s TRUE

☁️- He’s so sweet and gentle with you and a literal demon to other people

☁️- He never yells or gets mad at you unlike with others

☁️- And if he does he regrets it after words and immediately apologizes

☁️- Behind close doors Sanemi is extremely clingy and he always wants to be wrapped up around you

☁️- but in public he isn’t like that because he hates PDA, so that means no kissing, hugging or anything of that sorts

☁️- Even though he doesn’t want physical affection in public he’ll still treat you way better than anyone else and is still calm and gentle with you when others are around

☁️- and because it’s Sanemi no one dares call him out on his major shift of behavior towards you

☁️- Sanemi is definitely the listener in the relationship, he much rather you talk about your day than his

☁️- but maybe he’ll rant about how stupid he thinks his Tsugukos and the other pillars are from time to time

☁️- If you’re a demon hunter he’s going on every mission with you, it doesn’t matter if you’re an extremely strong hunter or the weakest he’s still going with you because he wants to protect you

☁️- If you’re not a slayer he’d ask you to move into his estate with him, he doesn’t really care if it’s still the early parts of your relationship he’ll still ask, he asks because you’ll be close to him most of the time and with that he can easily protect you if a demon attacks plus he likes your company but he didn’t tell you that last part

☁️- He also got you a cute little puppy to keep your company while he’s away on mission because he doesn’t want you to be lonely but instead of telling you that he used the excuse it’s to “ protect” the estate from intruders

☁️- Like any normal couple you both have fights and it’s usually about him being overprotective with you, him getting jealous or when he doesn’t listen to you when you tell him to be more careful because he can be very reckless

☁️- To summarize your fights, it’s usually person A is trying to help person B, but person B is too stubborn to realize that

☁️- Sanemi loves to give you hugs from the back, that way you can’t see the smile on his face

☁️- He is the type of s/o who does everything for you but will never admit it

☁️- For example he’ll be the one to buy all the groceries or clean different rooms in the house and when you ask about it he always says you did it and you probably forgot you did

☁️- You and Genya are definitely close, he treats you like an older sibling, Sanemi acts like he hates it but deep down he’s just so happy that the two most important people in his life can get along

☁️- Speaking on Genya he actually had a small crush on you the first time he met you, but it wasn’t serious, he respects his brother and would never make a move on you , the crush was more of an innocent childhood crush

☁️- mmmm how to put this in simpler words........Sanemi is well a bit motherly towards you

☁️- but it doesn’t come off so because he’s so aggressive with it, he always makes you eat all your vegetables or something a strict mother would want their child to do for their well-being

☁️- His motherly nature always comes off as a threat

☁️-“Ok dumbass if you don’t eat all of your greens that’ll be the only thing you can eat for the week”

Or

☁️- “Y/n if you’ve been up for too long go to bed now or I’ll beat you tf up”

☁️-but don’t worry they’re all empty threats..... I think

☁️- Sanemi does anything you ask him to do, so if you want to go to the festival he’ll go but he will mutter out a few complaints on the way

Gyomei

🪨- He’s such a gentle giant

🪨- Because of his large size, at the start of your relationship he was always too scared to hug or kiss you in fear that he may hurt you

🪨- So before any hug or kiss from him he would ask if he can do it, you told him he didn’t have to but it took him while fall out of his habit

🪨- He is very gentle with you but unlike Sanemi he doesn’t mind showing his gentleness with you around others

🪨- He loves hand holding, he really enjoys feeling you warmth against his own

🪨- Plus he has big and soft hands, so hand holding is always a delight

🪨- He strongly believes that a relationship is built on communication and trust

🪨- He is not the type to shy away from his feelings and always tells you how he really feels

🪨- During your relationship you’ll never have to worry about him being dishonest or feel like you two are pulling away from each-other

🪨- Even though he’s been blind for a while and can take care of hisself just fine, he doesn’t get mad if you help him out here or there

🪨- because he is blind he has bit of trouble recognizing who’s walking up to him but he always knows when you wak to him because he memorized the sound of you footsteps

🪨- If you are a slayer he loves helping you train and he’s constantly telling you ways you can improve your breathing style

🪨-Also he’ll rarely go on mission with you, it’s only because he doesn’t want you to depend on him too much and he wants you to become strong on your own, if he ever dies he’ll be glad to know you’re going to be just fine without him

🪨- While you are on your mission he’ll pray for you and your safe return

🪨- If you aren’t a hunter he would train you and teach you his breathing style in his dojo, and it’s not to make you be apart of the demon corps but rather to mane you have a good chance of survival if a demon ever attacks, but if you do want to become a demon hunter he would be against it at first but eventually let you join

🪨- I know this is a dating headcanon butttt once your relationship with him is more mature he’ll definitely ask you to marry him. He’s more of the traditional type so he definitely thought of marriage more than once in your relationship and was very excited to pop the question

[gyllenhaalstories]

YOU WON’T PLAY, YOU’RE NO FUN — PROF!CHRIS

summary: chris evans is your professor with whom you’ve had an affair with since the beginning of the semester. you meet with him over zoom with your fellow teammates to discuss your project, but you can’t seem to get into the right mindset. instead of providing the group with clever comments and ideas, all you do is test the limits of chris’ patience and self control.

warnings: don’t have sex with your prof please, mentions of online classes, smut including: established dom/sub relationship & teacher/student relationship (abuse of power used strictly as a joke, they are both 18+ and consensual), degradation, masturbation & mutual masturbation, edging. MINORS DON’T READ NOR INTERACT.

word count: 1500

notes: rail me daddy :) i’m a hoe for teacher/student if you can’t tell already. i do keep it vague by not mentioning any majors, don’t worry! it’s my first time writing for chris, so please, be kind!!! i hope you enjoy reading this mess!!!! ily <3

gif credits: capsgrantrogers blessing us with this low quality webcam goodness.

“Miss /Y/L/N, would you mind staying a little longer? I need to talk to you.” Chris’ voice resonated as your classmates went quiet before they waved their cameras goodbye and left the two of you alone.

Uh oh.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” By the time you were done with your question, you noticed that his face was frozen. “Mister Evans! Chris?! I think there’s an issue I can’t — hear you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. You seriously needed to get that Internet connection checked. You had your hand on your laptop, ready to close it up when you heard the familiar noise of a video call, but this time it was a private conversation.

“Don’t want anybody to walk in on us, right?” Chris winked and smirked at you. You had a flashback of that one time you hooked up in his office and realized his door was left ajar when you could hear the secretary of the department arguing with the printer. You thanked your guardian angel (who must had been very disappointed) that you were just on your knees blowing him off, and that nothing too serious was going on.

You laughed, for a second you thought you were in trouble.

“What was that all about?” Chris questioned, his smirk disappeared and was replaced by a dark expression.

“I have no clue what you’re referring too.” You shrugged lightly and looked at the screen, wishing he had chosen another shirt that showcased his tattoos. You were lucky enough to see his arms from the short sleeves, you felt as aroused as royal men back in the day when they saw a woman’s ankles.

Chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh, really? There is no explanation to the attitude you’ve been giving your teammates and me all morning?”

You sighed again, loud enough for him to hear you. “They’re idiots and I’m sick of their shit. They’re not doing anything on the project yet they show off in front of you just to   —“

“Got it, they’re dumb and you’re smart.” He put the emphasis on the last few words. “Tell me, Miss, if you’re that smart, how come you’ve made the very stupid decision to be rude to me as well?”

You swallowed thickly. You were just so pissed off, exhausted from the all nighter you had to do in order to complete the requirements for today’s class. “Chris, look, you know it wasn’t about you...” You heard him cough. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’d call you a good girl, but good girls don’t talk back and they certainly don’t act so bratty. What a potty mouth, you swore in front of everybody. Do I have to teach you manners too? I’m afraid that’s not listed on my tasks as your professor, too bad.”

“I said I was sorry! You know how much I hate them!”

“Do I have to give you a bad grade for not cooperating? Not everybody is as understanding as me, you need to learn that.”

He sounded so arrogant, so condescending. As much as you hated it, it turned you on. You were all squirmy on your chair, and he caught up on that.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind, princess? Why are you on the edge?”

You looked up through your lashes, letting out a complaint. That fucker. The last time you met, which was over a week ago, he had an emergency and had to leave his apartment to go on campus. How convenient, you had not finished and you were left breathless and worked up on his bed. He made you promise not to touch yourself without permission on his way out. He knew just how impatient you could get. All the needy texts you sent him while he was looking over his other classes during an exam; all the begging you did over the phone while he insisted on doing small talk.

“You won’t play with me,” you pouted at the screen. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled, his voice sounded lower than usual while he sat up on his chair. He loved this game with you, probably as much as you did if not more.

You noticed his arm disappeared out of the frame. You’d do ten other team works with your stupid colleagues if it meant you’d be the one to take care of his hard on at that very moment.

“Oh, baby wanna have fun? Is that it? You should have told me sooner!” He cleared his throat when he heard you sigh again, giving you a warning. “Get those fingers nice and wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking on two fingers of your dominant hand. You picked up on the back and forth movements of his arm, he was palming at his crotch. You caught a glimpse of him standing up   — he was in tight Calvin Klein boxers   —  and sitting back down, his cock freed from his clothes. “I’ve been good, Sir. So good.”

He nodded slowly, after spitting in his hand and starting to fist his cock. “Oh, really?”

You nodded frantically. “I haven’t touched myself since you left,” you pulled your hand away from your mouth, a string of saliva fell down your chin. “I’ve been so wet for you, Sir. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then think about my fingers rubbing your clit.” He groaned, the speed of his arm motions increased.

You jerked on your chair at the contact of your fingers, your panties were soaked from your arousal. “Sir!” You moaned out when you circled faster against the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so fucked up for me, you’d rather cum on your fingers than on my face, huh?” You felt tears pooling in your eyes. “Stop touching yourself and answer me.”

You pulled your hand away, showing it to the camera so he believed you. “I want to cum so bad, Sir! Please, just once! And I’ll wait until we meet again. I need it!”

“And I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and you don’t hear me complainin’.” His bicep flexed in his tight shirt, his breathing got heavier. “I waited for you the entire week. I didn’t text you in the middle of the night begging like a desperate slut.” He nodded, indicating you could start rubbing again.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. He was edging you, again.

“Eyes on me, Baby. Need to see you.”

It took so much energy just to keep your eyes open.

“Faster.” He growled, he was so close too. You could feel it, even if he was far away.

“Sir, please!”

“Stop, stop right fucking now.” He pulled away from his swollen cock at the same time as you did. “I won’t tolerate attitude like this again, you heard me?” You nodded, mouthed a ‘yes’. “I don’t want to repeat myself. You’re such a dumb little baby sometimes, I’ll probably have to.” The more he mocked you, the more you needed to touch yourself again. “Next time you act like a bitch in my class, you’ll regret it.” You never took his threats lightly. The first, and last, time that you did, you ended up bent over his knee with the belt of his dress pants spanking your ass red like the ink from the pen he used to grade papers

“I’ll count to ten. At ten, you’ll...”

“I’ll cum!” You spoke excitedly.

“Yes, Babygirl. You’ll get to cum.” He licked his lips and stroked his beard, his hand holding his sensitive cock. “Ready?”

You replied with even more enthusiasm and he started to count up.

“Slowly, 1, 2, 3...” He swallowed thickly. “Add more pressure now, 4, 5, 6,” he tightened his grip around his cock. “Faster, 7, 8, 9...” he jerked himself up at the same speed as you. “Now, cum for me. Make a mess like you’d do on my cock. That’s right, cum for me, Princess.”

The knot in your stomach finally snapped and you released yourself on your hand. You were panting and clenching around nothing, wishing you were with Chris right now.

He growled loudly as he released himself on his hand and shirt. “Look what you did to me, Baby.” He sat up just enough to show you, causing you to laugh at the sight of his messed up top.

In exchange, you showed him your slick coated fingers before you licked them clean. Blood rushed to his cock again, but he took a deep breath to calm down. “All good now?”

“Yes! Thank you, Sir.” You smiled, content and satisfied.

He wiped his hand clean with his shirt, after he removed it and let you admire his broad chest and inked drawings. “I’m giving you extra homework.”

Your smile disappeared and you squinted, mentally preparing for more readings or an extra essay on how good he fucked you. It would be your third or fourth, you ran out of synonyms to explain that he made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Take a shower and a nap, I’ll get to this meeting and meet you back home, okay?”

Your face lit up again, and you clapped happily.

“See? I can be fun when I want to.”

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls��) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks